Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

"That's right, Professor."

Amanta called out to Dumbledore who was walking towards the door of the school infirmary.

"Anything else? Dear Miss Merlin."

"Professor... I have to tell you something." Amanta swallowed and told Dumbledore everything about how she and Sparlow were kidnapped by Peter Pettigrew and taken to the Shrieking Shack.

After hearing her words, Dumbledore frowned and fell into deep thought.

"How did you know for sure that man was Peter Pettigrew?"

He raised this question.

Amanta had already thought of a way to deal with it.

"He told us himself, Professor. He told us that he cut off a piece of his finger, escaped prison, made everyone believe he was dead, and was awarded the honorary Order of Merlin."

In order to make this matter more credible, she had to emphasize the following words.

"He seemed very proud of... this matter. He said that he had kept everyone in the dark. He was obviously Voldemort's most loyal servant, but everyone still ridiculously believed that he was a hero who saved the Potter family."

"Peter, this kid..."

Dumbledore sighed and shook his head.

"Everyone thought he was dead back then... Haha, in a sense he was right. We were really stupid to be kept in the dark. But even if we tell this story now, I'm afraid those people in the Ministry of Magic won't believe it... Unless we can capture Peter ourselves."

Amanta felt that it was necessary to hint more to Dumbledore.

such as……

Something that Peter Pettigrew had been hiding at Hogwarts.

With Dumbledore's intelligence, he must be able to think of something.

"Peter Pettigrew also said that he had been lurking in Hogwarts all these years, and also said..."

She glanced at Dumbledore's expression and made a hesitant expression.

"Child, you can say whatever you want."

Amanta could only raise an eyebrow and tell him what she had thought of.

"He said that you are getting old and confused. He has been under your nose for so many years. He is in Hogwarts, but you didn't realize it at all -"

"In fact, I am also curious about how he managed to stay in Hogwarts and avoid everyone's sight..."

She added.

"And there's the secret passage from the Whomping Willow to the Shrieking Shack... I think he entered and exited Hogwarts from there, Professor. I think it's necessary to temporarily seal off those secret passages."

"Really? He has been in Hogwarts all this time... This really surprises me. But don't worry about the secret passage. I have asked Minerva to do it."

After a brief thought, Dumbledore stroked his tied-up beard and showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"Oh... of course, why didn't I think of that?"

"Professor, what did you think of?"

Amanta looked at Dumbledore with some anticipation.

Dumbledore blinked his cunning eyes: "Mice...are all afraid of cats, Miss Merlin, am I right?"

"Of course, there is no mouse that is not afraid of the cat, Professor."

Amanta said this with a confused expression on her face.

But she knew in her heart that Dumbledore must also be thinking of Peter Pettigrew's Animagus image - a mouse.

It was because Pettigrew turned into a mouse that he was able to walk around Hogwarts unhindered under everyone's noses.

"Okay kid, you don't need to worry about these things. At your age, you should be carefree and playing with your classmates. When I was young, I made the same mistake with a close friend."

Dumbledore smiled warmly.

"We spent all day in the library, talking about profound questions and great fantasies - but what did they mean? In the end, we didn't achieve those fantasies. In the end, we still accomplished nothing."

"Professor, you are already the greatest wizard of this century. How can you be considered to have accomplished nothing?"

This time, Amanta really showed an incredible expression.

She knew that the close friend Dumbledore was referring to was most likely Grindelwald. Even though Grindelwald was indeed in prison... but - in the eyes of all wizards, Dumbledore probably had nothing to do with accomplishing anything.

Dumbledore just continued to laugh.

"Youth," he sighed.

"Ms. Merlin, I think you have too many things to worry about. Just enjoy yourself. Even if the sky falls, we professors are here to support you."

Dumbledore seemed to have regained his relaxed and cheerful mood.

He hummed a tuneless song, walked to the door of the school infirmary, pushed it open, and said something to the outside with a smile.

Several furry heads immediately squeezed in from outside the door.

Harry rushed in first, followed by Draco, Cedric and... Neville?

Amanta was a little surprised to see Neville appear here.

After all, since that flying lesson, although their relationship with some Gryffindor people has eased a lot, but... there has been no further communication.

Neville followed the others somewhat awkwardly, keeping a certain distance from them. After entering the school infirmary, he tried to shrink himself into a corner, attempting to reduce his presence as much as possible.

And Harry had already rushed to her bedside.

"Amanta! That's great, you're finally okay, I missed you so much!"

He buried his hair in Amanta's quilt.

Amanta could only ruffle Harry's black hair, which was still as messy as ever, with a helpless look on her face.

"Just in case, I'd like to confirm - when you usually stand up from a chair, do you usually step out with your left foot or your right foot first?"

Draco stood behind Harry, still slightly alert and watching Amanta's every move.

"Left foot."

Amanta answered immediately.

Wait… She tilted her head in confusion, and suddenly felt that something seemed wrong.

She looked into Draco's serious grey eyes.

"Draco, how come I never noticed that you were so observant?"

"...cough." Draco's ears turned red.

"My observation skills have always been good, but I'm not good at expressing it." He said with a bit of pride.

Cedric also spoke, a slightly worried look on his face.

"I heard about your situation from Harry and Draco...Excuse me, what did Professor Dumbledore say to you just now? What is going on?"

