HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 131 Shall we take a walk together?

All of this happened so fast that before Harry, his friends, and Lupin could even react with a sense of bewilderment, their wands were snatched away.

Hermione thought Lupin was trying to stop Harry from accidentally killing Black in his anger, so she breathed a sigh of relief, went over and pulled Harry up from the floor, and the two returned to Ron's side.

Ron was about to grin at Harry and Hermione when he heard Lupin speak, his voice trembling strangely, as if he were forcibly suppressing some emotion.

"I already know. Where is he?"

Harry was completely confused. How could Professor Lupin not see such a large Black in the room?

Harry looked around, glancing at the other people in the room.

Hermione and Ron's expressions told Harry that, like him, they didn't understand Professor Lupin's meaning either.

But one person at the scene quickly understood Lupin's implication.

Blake slowly raised his right hand and pointed it directly at Ron.

Ron was completely confused by Blake.

What happened next left Harry, Ron, and Hermione in disbelief—

Lupin strode over to Blake, pulled him up from the floor, and the two locked eyes. A few seconds later, Professor Lupin reached out and embraced Blake tightly!

"Brothers!"

Lupin's voice trembled but was incredibly firm; anyone could hear the burning passion in his voice.

"Brothers!"

Blake excitedly hugged Lupin back.

"Oh my God!" Hermione screamed.

"It's you!" Hermione's eyes widened as she pointed at Lupin, realizing, "It's you who's been helping Black get into the castle!"

“Hermione, calm down,” Lupin shouted, showing no panic or guilt at being exposed. “I can explain!”

But Harry interrupted Lupin first, yelling at him, the pain of being betrayed by someone he trusted showing on his face.

“I trust you, and you are Blake’s friend!”

“Harry, wait, I can explain to you—” Lupin said.

“Harry! He can’t be trusted!” Hermione screamed. “He’s a werewolf!”

“What?” Harry and Ron looked at Hermione in surprise.

Despite being exposed as a werewolf, Lupin remained remarkably calm; he even gave Hermione a slight smile.

“You’re something else, Hermione. I’ve always thought you were the smartest witch your age,” Lupin said. “How long have you known?”

“It’s been a long time,” Hermione said, not pleased by Lupin’s praise. On the contrary, she was angry, at Lupin and at herself. “I’m not. If I were really smart, I would have immediately reported to Headmaster Dumbledore that you are a werewolf!”

“Oh, Hermione,” Lupin chuckled, “No need to regret it. Dumbledore and the others already know. The teachers are all aware of it.”

"What?" Ron felt like he'd been exclaiming in amazement all night long. "Dumbledore knew you were a werewolf and still hired you?"

Lupin: "Headmaster Dumbledore believes I am trustworthy—"

"He's wrong, he trusted the wrong person just like we did!" Harry roared. "You're Black's friend, you've been helping him get into Hogwarts to hunt me down!"

“I haven’t always helped Sirius,” Lupin said urgently. “I can explain—”

“I’m not hunting you, Harry,” Black said in a hoarse voice. “I’m hunting that wretched rat!”

Harry: "A mouse?"

Ron: "What?"

“Yes, Rat,” Lupin stopped Sirius Black, who was trying to snatch the rat from Ron, and he was more restrained. “Ron’s rat, he’s not a rat, he’s an Animagus, Peter Pettigrew.”

Upon hearing the name Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black could no longer contain himself and pounced on Ron, trying to snatch the mouse hidden in Ron's pocket!

Ron, of course, refused. He desperately tried to protect the mouse in his pocket, but his leg was broken, and he was no match for Black. However, Harry joined the fight and protected Ron.

Lupin was forced to join the fray, trying to tear Black away from Ron.

"They're all crazy, they're all crazy..." Hermione murmured.

*

After entering the Forbidden Forest, Lyra successfully met up with Fred and George at their usual spot, and the three of them released Buckbeak together as planned.

"Fly! Fly far away! And never come back!"

While giving Buckbeak a warning, Lyra took one last, mesmerizing look at the beautiful feathers and powerful wings of the hippogriff.

“Oh, I think it will miss the food here—” Fred said casually.

“Or maybe he’ll miss Hagrid sometimes,” George said. “After all, Hagrid doted on Buckbeak like a mother.”

Lyra and the red-haired twins were in high spirits. They had finished their OWL exams! They had successfully rescued the hippogriff from the evil Malfoys! And soon, their free summer vacation would begin!

Is there a more wonderful moment than this?

For Lyra, it's still possible. But for Fred and George, it might not be.

They had barely stepped out of the Forbidden Forest when the red-haired twins watched in disbelief as a swallowtail dog hurtled toward Lyra like a rocket—

“Bell!” Lyra exclaimed in surprise.

—And the person who took this swallow-tailed dog for a walk.

"Nott!" Lyra greeted the newcomer cheerfully.

Fred and George stared with dead fish eyes at the familiar Slytherin boy, casting death stares.

Theodore Nott never expected that someone else would be taking a walk outside the castle today, besides himself. No wonder the swallow-tailed dog wasn't running around the Black Lake as usual, but instead was desperately leading him towards the Forbidden Forest. It turned out that its real owner was here.

Nott glanced at her Gryffindor friend and the two Weasley brothers behind her with unfriendly expressions, and nodded slightly as if to say hello.

Lyra was used to her Slytherin friends' coldness and didn't find anything wrong with it. On the contrary, Fred and George felt that Slytherin's arrogance was almost overflowing.

"Are you also taking a walk near the Forbidden Forest?" Leila asked warmly. "We are too, would you like to take a walk together?"

Theodore Nott’s gaze shifted from her enthusiastic dog-loving companion to her friends, the two red-haired Weasleys who were clearly very reluctant to be taken for a walk together.

He showed no outward expression, but secretly found it somewhat amusing and even felt a rare moment of playfulness.

"can."