Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Neville rubbed his hands and placed the pot of scented magic grass on the small table beside Amanta's bed.

"This is for you..." He hurriedly continued to explain, "Uh... I asked, and they told me that it's not appropriate to visit a patient empty-handed. I happened to have a pot of this... I hope you can get better soon after seeing it."

He looked at the pot of scented grass with some reluctance.

“I hope you can treat it well.”

"I certainly will." Amanta nodded solemnly, "But... I think it might be better if you take care of it yourself."

Neville was still looking at the pot of scented grass with reluctance, but after hearing her words, he immediately withdrew his gaze and shook his head firmly.

"No, my grandma told me that you can never take back something you gave away."

"Well...thank you, Mr. Longbottom."

Amanta suddenly remembered something, and now might be a good time to bring it up.

"Speaking of which - Neville, can I call you that?" she asked politely.

Neville nodded, "Of course."

"Okay, so Neville, do you remember that time you ran into Draco and I in the Owlery at the beginning of term?"

"Uh... I remember." Neville's face turned pale and blue. After thinking for a while, he stammered to Amanta, "I'm sorry... I heard some rumors at that time and had some prejudice against you..."

Amanta smiled helplessly.

"Neville, I'm not trying to pick on you."

"I hope you can consider my proposal. Would you like to join our SO study skills sharing group?"

"I think... I need to think about it."

Neville hesitated.

Amanta pointed at Cedric.

"If you mind that we are always rumored to be the evil dark wizards of Slytherin, then... besides me, Harry and Draco, we also have an outstanding senior from Hufflepuff as a member."

"No, it's not." Neville retorted immediately, "That's not what I meant. It's because... I'm always clumsy and always cause trouble for others. I'm bound to mess up everything."

Neville's voice became lower and lower. At the end, he lowered his head deeply, and he wanted to find a place to bury himself in shame.

Amanta comforted him, "Speaking of this, you don't have to worry at all. If our study technique is really useful, then it will definitely be a great improvement for you. If - you still know nothing about this course, then it means that this is not a truly effective technique."

Neville nodded, not quite understanding: "That makes sense..."

"But I...except for Herbology, my other grades are just a mess." He swallowed, "I'm only good at taking care of those magical plants. Can I share these with you?"

Amanta noticed that when Neville mentioned Herbology, his expression unconsciously became fanatical.

She nodded seriously, "Of course, except for Cedric, our Herbology grades are not very good. I really hope you can help us improve our Herbology grades."

"Of course, in exchange, I can help you with spells, and Draco can help you with potions. Harry is good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Cedric - to be honest, he is an all-rounder."

She winked at Neville.

"So, would you like to join us?"

"Well... well, I think this does sound good..."

Neville's face flushed with nervousness.

Amanta nodded with satisfaction, and pointed to Cedric standing beside him and said, "Cedric's grades in herbology are very good. I think he won't mind discussing herbology-related topics with you frequently, right? Cedric?"

Cedric was suddenly called and pointed at himself with a slightly surprised expression.

"me?"

He scratched his head sheepishly and gave Neville a naive smile.

"You're Neville, the Longbottom boy?"

Neville nodded primly.

"it's me."

Cedric continued, "That's right. Well, I mean... I've heard Professor Sprout mention you a long time ago. Yes, she's our head of house. The last time she mentioned you in the common room, she said that she saw a Gryffindor boy running to the greenhouse to water a grass just before curfew. Since you were just watering the grass, she not only didn't rush over to chase you away, but she also quietly closed the door for you."

Neville stared at his feet in embarrassment.

"I... I didn't mean to do that." He explained, "I just got lost in the castle, and I happened to see a sapweed plant in the greenhouse that was... lacking water, so I couldn't help but sneak in and water it."

Cedric smiled warmly.

"Okay, don't be nervous. I just...see you're so nervous, and it's interesting to think about what Professor Sprout said."

"I was impressed by you because Professor Sprout said that she felt she had discovered an excellent future professor of Herbology."

Cedric shook his head. "To be honest, she often feels a little sorry that you're not a Hufflepuff."

"Really?" Neville's eyes widened, "Professor Sprout, are you really saying that to me?"

There was some panic in his voice.

"Yes."

After hearing Cedric's affirmation, Neville was almost shaking with excitement.

"I... Professor of Herbology, can I really do this? No one has ever said this to me..."

Cedric smiled and patted Neville on the shoulder.

"Do a good job, I'm optimistic about you."

Neville nodded desperately, "Of course! I will definitely try my best!"

Seeing that Neville and Cedric were having a good chat, Amanta was also somewhat happy that their SO group welcomed a new member.

However...Amanta felt it was necessary to remind Neville.

"Neville, we meet every Wednesday night. As for the location, it's in the Room of Requirement. Of course, I think you probably don't know the exact location. You can go with us after dinner that day."

"Okay, okay." Neville continued to nod vigorously, "I will definitely remember it."

He had barely finished saying this when Madam Pomfrey returned.

As soon as she came back she kicked them out.

"You disturbed her rest!" she scolded loudly.

After sending them away, she smiled and said to Amanta, "Honey, are you awake? Come on, drink this."

She handed Amanta a dose of the dark, sticky potion.

Amanta took the potion and drank it all.

Madam Pomfrey closed the curtain for her.

"You can be discharged from the hospital when you wake up tomorrow."

Amanta lay on the bed, listening to her in a daze, but her heart gradually calmed down.