Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

As soon as Riddle finished his words, the scene in front of her eyes began to spin rapidly. The last thing she saw was Harry's panicked face, twisted into a whirlpool in front of her.

All things were twisted into a colorful and blurry vortex. When everything gradually disappeared, the world became like a roll of paper being forcefully pulled out by an invisible hand.

"..."

Amanta knew very well that this was not the real world, but a corner of her mind.

Just like what she had experienced a while ago, she was once again sucked into the vortex of consciousness, but this time, she was facing another thing - the fragment of Voldemort's incomplete soul.

Riddle was standing not far in front of her.

The sixteen-year-old Riddle is tall and thin, with handsome features. Both his appearance and temperament make him stand out from the crowd.

Just a humble and gentle smile, which is what he is best at, can make almost all girls of the same age fall in love with him.

But his expression at this moment was a little ferocious, making his handsome features look a little distorted.

"Hmph... You're here, Amanta. Your appearance really reminds me of the time when I first discovered that I was a descendant of Slytherin. I was also so high-spirited and believed that I could do anything."

He licked his lips, and a red light flashed in his dark pupils.

"When two people who both think they can do anything and will never fail meet each other... who will win? Amanta."

"… Stop comparing me to you all the time. It makes me sick."

Amanta frowned imperceptibly.

Although she had to admit that she and Riddle were similar in some ways.

For example, they are all Slytherins, all studious, ambitious, all descendants of some ancient great figure, and all proud to be Slytherins.

But that didn't stop her from hating Riddle as a person.

Riddle charmed everyone with his handsome and charming appearance and humble and studious attitude, but the actual Riddle was completely different from the character he created.

He oppressed others with fear and took pleasure in torturing others. His glory was built on the knees of Death Eaters and under the ghosts of opponents.

They are not the same kind of people at all.

Hearing her reply, Riddle smiled disdainfully.

"Haha... forget it, Amanta. There's no point in saying these things in front of me. I've already looked through all the little things in your mind. You're as conceited as I am. You think you can achieve something and will never be content to be mediocre."

"Really?" Amanta raised her head and glanced at him from a distance, "But don't you see? Apart from these, I am completely different from you."

"Yes, that's what disappoints me the most... Originally, you had the hope of competing with me for a certain position - but unfortunately, you don't have the skills and courage to do so."

Skill and courage? Killing and torturing innocent people, threatening and intimidating - that's skill and courage?

"You should be happy about that, shouldn't you?" she said sarcastically.

"Do not."

Riddle was slightly annoyed.

"Seeing a good Slytherin go astray - it's really Slytherin's misfortune, not to mention... I know exactly what you want to do, I really can't imagine what absurd Slytherin will become without my intervention -"

The more he spoke, the louder his voice became, and his anger could be felt just by looking at his expression.

"No matter what, you can't win." Amanta said calmly, "You are just a small soul fragment, with only Voldemort's memory when he was sixteen--"

"so what?"

Riddle smiled contemptuously.

"What about you? You are just a freshman, but I am already a sixth grader, the most outstanding, promising and talented student in the school. I have almost touched every corner of the restricted books section."

"It's more than enough for me to deal with you."

Amanta tilted her head: "Really? Then you can give it a try."

"I am amazed at your determination to die calmly."

Riddle held his chin with his pale, slender fingers, thinking.

"Hmm... Then, where will the duel take place? Let me think..."

He tapped his index finger on his chin several times, appearing generous and kind.

"Everything is decided by me as a superior... It makes me seem a little unkind. How about this, you choose the venue and method of the duel?"

"Although I'm not that particular about fairness..."

Riddle narrowed his eyes slightly, and the red light that flashed in his eyes was strange and bloody.

"But what I like most is watching the dying struggle of the prey - it's very funny and makes me laugh out loud."

"..."

She was really fed up with Riddle's hypocrisy.

However, the location of the duel? Amanta had never thought about this aspect.

How about choosing the place Voldemort hated the most - the Wood Orphanage? Or...his final destination - Lily and James' home in Godric's Hollow?

No, neither.

Almost instantly, she pushed those thoughts aside.

Although these are the places that Riddle hates the most, if you put someone in the place he hates the most, it will arouse his anger and make him more motivated.

Instead, the venue should be chosen in the place that Riddle likes best and where he can most let his guard down.

Hogwarts, of course.

When eleven-year-old Riddle first stepped into Hogwarts, like Harry, he regarded it as his real home.

At Hogwarts, he found like-minded friends - no, followers and servants. Here he discovered the meaning of his life and that he had Slytherin blood flowing in his veins.

So... the place she chose was——

"The Slytherin common room."

"Slytherin common room?" Riddle heard her answer and smiled with interest. "Interesting, really interesting."

He waved his hand, and the surroundings seemed to be turned over like a cardboard box, instantly transforming into the Slytherin common room.

However, compared to the Slytherin common room that Amanta had seen, the decoration here seemed a little older - this was not surprising, because the Slytherin common room that Riddle imagined naturally belonged to his era.

"How?" Riddle asked patiently.

"You decide." Amanta said lazily.

She suddenly had a premonition - this duel that excited Riddle so much would not produce any results for the time being.

Some fragmented images flashed before her eyes.

Although they were just some scattered images, they were enough for her to guess something.

Could this be... the power her mother gave her? That kind of magical foresight?

At that time, it seemed that her mother's eyes used some kind of strange magic. Those mysterious and complicated spells might be some mysterious ancient magic of the Merlin family. As for the details... she didn't know.

