HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 161 The Secret Rendezvous in the Slytherin Common Room

Draco was forced to sit on the sofa by the fireplace with Pansy and Daphne. He didn't quite remember what Pansy and Daphne had said, but every time their gazes drifted unintentionally toward the window, he felt a tightness in the back of his neck and his face stiffen with tension.

After a while—Draco wasn't sure how long, it felt like an eternity—Daphne could sense that the Malfoy young master was distracted and growing increasingly impatient—or rather, agitated.

Daphne thought that the temperamental young master was probably very impatient to chat with them tonight, so she secretly winked at Pansy.

A lady should know how not to annoy people when she talks.

Pansy understood, and she reluctantly said goodbye to Draco, returning to her dormitory with a heavy heart.

Once the last of the two girls' footsteps had completely disappeared, Draco leaped up and pulled back the thick, dark green curtains next to the window.

No one is empty.

"Lyra?" Draco could hear his own weak, panicked voice. "Where are you?"

Draco's face grew paler and paler. He looked again and again in disbelief, but behind the green curtains and in front of the glass window, there was still nothing.

"Good evening, young Slytherin—" someone greeted Draco lazily from the left side of the window.

Draco thought this was probably the most beautiful sound in the world, like the melodious song of a nightingale on a branch.

A dark-haired girl jumped out from behind the curtains on the left side of the huge glass window in the Slytherin common room and looked at him with a smile.

Draco was only confused for a few seconds before realizing that this wretched Gryffindor girl was playing a trick on him.

“You—” Draco thought he was glaring at her fiercely, but in reality, the gray-blue eyes reflected in the window were incredibly soft.

It was a gray-blue wave, focused enough to engulf the black-haired girl in front of it.

But the dark-haired girl seemed completely unaffected. Facing the huge, transparent glass window, she gazed fascinated at the beautiful view of the bottom of the Black Lake, a view exclusive to the Slytherin common room, deep underground at the bottom of the Black Lake.

“It’s beautiful,” Lyra exclaimed excitedly. “We Gryffindors live in the tower, and we’ve always heard that the Slytherin common room is very mysterious. I never imagined you could see such a beautiful view of the lakebed—”

Schools of silvery fish dart among the vibrant corals; giant squid lie lazily on seaweed, stretching out their long tentacles; all sorts of shellfish and starfish stroll along the lakebed, and every now and then, strange, transparent, luminous jellyfish can be seen glancing past.

“Slytherin is the best—” Draco proudly puffed out his chest.

Unbeknownst to them, the two drew closer to each other and stood side by side by the window, admiring the beautiful scenery at the bottom of the Black Lake. The platinum-haired boy, who should have immediately given the black-haired girl a ride, temporarily forgot everything at this moment. This small space in front of the window was a complete little world.

Until another student returned to the Slytherin common room.

"!" Draco Malfoy couldn't believe he had been so stupid as to miss the best opportunity to get rid of Lyra.

Leila, however, wasn't as frustrated as he was. She calmly jumped back onto the windowsill, nimbly disappearing back behind the thick, dark green curtains. But whether she could hide as well as before was unclear.

Because Draco was also pulled onto the windowsill by Lyra.

The two pressed themselves tightly against the window, and Lyra could see the platinum boy's sharply defined face reflected in the glass, with a hint of unease in his grey-blue eyes.

But Lyra gave the platinum boy a quick wink, as vibrant as a spring flower.

Draco once again forgot all the noise outside, his eyes fixed on the beautiful face reflected in the glass window, ignoring the glowing jellyfish swaying on the other side of the glass.

Because a beam of light had already captured his entire being.

People came and went in the Slytherin common room until late at night, when even the Black Lake was shrouded in darkness, and it gradually quieted down.

The night was deep and still.

Unbeknownst to anyone, behind the dark green silk curtains, a young boy and girl were secretly kissing.

*

Cheating is a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament.

As far as Lyra knew, even before the first competition began, all four warriors already knew that the event involved a fire dragon.

“Of course, this is only a small, very small number of people who know about it,” George said.

Lyra learned about it from her twin brother Charlie, who was also a dragon trainer.

Harry also got the news from Charlie; it was Hagrid, the keeper of the Hogwarts Game Field, who took him to see the dragon.

Unfortunately, Hagrid was deeply infatuated with the headmistress of Beauxbatons, and he even took her to see the dragon, which is how Fleur found out.

Meanwhile, on Durmstrang's side, it was the shrewd principal Karkaroff who had studied it on his own. Following behind Hagrid and the others, he also saw the terrifying flames spewed out by the fire dragon from afar. Krum was naturally also in the know.

Cedric, in a display of Harry's noble character, proactively revealed the information.

“The professors at the school must know that too—” Fred said.

Lyra pouted unhappily, remembering how she had sought help from Professor Snape for potion knowledge but had been ruthlessly rejected.

“You should ask Professor McGonagall, she’s our Headmistress,” George said. “Asking the old bat of Slytherin won’t end well—”

“But the professors certainly can’t openly tell Harry how to pass the competition, right?” Hermione said. “I mean, the champions should work their own way through the competition.”

“You’re right, Hermione,” Harry said listlessly, pulling his head out of a spellbook. “But without help, I might not make it past Tuesday.”

Fortunately, Harry had a reliable adult wizard to rely on: his godfather, Sirius Black.

Hermione and Lyra both agreed that they should ask Remus for his opinion; after all, he had previously taught Defense Against the Dark Arts!

Okay, they didn't mean to say Sirius was unreliable, but everyone knows that when Sirius goes crazy, his mental age isn't much better than Fred's and George's.

“Hey—” Fred and George protested the girls’ ideas with dissatisfaction.

But only Sirius replied, because Remus was away on a business trip to Europe—he had taken on a job picking a rare herb in the mountains of Europe.

For Remus, whose werewolf identity is a hindrance, every job is worth his full effort.

"Anyway, we can't contact Remus for the time being. He's probably still searching for herbs in the high mountains of Europe... But Harry, you don't need to worry about the dragon at all. Dragons have one obvious weakness—their eyes. Their scales are hard to penetrate with spells, but their eyes are very vulnerable. Harry, you can try attacking the dragon's eyes. It only requires a very simple spell—"