Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

With the possible exception of Snape, who would be spending Christmas with Potter, no one was not happy about the upcoming Christmas and holidays.

The day before Christmas holiday.

When Amanta left the dungeon after Potions class, she found that the corridor was completely blocked by a huge fir tree.

At a glance, she saw two large feet sticking out from under the fir tree and heard loud panting sounds coming from behind the fir tree.

There is no need to guess, the person moving the fir tree must be Hagrid.

"Need some help, Hagrid?" she asked.

"No, Amanta, it's too big and too heavy... I don't think a little girl like you can help."

Hagrid was breathing heavily as he spoke. He put the fir tree on the ground temporarily and wanted to rest for a while.

"Don't say that, Hagrid, don't underestimate the power of spells - are you planning on going to the Great Hall?"

She drew her wand and pointed it at the fir tree, about to help Hagrid move it.

Ron and Dean, who had just finished their Potions class, also passed by here.

When Ron saw this, he whispered to Dean beside him in a sarcastic tone: "Hey, it looks like the best first-year student is going to show off her learning results again."

"Weasley!"

Hagrid shouted angrily at Ron.

"Are you calling me? You big, rude fellow, just do your job."

Ron shouted angrily.

Hagrid's beard trembled with anger.

Amanta sighed and moved the tip of her wand from pointing at the fir tree to pointing at Ron.

"Weasley, I think - sometimes you just have to be taught a lesson in manners, Tarantallegra!"

Ron's legs suddenly began to dance wildly and uncontrollably, his toes tapping the ground constantly as if the ground was a branding iron.

His legs even spun around for him a few times.

Dean looked at him in amazement: "Oh my God, Ron, you can actually dance! And you dance well?"

But anyone with a discerning eye could see that Dean's face was flushed red and he was obviously trying hard to hold back a smile.

Ron's legs carried him around the corridor, and he looked at Dean, whose face was red from trying to hold back his laughter, with no patience.

"Shut up! Come help me!"

Maybe he made too much noise and attracted other people's attention.

Anyway, Snape's sinister gaze peered down the stairs on the right.

Amanta immediately shouted, "Good afternoon, professor."

"Professor, Professor?! Look at me!"

Ron seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and hurriedly shouted loudly to the professor, trying to attract the attention of... a certain professor.

His legs were carrying him to the other end of the corridor, so he didn't see who it was.

"Professor! Come and see what Merlin did to me... a naked attack! An attack! She broke the school rules! Hogwarts does not allow students to use spells in the corridors!"

Snape walked down the stairs expressionlessly.

Dean gasped instantly, ran over and patted Ron on the shoulder, winking at him frantically.

But obviously it did not achieve satisfactory results.

Ron was very confused: "Dean, what happened to your eyebrows? Did the wind blow them cramped?"

At this moment, Snape's cold voice slowly passed by their ears.

Ron was so frozen that his face turned whiter than the snow outside.

"Well... Weasley, I see you're lamely practicing your Christmas dance in the corridor..."

"No! No!" Ron waved his hands frantically. "That's not it! It's May -"

Snape interrupted him coldly.

"However, I have to remind you that Hogwarts prohibits students from dancing in the corridors. Gryffindor will be deducted five points. You should be thankful that I didn't deduct more."

"No..." Ron shouted desperately, "Professor, didn't you hear me just say May--"

"No?" Snape looked at him coldly, "Do you have any objection, Weasley... Don't you think I deducted enough?"

Dean pinched Ron's arm hard and whispered, "Don't let him deduct any more points from Gryffindor! I want to spend a peaceful Christmas..."

"No…Okay, I was wrong, Professor."

Ron said to Snape dejectedly.

Then he and Dean, holding onto the wall and looking gloomy, squeezed past the tree in a funny dance, knocking needles everywhere.

After they left, Hagrid laughed heartily and said, "Although many people don't like him, I don't think Snape is really that annoying. For example, hahahahaha just now..."

"The fine tradition of Slytherin: protecting one's shortcomings."

Amanta shrugged.

Hagrid slowly stopped laughing and asked, "Okay, so why didn't I see Harry and Draco today?"

"Draco was still in the Potions classroom, instructing Neville on how to make a scabies potion. Neville was punished by Professor Snape to stay after class until he finished making his potion. Harry - he ran out as soon as the class was over, saying that he saw a spell in a book that could quickly shape a snowman into various shapes."

"Oh... That's really unfortunate. I haven't seen you for a long time. I wanted to ask about Draconob..."

"It's Norma," Amanta corrected him. "It's a girl."

After Lucius invited several Romanian dragon trainers to take care of Norbert, the Norwegian Ridgeback, the trainers told Lucius that Norbert was actually a girl...

So Draco changed her name to Norma.

"Yes, yes, it's a girl - I always forget that."

Hagrid scratched his head sheepishly.

"I really want to see what it looks like now - Amanta, I know you and Harry will go to Malfoy Manor to spend the Christmas holidays, please remember to help me check on it now. Oh... poor little thing, the weather is so cold and mom can't accompany you..."

As he spoke, his eyebrows drooped to the sides and he was so worried that tears were about to come out.

"Hagrid, don't worry. Norma is doing well at Malfoy Manor. She can even breathe fire to keep warm."

——Of course, it burned several dragon trainers’ robes, dried up the pond with its fire, and wanted to eat the owl that delivered the letter countless times. Fortunately, it was fed dozens of chickens every day, otherwise...

Few dragons have fared better.

She thought about it and said, "If Draco has a camera, I will help take some pictures for you."

"That's great!"

Hagrid was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.

"Amanta, you are such a good girl."

"Well, anyway, Christmas is coming soon. Is this the Christmas tree to be decorated in the auditorium?" Amanta asked, pointing to the fir tree.

