HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 181 The Shura Field (1)

Lyra saw Cedric walking towards her, dressed in a suit and looking dashing. At that moment, Lyra couldn't agree more with Hufflepuff's description of Cedric as the perfect boy.

She flashed a bright smile at the handsome Hufflepuff warrior.

Cedric immediately caught the smile that belonged to him, and couldn't help but smile back and quicken his pace, reaching out his hand towards Leila—

But at the same time, another hand was also extended in front of Leila.

Lyra followed the hand and saw a handsome chocolate-colored man with long, narrow, golden-brown eyes winking at her.

Cedric hadn't expected that other boys would invite Lyra at the same time, especially a Slytherin boy.

He hesitated for only two seconds before firmly extending his hand to invite Leila again. A dance partner was out of the question; he knew Leila was always soft-hearted towards her friends. But for the second dance, and for the rest of the night, he wouldn't give up his hand to anyone.

Fred and George didn't even exchange glances before stepping forward simultaneously.

These twins, who can communicate with only brainwaves, stepped forward in perfect unison to meet the challenge—they already knew that some annoying boy would come to invite them to dance, but they were not pushovers, and no one would be allowed to steal their girl away.

“Excuse me, she’s our dance partner—” Fred and George said in unison.

“A dance partner only means the first dance,” Blaise Zabini raised an eyebrow, his smile defiant as he looked at the Weasley twins. “You can’t claim the beauty of a rose as your own—”

“I think we should respect Lyra’s opinion,” Cedric said, looking at Lyra with gentle firmness. “Lyra should be allowed to choose for herself—”

Leila looked at the four handsome boys in front of her, each vying for attention, and felt a headache coming on.

She felt that no matter whose invitation she accepted, the other three would be unhappy.

Leila lowered her head slightly, gently tugging at the hem of her skirt. She appeared to be contemplating a decision, but in reality, she was frantically scanning her surroundings out of the corner of her eye, hoping someone would notice her distress signal and rescue her from her predicament.

Suddenly, a pale face with deep features came into her line of sight.

A savior has appeared!

Layla immediately put on an overly enthusiastic smile, nodded haphazardly at the boys in front of her, and impatiently pushed them aside, running towards the black figure not far away, lifting her skirt.

“Professor—” Lyra extended a warm invitation to Professor Snape, “Would you like to dance?”

Severus Snape stared blankly at the dark-haired girl before him, and no one could see the momentary surprise beneath his stiff expression.

After a breath, Severus Snape finally managed to put on his familiar cold smile, preparing to unleash a torrent of abuse on this audacious Gryffindor, and then deduct ten points—no, let's say five—for mocking the professor.

He had just seen a hint of envy flash across Professor Flitwick's face—after all, among the teachers, no one else had ever received an invitation from a student.

"If your head isn't full of reeds—" Professor Snape was interrupted by Professor McGonagall before he could finish his sentence.

“Severus!” Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, looking disapprovingly at her aloof Slytherin colleague. “This is a ball—”

“Severus,” Headmaster Dumbledore said with a smile, looking at Snape as if he were looking at his grandson about to throw a tantrum, “a gentleman cannot refuse an invitation from a lady—”

“How enviable, Severus,” Professor Flitwick exclaimed in a shrill voice, “you are the first professor to receive an invitation from students! So beloved by them—”

Severus Snape turned to look at his colleagues, a group of professors staring at him with disapproving eyes, as if refusing a student's invitation to dance was a grave sin.

Severus Snape was a little annoyed, but also a little smug.

After all, neither Professor Flitwick, the most popular professor, nor Professor Sprout, the most beloved by students, nor even the most respected principal, had any students proactively ask them to dance.

“Well then,” Professor Snape said, a fake smile appearing on his face, his smooth, deep voice ringing in everyone's ears, “it’s my pleasure—”

Lyra pretended not to see the horrible smile on Professor Snape's face after he was coerced into agreeing.

She smiled gratefully at the other professors who had spoken up for her, and cheerfully pulled Professor Snape onto the dance floor.

Soon, Lyra and Professor Snape were dancing gracefully in the crowd, completely ignoring the thunderstruck expressions on the faces of the others who saw them dancing together.

The four boys, ruthlessly abandoned by Lyra, stared in disbelief as she swiftly invited Professor Snape to dance, and succeeded—

Cedric Diggory suddenly laughed, glancing indulgently at the dark-haired girl who was currently spinning around with the most fearsome professor in all of Hogwarts!

This is the girl he likes, a girl who can always surprise him, isn't she?

Cedric straightened his bow tie, smiled, and walked toward Professor Sprout, inviting his dean to dance. Professor Sprout gladly accepted.

"...Too cunning..."

"...slipped away again..."

Blaise Zabini could hear the Weasley brothers mumbling something, and then he saw the two redheads immediately follow suit and join the group inviting the professor to dance. The two boldly invited Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, to dance with them.

Blaise raised an eyebrow. He had no interest in going back to his randomly chosen Ravenclaw dance partner. Since that was the case—

The handsome chocolate-loving man walked toward Mrs. Pomfrey on the teachers' table.

A Slytherin student invites a Slytherin graduate—the esteemed school nurse—to dance.

Soon, a trend of inviting professors to dance swept through the country, with everyone bravely stepping forward to invite their favorite teachers to dance.

Professor Flitwick got his wish and danced with an upperclassman from his own college. Even though the girl was two heads taller than him, it couldn't erase the smile from his face.

Angelina invited Headmaster Dumbledore, and they were excitedly chatting about Gryffindor's dream of winning trophies.

Although Hagrid was not invited by the students, he didn't care at all, and at this moment he was nestled against Mrs. Maxim's chest.

The dance floor was filled with joy.

Lyra didn't dare to pull Professor Snape all the way down. After giving the professor a fawning smile, she quietly slipped away from the Great Hall.

Also slipped away were a pair of red-haired, freckled creatures.