HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 42 Snake-Style Protection

Draco Malfoy was laughing so hard he could barely stand up straight.

The red-haired Weasley was putting on airs of maintaining order in the hallway. Hmph, just a lowly prefect, acting like he's someone important.

Draco glanced at it disdainfully, and when he looked back, he noticed a tattered black leather diary lying on the ground not far away.

He picked it up with great interest, but Harry across from him immediately noticed: "Give it back to me."

"Want to know what Potter wrote in his diary?" The platinum-haired young master grinned mischievously, as if about to reveal Harry Potter's secrets to the world.

The onlookers all fell silent—it was unethical, but they couldn't resist their curiosity. Only Ginny stared at the black leather diary in horror, seemingly worried that its contents would be exposed.

"Disarm you!" Harry was no pushover; he had only been caught off guard by the dwarf before, but he had managed to retrieve his diary.

"You scarred thing—" Malfoy looked furious, but suddenly stopped, shouted only one sentence at Ginny in the crowd, and then hurriedly left as if chasing after someone.

I don't think Potter liked your Valentine's Day gift!

Ginny ran away crying. Ron was furious and drew his wand, but Harry pulled him away, since Ron's broken wand could only make its owner spit snot.

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As soon as Lyra saw a dwarf coming towards her, she immediately turned and left the bustling corridor.

She didn't want to end up like Harry, forced to listen to the ridiculous contents of a greeting card in front of everyone, and then having to force herself to pretend not to care and laugh out loud, her toes awkwardly forming eighteen Quidditch pitches on the spot.

But that damned little dwarf was incredibly agile, so Lyra had to deliberately wander through the corridors, desperately trying to shake off the dwarf following her.

Damn it, I should have forced George and Fred to take the same course as her. That way, she would have two more friends to help distract that damn dwarf.

Lyra didn't know how long she had been running, but she gradually lost sight of the dwarf and slowed down.

When she finally stopped, she realized she had run to the vicinity of the cellar.

"Hey, look who's here?"

With the sound of footsteps, a group of boys in green uniforms walked over.

They were a group of upperclassmen from Slytherin, all big, muscular boys. Lyra didn't recognize most of them; the only one she recognized was Flint, whom she remembered as the captain of the Slytherin team.

“So she’s Gryffindor’s most beautiful girl,” said a burly, brown-haired man next to Marcus, who was no less imposing than him. “What, running around near the cellars, looking for a new Slytherin boyfriend?”

After hearing what this big idiot had to say, the other older boys all laughed in a sly manner, their eyes gleaming with ill intent.

"Get out of the way, don't block the way," Lyra said calmly, her right hand already gripping her wand.

"Hey, this pretty little Gryphon girl is telling us to move aside—" the big, brown-haired bum continued teasingly, "We'd love to be your new Slytherin boyfriends, you can choose one of us—"

“Or you could want both, that’s not impossible,” another boy with a flat nose who looked like a wild boar spirit chimed in.

The others, with excited smiles as if hunting, stepped forward to surround the slender, beautiful, dark-haired girl.

“Flint, what are you doing?” a drawn-out voice interrupted.

Lyra turned her head and saw the platinum-haired young master who had just been mocking Harry in the corridor.

"Oh, it's Malfoy. You want to join us too?" The big, brown-haired, goofy guy chuckled knowingly. "I'm afraid you're not big enough—"

"What, Burst, are you openly mocking a Malfoy?" the platinum boy retorted coldly.

"Alright, Malfoy, Bersde isn't trying to offend a Malfoy. We're just playing around with this Gryffindor girl. It's none of your business," the flat-nosed boar man said, trying to smooth things over.

But the young master Platinum did not leave.

"Malfoy, are you trying to protect this Gryffindor, a Mudblood?" the flat-nosed boar man questioned Draco Malfoy when he saw that Malfoy hadn't left.

"I don't believe a true Slytherin would resort to such despicable means to demonstrate nobility," the platinum-haired young master replied coldly, his head held high with disdain.

"Looks like you really want to protect this girl—" the flat-nosed boar man said viciously, "For a Mudblood, you're openly going against a senior from your own school. Does Mr. Malfoy know you're doing this? Or is this your Malfoy family showing a new stance to the pureblood circle?"

Lyra didn't interrupt the conversation. She didn't trust anyone present and remained wary, gripping her wand tightly, ready to act at any moment.

But Yu Guangzhong noticed that this platinum-born young master was not afraid of the pressure from the senior students. It wasn't until the senior students mentioned their family's position and used it to coerce him that his expression changed. For these pure-blooded nobles, when it comes to family positions and statements, they shouldn't be able to act arbitrarily according to their personal preferences.

Lyra glanced at the platinum-haired boy, who was also wearing a green uniform.

She noticed that beneath the wide sleeves of his robe, his left hand was clenched into a fist, while his right hand gripped his wand with a slight tremor... He seemed quite wary, yet he didn't move.

Lyra withdrew her gaze and gripped her wand even tighter—although she couldn't defeat a group of upperclassmen by herself, she was determined to create an opening if she found the right opportunity.

"What are you doing here?" A familiar, icy voice rang out, like a venomous snake crawling up the back of the neck and hissing at the ear, sending chills down everyone's spine.

"Can anyone have the mercy to tell your poor Headmaster why so many people are gathered near my cellars during class time?" Professor Snape's immense magical pressure silenced everyone; no one dared to move even a toe.

"Get to class, all of you!" With Professor Snape's soft but angry roar, the group of upperclassmen quickly fled the scene.

"Mr. Malfoy, are you waiting for me to say 'please'?"

Urged on by Professor Snape, Draco Malfoy reluctantly left his spot, secretly giving Lyra a wink before he went.

“And you, Miss White, are you standing there waiting for me to deduct points? —” Professor Snape’s face was so gloomy it could drip water, but at this moment Lyra thought he was much more lovable than the dwarf.

"Okay, Professor, I'll be leaving now, thank you, Professor~" Lyra left with a sweet smile and ran out of the cellar in a flash.

At the corner of the corridor, a platinum-haired boy leaned against the wall, waiting there.