HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 148 Fanatic Fan

Leila was dressed very casually today, wearing a red tube top with blue denim shorts, revealing a glimpse of her fair, slender waist, which was adorned with a sparkling clover logo. She looked absolutely stunning.

The boys nearby couldn't help but look at the dark-haired girl. Two young, brown-skinned wizards stared at Lyra with burning eyes and walked towards her.

"*^&*%@%——"

Lyra was startled when she saw two foreign wizards suddenly approach her enthusiastically and speak a long string of gibberish, but she couldn't understand a word of it.

Seeing that she didn't refuse, the two brown-skinned wizards took it as her consent and reached out to pull her—

"Ow!"

A white spell struck the hands of the two foreign wizards, who screamed in agony.

This made Leila understand, since the cries of pain among humans are always interconnected.

"Stay away from her!" Finally, it was familiar English, and the voice belonged to someone I knew very well.

To be more precise, it was someone she used to know very well, Leslie Foley, her Slytherin ex-boyfriend who had graduated several years ago.

Leslie Foley exuded an air of superiority, looking down at the two rude and barbaric foreign wizards as if they were two tiny bugs—the kind he could easily crush with a single step.

Coupled with the earlier merciless spell attack, the two brown-skinned wizards left in a huff.

“Long time no see, Lyra.” Leslie Foley looked at Lyra with the eyes of someone who had lost something and found it again.

“Thank you,” Lyra loosened her grip on her wand, not wanting to dwell on her long-lost ex-boyfriend, and changed the subject, “I didn’t understand what they were saying earlier—”

“Those two scumbags want you to go to their tent,” Leslie said coldly. “Don’t worry, I’ll have someone keep an eye on things and won’t give them another chance to bother you—”

"No need for you to trouble yourself, Senior Foley—"

A slow, arrogant voice with a drawn-out tone came from behind.

“After all, you two broke up a long time ago,” the platinum-haired Malfoy walked over with a fake smile. “I heard that the Foley family and the Hoffmann family of Germany are planning a marriage alliance. You should be more concerned about your fiancée, senior.”

“Senior Foley, long time no see,” Blaise Zabini’s smile was much more genuine than his friend’s. “I haven’t had a chance to congratulate you yet, but I just ran into Miss Hoffman; she’s absolutely gorgeous—”

Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini stood naturally beside Lyra, showing no intention of leaving.

Leslie Foley could only nod coldly, then bid Lyra a brief farewell and left—clearly, with two Slytherin snakes present, it wasn't a good time for catching up, and he was also worried that his German fiancée might come looking for him later...

"If you dressed more appropriately when you're out—"

Platinum Prince found the way the other boys were looking at the black-haired girl extremely irritating. He first glared fiercely at the boys around him, then directed his anger at Layla.

But Leila was not going to tolerate such erroneous, rude, feudal, and backward ideas.

This statement seems to blame innocent women for the scumbags' disrespectful and trashy behavior towards them.

“It’s a woman’s freedom to choose what she wants to wear,” Lyra said firmly, her displeasure evident for the first time. “Men should be the ones reflecting on their actions. Why don’t they learn to control their eyes and hands? In fact, even without Leslie, I wouldn’t let them do whatever they want—”

Lyra waved her secondhand wand, showing the two that she was not a lamb waiting to be rescued.

Blaise Zabini glanced at the wand in Lyra's hand and quickly recognized that it wasn't the one she usually used, but he glanced at Draco, whose friend seemed completely oblivious to this.

His only friend was now wearing a stern face, feeling that his good intentions had not been accepted and that he had been misunderstood.

Blaise understood, of course, that Draco wasn't really blaming Lyra; it's just that beautiful roses always attract unwanted attention, which is quite annoying, isn't it?

But the charming Zabini was much smarter than the arrogant and sarcastic Malfoy, and he immediately praised Lyra for looking absolutely gorgeous today, saying that even Muggle clothes looked stunning on her.

"Don't you think so, Draco?" Blaise kindly offered his only friend a way out.

Draco Malfoy nodded somewhat awkwardly.

He remained silent after that, listening to his friends and the dark-haired girl chat, but they didn't stay long before leaving—Mr. Malfoy and Mrs. Zabini were waiting for them to return for dinner in the Malfoy family's luxurious tent.

Leila was carrying a large pile of food bags, containing enough fried chicken and hamburgers for at least twenty people. These were all bought by the young master Platinum and forced upon her.

Lyra felt that these pure-blooded young masters didn't take the Galleons seriously at all, and didn't realize that this was just the stubborn boy subtly bowing his head to curry favor.

"Merlin, did you rob a fried chicken stand?"

Fred and George exclaimed in surprise when Lyra returned to the tent.

But Ron and Harry cheered; these growing boys, when hungry, each felt they could eat an elephant.

Only Hermione looked at Lyra with a bit of suspicion. Lyra explained in a low voice that it was a gift from someone else, while feeling a little embarrassed—was she usually so stingy? Why would Hermione find it strange that she only bought a tiny bit more fried chicken?

*

Mr. Weasley and Bill finally arrived at the World Cup venue. He led everyone toward the VIP boxes, encountering many familiar faces along the way, including Lucius Malfoy, whom he had once fought with at Flourish and Blotts.

The Malfoys' arrogant demeanor easily made the Weasleys uncomfortable, but fortunately there were too many people around, so a fight didn't break out this time.

However, these minor unpleasant incidents were quickly forgotten by everyone, because this Quidditch World Cup was just too amazing!

Lyra didn't know much about Krum before the match, and even thought he looked a bit gloomy, but after watching the match, she became a huge fan of Krum, just like Ron!

"Krum! Krum!" Lyra shouted frantically for Krum, her fervor reaching a point where she was oblivious to everyone around her.