"Yes, I spent a long time in the Forbidden Forest choosing these twelve trees that are exactly the same and beautiful—"

Hagrid looked at the tree he had carefully selected and clicked his tongue in satisfaction.

Amanta pointed her wand at the fir tree, suspended it slightly in the air, and walked backwards with it.

Hagrid walked in front of her, reminding her to watch her back and her steps.

"Actually, I can do it myself, but thank you anyway, Amanta."

"You're welcome. Using a spell takes a lot less effort than using your hands."

Amanta shook her head.

They made their way to the auditorium.

The auditorium looked more beautiful and magnificent than before. The walls were covered with hanging flowers and ribbons. Eleven tall and beautiful Christmas trees were erected in the room, with hundreds of candles hanging on them that would never go out, making the glittering ribbons and bells on them shine even more brightly.

Professors McGonagall and Flitwick were already under the several Christmas trees in the Great Hall, and they were busy putting up the decorations to decorate the trees.

"The last one is coming——"

Hagrid waved at them.

Professor Flitwick nodded.

"Oh - it's you, Miss Merlin, thank you for your help, could you please put it there?"

He held a long candy cane and pointed to the only empty corner in the auditorium.

Amanta used her magic wand to direct the Christmas tree to fall there.

Professor McGonagall then looked up from a long hanging ribbon of mistletoe and holly beside her.

"Hagrid, you...how can you let a child help you? It's ridiculous. It's too dangerous!"

She gravely rebuked Hagrid for his behavior.

Hagrid scratched his beard sheepishly, unable to speak.

Professor Flitwick quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Minerva, I think Hagrid must be tired from moving so many Christmas trees - you know Amanta's abilities, she won't hurt anyone or herself."

Professor McGonagall shook her head and let Hagrid go for the time being.

But she still sternly warned: "Never do this again next time!"

After she finished speaking, she turned back and used her wand to spray out strings of golden bubbles, which hung on the branches of the new tree that Amanta had moved into.

Hagrid raised his hands in surrender and said, "Okay, okay. I'll remember that."

"Hagrid, do you have anything else to do?" Amanta asked.

She checked the time and found that there was still more than half an hour until lunch time.

She originally wanted to go to the library to read as usual, but - it was a holiday tomorrow, and she met Hagrid again, so it wouldn't hurt to relax occasionally.

Hagrid rubbed his hands together in their thick rabbit-fur gloves and chopped at his beaver boots.

"This damn weather... is so cold." He said to himself, "No, I have finished my work."

"Then let's go outside and see what kind of snowman Harry has built."

"Well, I kind of missed Harry too."

Hagrid said.

He followed Amanta to the small square outside the auditorium.

The small square was covered with thick snow, but Filch had cleared a path in the middle, and a dozen students were running and jumping around, having a snowball fight.

Amanta glanced around the square and soon spotted Harry squatting in the corner.

She and Hagrid walked over and found Harry pointing his wand at a piece of...unclear-looking thing, chanting a spell in distress.

"Amanta! I tried this spell...it doesn't work at all."

He complained, then grinned at Hagrid behind Amanta.

"Hagrid, long time no see, I missed you!"

"Me too, glad to see you're doing well lately." Hagrid squatted down and hugged him.

"Try to cast that spell you learned and show me what it looks like?" Amanta asked.

"Then I'll try again... hula hula - snowman, snowman - change as you like!"

Harry waved his wand again, pointing at the snowman and shouted.

"Are you sure this... is really a spell?" Amanta asked doubtfully, "Don't you think this is different from the spells we learned in Transfiguration class?"

"I thought so too—but the book looks pretty solid."

Harry shook his head in annoyance and handed the book to Amanta.

Amanta just took it, looked at it, and gave it back to him.

"The author of this book is Lockhart." She pointed to Lockhart's name on the side. "He seems to have published a lot of books on household and decorative spells - but I really doubt whether those spells are useful."

"Lockhart - I wasn't even paying attention..."

Harry's eyes widened and he quickly put the book away in disgust.

"Well... now that I know the author's name, I no longer doubt my own abilities."

Listening to their discussion, Hagrid slapped his head.

"Excuse me, I think I have to go first. I forgot to make lunch for Fang, my dear, he must be starving."

He said, smiling and waving at Harry and Amanta.

After Amenta and Hagrid said goodbye, they squatted down and studied the snowman carefully.

Draco came up behind them at some point.

As soon as he came over, he shouted exaggeratedly: "What the hell is this thing you guys piled up?"

He came closer and took a closer look.

"Could it be that you are building... hippos?" he said uncertainly, "It could also be unicorns, or elephants--"

"It's Norma," Harry said unhappily.

Hearing Norma's name, Draco immediately joined their actions.

"Norma is not that ugly, look at me!"

After their efforts, they finally made the snowman into a satisfactory dragon shape.

Amanta reminded them: "Harry, Draco, let's go to Malfoy Manor tomorrow...don't forget our plan."

A full half semester passed before they finally had the chance to carry out this plan and she had to remind them.

"what's the plan?"

Draco was confused.

Harry's eyes were also a little confused, but soon he remembered something.

"Of course, the plan to save Dobby!" Harry looked at Amanda excitedly, "I thought you had forgotten..."

"How could I forget?" Amanta shrugged. "It's just that there has never been a suitable opportunity. After all, Draco is not its real master and cannot decide its freedom."

"Now... we finally have a chance to contact Lucius."

Harry scratched his head. "To be honest, we were invited by Draco's father to spend the holidays at Malfoy Manor...but we are thinking about him losing his house-elf...isn't that a bit bad?"

Amanta nodded: "Indeed, it's not very good."

"Then...what should I do?" Harry's expression was extremely conflicted, almost twisted into a knot.