"But if it's inconvenient, like if Dumbledore doesn't want you to tell us or something like that - then there's no need to tell us," he added hastily.

"Hasn't Dumbledore told you about the diary yet?" Amanta asked.

She looked at the people present.

"No."

The three of them said in unison.

"Okay." Amanta had no choice but to tell them everything that had happened in the past two days, only hiding a small part about Livia.

It took her a long time to explain these things clearly.

Amanta took a few sips of water from the bedside table. She said so many words in one breath that her mouth was almost on fire.

Neville was still huddled in the corner, but his face suddenly turned pale.

Harry gasped, his expression twisted into a ball of anger.

Amanta was a little worried. They must have noticed something -

"So, Peter Pettigrew is the indirect murderer of my parents?" Harry said this through gritted teeth.

I don’t know if it was because of anger or sadness, his eyes were red and bloodshot.

"..." Amanta observed his expression and said slowly, "...Yes, it was he who informed Voldemort of the Potters' address in Godric's Hollow—"

Before she could finish her words, Harry turned and rushed towards the door.

"He's right here! I'm going to find him! I want revenge - this traitor! I want him to taste the same pain that my parents went through!"

he roared.

Cedric quickly ran to the door and put his arm around Harry to prevent him from running out.

Harry struggled in his arms, his expression grim and painful.

"Harry, calm down." Cedric whispered, staring into Harry's eyes, trying to calm him down.

"Don't do anything stupid. You still have us. None of us want to see you go to Azkaban... You still have to go to Hogwarts, Harry, think more about yourself."

Harry gradually gave up struggling, and his voice gradually became tearful.

"I...I can't tolerate it, I can't forgive this thing!" he cried.

"Cedric...you have no idea what this means to me! Would you tell yourself this if someone did this to your parents?"

As Harry spoke, he became more and more excited.

He burst into tears, which made Cedric even more overwhelmed.

"I'm sorry... Harry, that's not what I meant. I just wanted to comfort you. You're right, I really can't understand your feelings... but I didn't..."

Cedric explained at a loss.

Amanta sighed and raised her voice slightly so that Harry, who was at the door, could hear her.

"Harry, we all know what this incident means to you - he is also my enemy, and he almost killed me this time, didn't he? I swear, I will definitely catch him with you."

"Let's find him together, bring him to justice, publicize his crimes, let everyone know his ugly face, and ruin his reputation. For a hypocritical hypocrite like Peter Pettigrew, this would be more terrible than his death."

She said all these words in one breath again. After saying so much, her voice was almost hoarse.

But fortunately, these words still work.

Harry's breathing gradually calmed down after hearing her words.

He slowly pulled down Cedric's arm, whispered an apology to him, then walked back dejectedly and found a chair to sit down.

"Sorry... I was too impulsive just now." He covered his face with his hands and wiped the tears from his face.

"No one will blame you. We all know that this is not your fault."

Draco walked over, pulled a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and handed it to Harry.

Harry took the handkerchief, blew his nose loudly, and said with emotion: "Thank you, Draco, it's a good thing you are here..."

Draco looked at his handkerchief with a stiff expression, and finally shrugged helplessly: "You're welcome, and you don't have to return the handkerchief... "

Cedric walked back from the door and he looked like he had some questions for Amanta.

"So... the diary is part of Voldemort? So, the diary - the Horcrux - is Voldemort himself?"

Amanta explained: "To be precise, that diary is a fragment of Voldemort's soul when he was sixteen years old. He split a piece of his soul at that time and put it in this diary."

Cedric continued, "If all of these fragments of Voldemort's soul were resurrected, would there be several Voldemorts?"

"..." Amanta frowned, "I think so."

Cedric's face also turned slightly pale: "Merlin's chin...Oh no, Amanta, I don't mean what you mean. If all his Horcruxes are really resurrected - that would be too terrifying."

Amanta's expression was also a little solemn: "Dumbledore told me that we should stop worrying about these things..."

"But to be honest, I really can't do it."

She shook her head.

While they were chatting, a cough was suddenly heard nearby.

"Cough cough..."

Neville walked towards them, coughing softly, trying to get their attention.

But when everyone turned their eyes to him, his face instantly turned red.

"Thank you, Mr. Longbottom. To be honest, I didn't expect you to come and see me."

Amanta gave him a kind smile, and when Neville came over, she saw that Neville was holding a pot of plants tightly in his hands.

"What's that in your arms?" she asked with a little interest.

"This... this is the magic olfactory grass. Its leaves look like copper coins. Here, look."

He loosened one hand and nervously showed them the plant in his arms.

The sunlight outside shone on the leaves of the magic grass, and its leaves shone like brass.

The small, round and thick leaves do look a bit like copper coins.

"Ancient wizards would use its leaves as copper coins. Although no one has studied its use in making potions, I just think it's very interesting..."

Neville talked about the areas he was good at. He gradually became less nervous than before, and his eyes were shining with excitement.

Amanta nodded and gave an appreciative smile.

"I have to say, Mr. Longbottom, you are very talented in Herbology."

Neville seemed to have rarely received such compliments. He smiled shyly and changed the subject awkwardly.

"Thank you, classmate Meilin... Although I don't quite understand what you just said... But my grandma told me to remember to be grateful. I am always grateful to you for the flying class. I heard that you were admitted to the school hospital... so I wanted to come and see you."