HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 113 Sending a Green Hat

Perhaps Lyra's desperate attempt to avoid him was too obvious, because Harry and Draco only paused for a few seconds before simultaneously waving their wands, casting spells, and fighting even more fiercely.

"Petrify them all! Shatter them to pieces!" The platinum-haired young master seemed to be directing all his anger at not getting Lyra's support or favor onto Harry Potter, and his spells were even more fierce.

Hmm, this combination of spells is a bit scary when you think about it. Lyra quickly moved to the corner of the corridor to avoid getting hurt.

"Obstacles everywhere!" Harry, true to his Quidditch Seeker persona, was agile, ducking low to dodge the opponent's attack and effortlessly launching a counterattack. "Dizzy!"

In contrast, the young master of the platinum suit was relatively slower. The red light exploded at his feet, and he narrowly avoided it, but Harry's attack came right after him again—

"Except your weapons!"

The young master had no choice but to roll away to avoid it. His usually neatly combed hair was no longer what it used to be; a few strands fell to his ears, which, combined with his pale face, created a kind of messy beauty.

Leila stood in a safe corner, boldly craning her neck to quietly admire the beauty before her.

"Divine Strike Without Shadow!" Draco was clearly enraged to be hit in front of the black-haired girl. He had just dodged the attack in a sorry state when he uttered an unfamiliar spell with unsteady breath. But the spell sounded very powerful. Lyra turned her head to Harry with some concern.

Harry's sixth sense also told him that the danger of this spell should not be underestimated. The next second, the effect of the wall debris exploding from above silently confirmed this. This time, it was Harry who was in a disheveled state.

The spell had just struck the wall with such force that it left several deep wounds, and the explosion of stone fragments scattered everywhere startled the three people present.

Harry slumped to the ground, touching the top of his head. A small patch of hair had been shaved off, leaving a stubble about the length of his thumb joint.

Harry was almost hit on the head, but luckily only some hair was shaved off. Although it felt a bit strange to the touch, Harry was secretly glad—if it were his head, it would probably look like a rotten watermelon with its head split open.

His robes were completely soaked with sweat, clinging to Harry's body, damp and uncomfortable, but Harry couldn't care less about that at the moment, he was still terrified of almost being hit by a powerful spell.

Draco, on the other side, did not press his advantage. He stood there stunned, completely unexpected that the spell he had accidentally seen in his father's study was so powerful.

Despite the fighting, the arguing, and the dislike, Draco never intended to actually kill Harry Potter.

"Enough—" Lyra quickly stepped in to stop the everyday scuffle when she saw it was starting to get out of control.

Fortunately, the two fighters involved in the fight had no intention of continuing, and soon the three of them walked towards the academy's lounge, restoring peace and quiet to the corridor.

“Hopefully Filch will discover the damaged wall later—” Lyra murmured to herself, thinking of the poor steward who diligently maintained the castle every day and treated it as his home.

*

Because Draco looked so grim before he left, Lyra paid more attention to the Slytherin long table while having breakfast in the Great Hall the next day.

To everyone's surprise, this platinum-haired young master had quickly recovered his former spirit and was vividly describing to his Slytherin group the glorious deeds of how he had taught the Savior Potter a lesson, making him roll on the ground and even cutting off a patch of his hair.

Surrounded by the Slytherin girls, the platinum-haired young master laughed arrogantly, truly deserving of his number one ranking as the most deserving Slytherin in Gryffindor this year.

Okay, there's no need to worry about him. Leila shoveled a big mouthful of shrimp and vegetable salad into her mouth.

The laughter at Harry Potter from the Slytherin table was so loud that everyone who came to the Great Hall for breakfast heard it. So much so that as soon as Harry and Ron stepped into the Great Hall, everyone immediately looked at the top of Harry's head, which was said to have a bald patch.

However, Harry disappointed everyone who was looking for a juicy story. He was wearing a red wizard's hat with gold Snitch decorations, which completely covered his head—a Christmas present from Lyra.

Fortunately, the weather is cold now, so wearing a hat doesn't seem out of place. In fact, many girls still like to wear witch hats of various colors in winter, and every quarter, witch magazines will select the best trendy style of the month.

Everyone is now curious whether Harry Potter really has a bald patch under his hat, and people keep staring at his hat during meals.

A new mocking script was being prepared at the Slytherin table, with Draco Malfoy laughing especially loudly. Harry, watching Malfoy at the opposite table grinning from ear to ear, inexplicably felt a sudden urge to loudly thank Lyra for the beautiful wizard's hat he'd received for Christmas—he loved it dearly!

His voice was so loud and clear that he was sure everyone in the Great Hall could hear him, especially Draco Malfoy grinning at the Slytherin table.

Sure enough, upon learning that the hat on Harry Potter's head was a gift from Lyra, Draco Malfoy's smile immediately vanished, and he looked somewhat irritable, gripping his knife and fork tightly, making a sizzling sound as he chopped the bacon on his plate.

Having effortlessly provoked his arch-nemesis, Harry felt refreshed and began to enjoy his breakfast. He didn't have time to keep staring at the annoying Malfoy, after all, he planned to go to the school hospital before class to have Madam Pomfrey cast a hair-growth charm on his hair.

*

When Lyra was dragged into a secluded storage room by the platinum-haired boy again, she wasn't too surprised.

She wasn't too surprised when the other person stared at her with beautiful gray-blue eyes and demanded the Christmas present that had been missing.

When the proud platinum-born young master opposite her asked Lyra to also give her a wizard's hat, and that it be more gorgeous, prettier, and more unique than Harry Potter's hat, she was still not too surprised.

However, when Lyra heard that the young master Platinum had specified Slytherin green as the color of his hat, her expression turned somewhat in that direction.

“It’s fine to give you a belated Christmas present,” Lyra changed her mind, “and giving you a more glamorous, prettier, and more unique hat is no problem either, but…”

Lyra cautiously tried to change Draco's mind—

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to ask me to give you a green hat (a symbol of infidelity)..."