It's a pity that the Merlin family left her nothing.

and many more……

She thought of the treasure house of the Merlin family in Gringotts... She wondered if there was something hidden inside that would interest her.

However, Riddle in front of her did not give her time to think further.

"I decide?" Riddle raised a strange smile. "If I were you, I wouldn't be so stupid as to let my opponent decide the way to fight when I'm at a disadvantage."

"Really? That's probably because you're not confident enough."

Amanta smiled provocatively.

The scene that just flashed before her eyes made her realize that her duel with Riddle did not go smoothly.

In addition, those images also made her realize another problem - this place was too vulnerable. After all, everything they were currently in only existed in her mind.

She had just witnessed how Riddle manipulated the scene here. Since Riddle could control it, then she - maybe she could also take control of it.

Her body had probably been taken by Harry to be examined by Dumbledore or Snape. If they had any way, Riddle's consciousness might disappear here at any time.

After all, Voldemort's soul fragment did not really enter her body and coexist with her like Harry did.

Even if the diary absorbed too much of her blood, as long as she was away from it, her connection with the diary would quickly decrease, and Riddle's control over her body would become weaker and weaker.

Maybe... later, this place will be under her control.

She had handed the diary to Harry, and whether Harry threw the diary away or gave it to the professors, he could create any breakthrough point.

All in all, Riddle's situation in her body is still extremely unstable. What's more, he is currently just a fragment of his soul, with weak power, and the diary is not even enough to give him a real form.

This can be seen from the fact that Riddle tried every means to seize control of her body.

Taking her body would obviously be more efficient and less suspicious.

But Riddle didn't seem to think about these things at the moment. He was devoting himself to the duel with Amanta.

Maybe... he couldn't wait to kill Amanta's consciousness and completely take over this body.

"Interesting, interesting... You are becoming more and more impressive to me, Amanta."

Riddle laughed wildly.

"Then let's stop talking nonsense and have a competition—"

He drew his wand.

"Use all the spells you have learned. I won't use the Unforgivable Curses. That would be too boring. A duel ends too quickly. It's always a bit boring, isn't it?"

Amanta also drew her wand.

"Entrail-Expelling Cruse!" Riddle shouted.

A red light shot out from the tip of his wand, and he ran to the other end of the common room, picking up the candlestick on the wall and throwing it at Amanta.

...This spell seems to be a spell to pull out the internal organs.

It's really evil.

Amanta twisted and hid behind the sofa, avoiding Riddle's spell and the candlesticks thrown at her.

But the red light of the spell hit the wall and did not dissipate. Instead, it turned back and shot towards her again.

…? Amanta thought about it for a moment and realized that this was caused by Riddle's manipulation.

But the spell rebounded too quickly and she had no way to avoid it, so she had to quickly cast an armor spell.

"Protego——"

"You can only use this kind of spell to protect yourself. What? I don't know how arrogant you were just now? Come on, attack me!"

Amanta squatted behind the sofa with her back to Riddle, without exposing her body from the cover of the sofa.

But she is not without solutions.

"As you wish, Waddiwasi!"

She used several Vadivasi in succession, shooting things in the Slytherin common room at Riddle from different directions at the speed of bullets.

Riddle also cast a spell: "Oppugno!"

While casting the spell, he also used a levitation spell on the sofa that was protecting Amanta.

Amanta quickly rolled on the ground, and at this angle - she could just see the blind spot of Riddle's Armor Spell's protection range.

She narrowly avoided some of the snakes thrown out by Riddle's volley, and then quickly used an armor spell to counteract the rest.

Almost as soon as the snakes turned into powder before her armor spell, she immediately said at a very fast speed: "Confringo!"

She aimed at the blind spot where Riddle was casting the Shield Charm.

But Riddle's spell-casting speed was also astonishingly fast.

"Reducto!"

The two spells collided head-on with a loud crackling sound, and a few seconds later they exploded with a hiss, blowing several nearby tables into pieces.

As the fight progressed, Riddle gained the upper hand and he even began to lean leisurely against a skull skeleton.

"I thought you were very capable... Amanta, if that's the case, defeating you would be a piece of cake."

As he cast the spell, he picked up a skull and played with it in his hands.

"When I completely occupy this place... I can put Harry's skull here. There hasn't been a new skull here for hundreds of years. I think the ghosts will like it."

"You talk a lot, but none of your spells have been able to hit me yet."

Amanta changed positions to protect herself while devoting some of her energy to trying to control the situation here.

This was by no means without effect. When her mother's help helped her regain control, she vaguely felt an indescribable feeling.

She followed that familiar feeling, and soon a tingling sensation crept across her forehead, as if she had been stung by a scorpion.

This is it!

She managed to make the spell throb and struggle on the floor as Riddle once again maneuvered it back to her without hitting her.

"……how come?"

Riddle paused his attack for a moment, his voice sounding somewhat surprised.

"Haha... I'm surprised to see that you actually gained some control. I have to say... I'm really starting to look at you with new eyes."

He waved his wand faster and cast spells, while constantly lifting up tables and shelves, throwing the furniture around like building blocks so that Amanta could no longer hide behind anything.

Amanta took the initiative to launch the offensive.

She cast spells one after another, manipulating objects of all sizes to aim at Riddle. When Riddle controlled things to hit her, she tried to reverse the control and aim those objects at Riddle.

As the common room became a mess from their fight, it wasn't long before there was almost no place to hide.