HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 151 The Black Wizard in Internal Strife

Moonlight filtered through the tangled branches, falling on the platinum blonde hair, and the forest fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

"Look—" the eerie voice rang out again, "Who is this—"

The group of masked dark wizards did not attack Draco immediately, but Lyra noticed that Draco's right hand was still tightly gripping his wand, without any relaxation.

"What, you can't wait any longer—" It was the same voice, tinged with sarcasm and a hint of mockery. "Ha—"

The other dark wizards burst into strange laughter, and they even seemed a bit more relaxed.

Suddenly, the voice regained its malicious tone—

"I bet you're not alone here—you've collapsed!"

A fast, sharp red beam shot fiercely toward the open space next to Draco, the very spot where Lyra and the silver-haired girl were hiding.

In her haste, Leila had to push the little girl away and roll along the ground to narrowly avoid the attack.

"Protect yourself!" Lyra immediately cast a protective spell on herself. She had rolled out of the invisibility cloak and was now completely exposed to the dark wizard.

"Protect me with armor!" Draco shouted as he ran toward Lyra, casting a protective spell at the same time.

"I knew there were rats!" the dark wizard shouted triumphantly, turning his masked face to Draco Malfoy. "Playing with rats? Looks like your father didn't teach you any manners—"

The dark wizard excitedly waved his wand at the two of them, and a scorching red light shot towards her. Draco lunged at her and shoved her away violently.

"You dare—" another deep, angry voice rang out, and at the same time a beam of blue light lashed out, blocking the black wizard's next spell.

The group of dark wizards suddenly started to panic. Lyra took the opportunity to grab Draco's hand and began to run in a serpentine pattern into the woods. But they hadn't gone two steps when they heard a series of banging sounds, and more than a dozen wizards suddenly descended from the sky.

The new wizard and the masked dark wizard fought fiercely, with colorful spells flying everywhere in the air.

Draco and Lyra held hands and desperately ran in another direction through the woods, not stopping even as rescuers arrived.

Lyra couldn't see the location of the silver-haired little girl wearing the invisibility cloak; she could only hear rustling sounds following behind her. She reached out a hand behind her, and immediately a cold little hand grasped it.

Draco ran in the lead, Lyra in the middle, and the silver-haired little girl behind them. All three of their hands were icy cold and sweaty. After an unknown amount of time, the three gradually stopped, until they could no longer hear any sound behind them, no one was chasing them—and they could run no more.

All three of them were bent over, panting heavily. After catching their breath, the silver-haired little girl took off her invisibility cloak, said something in a foreign language to her, and then hugged her tightly.

“What did she say?” Leila asked.

“She was speaking French,” Draco replied in a hoarse voice. “She was calling her sister and expressing her gratitude.”

“She looks too young, not old enough to go to school yet,” Leila said, stroking the little girl’s hair to comfort her.

After a while, all three of them calmed down considerably.

The silver-haired little girl kept babbling in French. Draco knew some French, but the little girl's speech was unclear. Children of this age often talk incoherently, so Lyra had to gesture for the little girl to quiet down.

The two dared not use their fluorescent flashes and could only rely on the moonlight to walk along the path. When they were almost exhausted, they gradually walked out of the edge of the woods and approached the camp.

A large group of terrified wizards gathered in the open space, but it looked safe—there were no masked black wizards, no flames or explosions, and no one screaming or running.

Everyone huddled together anxiously with their companions.

"Gabrielle!" A tall girl with silver hair screamed and rushed over.

The silver-haired little girl let go of Leila's hand and immediately threw herself into the tall girl's arms, bursting into tears.

Then two beautiful girls, both with cloud-like silver hair and doll-like features, appeared. Leila guessed they were sisters and they chattered in French. The taller sister then grabbed Leila's hand and thanked her profusely.

Well, the words of thanks were just her guess. Earlier, the silver-haired woman was speaking French to Lyra, and Draco had helped translate, but he clearly wasn't really interested in it.

They returned to safety, but he remained uneasy, looking distracted.

Even the silver-haired French sisters noticed that the taller sister behind them was thanking them with tears in her eyes, saying "thank you" in English with a foreign accent. After that, the two sisters hugged her and Draco tightly and left in a hurry.

"I—" Draco began in a hoarse voice, but the two of them heard someone calling Lyra's name.

"Lyra!"

Mr. Weasley shouted excitedly and pulled the dark-haired girl forcefully from the crowd.

"Merlin, where have you been?" Mr. Weasley cried. "Everyone was frantic; they assembled and found you missing—"

The platinum-haired boy who was standing next to Lyra just a second ago had disappeared into the crowd.

“I’m fine, Mr. Weasley,” Lyra said. “After I got separated from the crowd, I ran into the woods and hid. Once I felt calm, I came out to look for you.”

Mr. Weasley led Lyra to join the others, and everyone showed concern, but Lyra gave the same explanation she had given Mr. Weasley, concealing the true events of the night.

*

When Lyra came out of the train to buy snacks, she saw Draco Malfoy in the distance. It was obvious that he had also seen her at the same time, but he lowered his gaze and continued talking to the Slytherins around him as if nothing had happened.

Leila wasn't upset; she was simply recalling the pale-faced, platinum-haired boy with twig scratches on his face from that night.

Despite his dissatisfaction, he never truly let go of the silver-haired little girl who was a complete burden... Even trembling, he still tried to protect her behind him... and his icy hands, which he never let go of, even while running at full speed throughout the night.

Leila admitted that this made her much more tolerant of this pure-blooded nobleman, and her heart softened, even though he had clearly pretended not to see her just now.