Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

After trying to dissuade Harry to no avail, Amanta had to switch from passive defense to active attack.

They kept throwing spells at each other and making a mess of the girls' bathroom.

Finally, after Harry was hit by her Impediment Charm, she took advantage of the few seconds when Harry was slowed down by the Impediment Charm.

Amanta quickly shouted to Harry: "Harry, it's me! I'm back!"

Harry was knocked to the ground, giving her a little room to speak.

"Uh huh? What? A-Amanta, is it really you? You're back?!"

Harry's expression was delighted for a moment, but he quickly got up again and assumed a vigilant defensive posture.

"I don't believe it. Who knows if you are lying to me... You are definitely not Amanta! Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Okay, Harry, now it really is me."

Amanta didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Otherwise, why did I need to remove your curse just now?"

"..."

Harry frowned in thought for a moment, still pointing his wand nervously at her.

Amanta spread her hands helplessly, indicating that she had no intention of attacking him.

Harry looked at Amanta carefully for a long moment, as if comparing her words and actions with those of the past.

"Okay...wait."

After a long moment, Harry smiled brightly.

"Amanta, you're really back? You're finally back!...Are you okay?"

In just one short sentence, his tone took several twists and turns.

"Well, Harry, it's me. I know you must have a lot of questions now, but now is not the time to explain. The situation is critical. Let's leave here first and go find Dumbledore, or Snape."

Amanta explained briefly.

After all, Riddle might still be lurking somewhere inside her.

Even if she woke up temporarily, she couldn't be sure that Riddle would not run out of her body again at any time.

She put away her wand and walked towards the bathroom door.

"Okay, let's go."

Seeing Amanta's serious expression, Harry said nothing more and followed her out of the bathroom.

As soon as Amanta walked out of the bathroom door, her head suddenly started to hurt violently.

In addition to a splitting headache, a familiar feeling of fatigue and sleepiness also came over me.

She forced her eyes open and dug her nails into her palms to prevent herself from being knocked down by the sudden sleepiness.

Riddle's voice suddenly rang in her mind.

"I haven't left yet, Amanta... Don't get in my way - don't you always talk about leading Slytherin to glory?"

...Damn it, the ghost is still haunting me.

She staggered against the side of the corridor, holding her forehead.

"Amanta? What's wrong with you?" Harry ran over in panic and held her arm. "Are you feeling unwell? Is someone controlling you?"

"...I think so."

Amanta gave a wry smile: "You'd better take out your wand in case of any unexpected situation."

Harry quickly took out his wand: "No, tell me, who is the person who cast the spell on you, and where is he?"

"…It's hard to explain," she panted weakly.

"You know, Amanta, it's me who inherited the will of Salazar Slytherin himself. As a guy who keeps saying that he wants to restore the honor of Slytherin, do you still want to disobey the decision of Salazar himself?"

Riddle's voice continued in her head.

"Shut up, I know what you want to do."

Amanta covered her head which was aching.

"Open the Chamber of Secrets, release the basilisk, and attack those Muggle-born wizards..."

"It's just the same old tricks. I don't think you want to inherit Slytherin's will, but you want Hogwarts to close as soon as possible."

She spoke these words in one breath, breathing heavily.

"Humph, you just love to say useless things, Amanta, you know? In my eyes, you are nothing but a pitiful creature. Indecisive, tied up, always bound by some useless emotions and moral values... Look at what you are doing. And I will be more decisive in dealing with those who stand in my way. I will use everyone without emotion, even kill them, just to achieve my goal."

Riddle said with disdain.

"You don't even know how to cherish the preciousness of your bloodline. I am ashamed that Slytherin has produced a traitor like you."

"Yes, I am not like you, who is only half-blooded and still feels complacent about it."

She said sarcastically, barely holding on to her body.

Her head was already aching so much that she had no time to think, and Riddle's long string of words was like a spell, making her even more dizzy.

correct.

The diary, that diary, must be with her.

She quickly reached out her hand and felt around her body, and soon she felt something hard...

The diary was in her arms.

She pulled it out and handed it to Harry.

"Harry, take it."

Harry took the diary with a black cover and gold foil wrapped corners in a daze.

"What is this?" He flipped through it. "It looks like a diary. It's new. There's not a single word in it."

"This is Voldemort's diary, Harry. I'll explain it later. Hold on to me, and we'll go find Dumbledore first."

Harry hurriedly supported her with concern, and the two of them staggered forward.

And Riddle... was nagging like an old woman, constantly whispering something in Amanta's ear, which made her very irritated.

"In fact, I think there is a terrifying similarity between us... We both come from orphanages, we are both hardworking Slytherins, and we are both good students in the eyes of our teachers."

"We all have huge ambitions buried deep in our hearts... We are equally talented and capable."

"In the final analysis, your personality and behavior are exactly the same as mine - humph, if you didn't always like to bring Potter to go against me, I would have thought you were my heir."

"This is so disappointing - I have always valued talents, especially those like you who are Slytherin and born into a noble family."

Riddle stated his views in a torrent of words.

This made Amanta extremely impatient.

"You don't have any tricks now except talking nonsense. Once we find Dumbledore, you'll be finished."

"You are so naive, Amanta."

Riddle's voice was still ringing in her ears.

"I absorbed so much of your blood... Do you think you can still control your own body?"

"What do you mean?" Amanta asked warily.

Riddle chuckled.

"look."

Amanta's steps suddenly stopped uncontrollably.

Harry looked at her worriedly, "Amanta, what's wrong with you? If it really doesn't work... I can carry you on my back."

"Amanta, this is really boring, two souls are huddled together in a mess, fighting for the right to use a body. I think we should have a fair duel, how about it?"

"……duel?"

"Yes, you see... I originally thought that the boy next to you and I were destined to be enemies, but now, I am more interested in you. How did you break out of my absolute control?"

"..."Amanta really wanted to say that it was her mother who saved her.

But this matter is so magical that even Riddle might not believe it.

Riddle whispered, "Come on, let us see which of us is more worthy of the title of Heir of Slytherin."