HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 179 The Twins' Bet

Around 7 p.m., as darkness fell, those who had stayed outside to have a snowball fight gave up because it was becoming increasingly difficult to aim at their targets, and returned to their dormitories chatting and laughing.

The Christmas dinner will begin promptly at 8 p.m. tonight.

"I'm so hungry," Seamus said, his stomach rumbling as he changed into his ceremonial robes. "There's no Christmas tea today, I've been starving for ages—"

“Because there’s a dinner party tonight, tea and refreshments have been cancelled,” Neville said, also changing into his tuxedo, his round face filled with nervousness. “But I don’t feel hungry at all. I’m so worried I’ll step on my dance partner’s foot…”

“You’d better be careful, Neville,” Ron said sullenly. “That’s my sister, don’t step on her foot and make it swell up—”

Harry had already changed into his formal attire; his brand-new dark emerald green robe looked very handsome and made him appear extremely dashing.

Like the other young men in the dorm, he was a little uneasy—it was their first time attending a dinner party.

However, this wasn't Harry's first time dancing with a girl; he'd danced with Lyra at his birthday party that summer. Unfortunately, this time his partner wasn't her...

Harry still had the energy to observe his good friend.

Ron stared at himself in front of the long mirror in the corner, his freckled face contorted with horror whenever he saw a gown that looked like a dark purple lace dress worn by an old woman from the last century.

Harry saw Ron suddenly take a desperate look, wave his wand, and cast a cutting charm on his robes—the lace on his clothes was gone.

But his incantation wasn't fluent enough, and the collar and cuffs were still frayed.

Ron was so frustrated he felt like he was turning into a mushroom in the corner.

But Harry showed no sympathy for his good friend. He secretly smiled, his eyes fixed on the window.

Sure enough, he saw Lyra's long-eared owl fly over, pattering its beak at the windows of the boys' dormitory.

"Ron! There's a letter for you—" Harry called out quickly. It was already 7:20. If he didn't hurry up and get Ron into his new suit, he might be late.

"What?" Ron walked over listlessly in his frayed tuxedo and took a package.

"Merlin—" Harry heard the expected exclamation and smiled.

It turns out that Lyra had already decided to give the Weasleys a new suit robe as a Christmas gift this year—after all, as familiar friends, everyone already knew that the Weasleys wouldn't buy new suits for their children.

Harry and Hermione had originally planned to chip in to buy Ron a new dress, but Lyra said she had already made up her mind and had ordered dresses for Fred, George, and Ginny together at the clothing store—and told Harry and Hermione not to compete with her because she was too lazy to think of new Christmas presents.

However, Lyra deliberately sent Ron's tuxedo at the last minute, perhaps to vent Hermione's anger or something. Although Harry didn't quite understand why Hermione was angry, the result was good: Ron didn't have to wear a second-hand tuxedo to the ball!

Ron was so happy he almost cried. He excitedly ran laps around the dorm room holding his new suit, a classic black one with a pleasing sheen on the brand-new fabric.

The boys in the dorm all started congratulating Ron and feeling envious; none of them had ever received a new dress from a beautiful upperclassman.

“I envy you, Ron,” Seamus said. “Not only do you have a beautiful girl from Ravenclaw as your dance partner, but you also have a lovely upperclassman from our own house giving you a dress—”

Ron had quickly changed into his new suit, and he was extremely satisfied. He waved to Seamus—

“Opposites attract, right?” Ron replied smugly.

"Speaking of which, were you involved in that bet?" Dean asked. "I heard that Senior Lyra received seven dresses, and Fred and George set up a bet on which one she would wear—"

“I heard these dresses were gifts from Lyra’s suitors,” Neville joined the conversation, “but now the whole school knows. If I were one of the people who gave them the dresses, I’d definitely be curious about which one Lyra will choose—”

Harry coughed lightly, pretending that one of them didn't originate from him.

Ron glanced at Harry; both of them were in the know, and they also knew that the twins and that pretty boy Diggory had also given a dress.

“Fred and George’s bet didn’t have the giver’s name, but it did have a color. I bet on red,” Seamus said. “That’s the color of Gryffindor!”

“I bet on pink,” Dean said. “I think Lyra would look even better in pink—”

“I chose silver—” Neville said timidly, “Senior Lyra’s hair is black, and silver will better complement her hair color.”

"You all gambled?" Ron asked in surprise.

"You and Harry didn't bet?" Seamus was also extremely surprised. "Wait, you two are closer to Lyra, so do you know which dress she'll choose?"

Harry and Ron shook their heads immediately, their disappointment visibly evident.

Harry didn't want to gamble; the green dress he'd given her had already been returned. Harry completely ignored the fact that it was actually Sirius who had taken the initiative, but after all, he, Harry Potter, was the nominal giver.

Ron didn't gamble either, because he didn't have any extra pocket money; he had spent all his money on gifts for relatives and friends for Christmas.

In fact, Ron had a substantial allowance that he was completely unaware of.

Ron had pulled off a major upset and won a huge sum of Galleons when Fred and George set up a bet on who Lyra White's final dance partner would be—unfortunately, he would never know this.

Fred and George made the bet in Ron's name.

The bookmaker couldn't gamble, so the twins secretly placed bets on their own shares using Ron's name. Merlin testified that this was done very discreetly, and only Fred, George, and Merlin knew about it.

Lyra didn't know either, let alone Ron, the person involved.

This time, however, the twins have once again set up a bet on what color Lyra's dress will be—as for whether the twins have used their younger brother Ronnie's name to place bets, whether they have bet on themselves, and whether they can win, it all depends on Merlin's will.

Fred and George were both looking at themselves in their bedroom mirrors, both wearing identical dark blue suits with silver bow ties and cuffs that shone like shooting stars in the night sky.

"You look absolutely stunning!" Fred exclaimed sincerely, praising his twin brother.

“You too, brother, I’ve never seen a more handsome guy than you—” George solemnly cupped the red-haired, freckled face opposite him, which was exactly the same as his own.

"Enough!" The righteous Lee Jordan couldn't stand it anymore. "You two clearly look exactly alike, you shameless bastards!"