Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

"But who told us to promise to set Dobby free?"

Amanta raised an eyebrow.

"Could it be that you want to break the contract?"

Harry waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no...that's not what I meant. I just feel a little sorry for Uncle Lucius."

"Then are you going to let Dobby down? Dobby has been waiting for his freedom for who knows how many years... To be honest, Harry, Malfoy Manor has a bunch of house-elves, and they don't need this one."

Amanta patted Harry on the head.

"Don't forget, Draco can also pay it for its work. This way Dobby doesn't have to worry about losing his job, and Draco doesn't have to worry about losing the house-elf that has always been with him."

Draco nodded: "To be honest... this is not bad, and I'm always worried that Dobby will tell father something about me."

Amanta winked at Draco.

"Not only that, there is one more thing... I checked the school rules and there are no regulations regarding house-elves. This means that house-elves can enter and leave Hogwarts freely."

Draco's eyes lit up.

"That……"

Draco glanced around to make sure no one was nearby eavesdropping on their conversation.

"So, we can just buy whatever we want and have Dobby bring it back directly?"

Amanta told him something that surprised him even more.

She said mysteriously, "Although Hogwarts has cast an anti-Apparition spell, this rule does not apply to magical creatures and house-elves. In other words, house-elves can Apparate at will in Hogwarts."

"In theory, the house elves can even take us to Apparition..."

"As long as we don't get discovered, we can go wherever we want."

She added.

With the powerful magic of Dobby, a house-elf, it would surely be extremely convenient for them to do anything they want in the future.

But for now, temporarily... the best use she could think of for Dobby was -

Maybe it'd be bringing them some Butterbeer or some new Honeydukes stuff, or buying them some new quills and robes from Diagon Alley.

"I hope my father won't get angry..."

Draco finally said heavily.

Amanta patted his shoulder.

"... just in case." She suggested, "Let's implement this plan in the last few days. Otherwise... if it's discovered that we did it, I'm afraid Harry and I will have to walk back to London in the cold wind in Wales."

Harry shuddered. "That's too bad."

……

This would probably be their last dinner at Hogwarts this year.

"Honestly, I kind of want to stay for Christmas."

Harry looked at the bowl of cheese mashed potatoes in front of him with salivating eyes. It was covered with a thick layer of yellow cheese and exuded a strong and tangy aroma.

Draco snorted through his nose, somewhat unconvinced.

"Well... I guarantee that the Christmas dinner at Malfoy Manor will be beyond your imagination."

Harry immediately asked, "What? Even fancier than the Hogwarts dinner?"

"of course."

Draco looked proud.

Amanta had already unceremoniously broken off a turkey drumstick.

"I haven't asked yet. How are we going to get there tomorrow?"

Draco said mysteriously: "You will know when the time comes."

……

After Amanta packed the last set of quills and parchment into her suitcase, she lay down on the bed, panting.

"Huh... I've finally packed my luggage for tomorrow."

The fire in the fireplace burned warmly, casting a soft, warm glow on the silver bedposts.

This dormitory is no longer as gloomy and monotonous as it was when she first came here. Instead, it has added many traces of the interest of life.

Looking to her left, Bertha's cage was placed on the desk. On the wall behind the desk were the daily lessons and reading plans, which were densely covered with lines. On the shelf next to the desk, letters from Dean Ossena and Karina were neatly collected.

On the bedside table to her right was the magic herb given by Neville. On the windowsill behind the bedside table was a brass telescope. In the potion cabinet not far away were some commonly used potion materials and a few doses of Buffer's Brain Refresher.

Amanta lay on the bed, bored, using the Transfiguration Charm to twist a silver vine wrapped around the bedpost into the shape she wanted.

The bedroom's stone walls, stone fireplace, four-poster bed, and other furniture... were almost covered with all kinds of patterns carved by her using Transfiguration, including small snakes, vines, flowers, the sun and the moon, and water patterns...

There are many styles, but the overall look is a bit monotonous.

Is it because... they are still rough stones in essence?

And there is no change in color at all.

She suddenly remembered the Philosopher's Stone which was said to be able to turn stone into gold and create the elixir of life.

All this time, the stone had been gathering dust in a corner of the Sage's Ring, and she had never opened its package.

Amanta took a deep breath and told herself that Voldemort could never be here.

She took the small gray package out of the Sage's Ring.

She carefully opened the inconspicuous cloth, and a bright red stone rolled out.

Amanta immediately picked up the bright red stone and saw many densely packed small characters mysteriously engraved on the stone, which could only be seen clearly with a magnifying glass.

As she held the stone, a look of confusion appeared on her face for a moment.

Although the Flamels and Dumbledore gave her the Philosopher's Stone, they did not tell her how to use it...

To turn stone into gold, is it just... a matter of touching it?

Anyway, give it a try.

She picked up the stone, walked to the wall, and carefully touched it against the wall.

The place where the stone touched suddenly turned into bright golden color, and then a dazzling golden light spread out from this point to the surrounding area.

The spread was so fast that in an instant, Amanta's dormitory was completely changed.

"..."

Amanta stood in front of the wall in a daze, looking at her dazzling golden wall...

The magic stone's ability to turn everything into gold is indeed real, and you don't even need to chant any spells.

only……

She wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Very good, it is indeed not monotonous anymore.

Her entire bedroom is even more magnificent than a palace...

Her aesthetic taste is like that of a nouveau riche. If anyone entered her dormitory, they would be so shocked that they would be speechless.

She tried it again and discovered something.

It's true that the Philosopher's Stone can turn stone into gold... but it seems there's no way to turn gold back into gold.

She wasn't going to spend the remaining six and a half years in this room filled with so much golden light that it almost blinded her eyes.

Amanta lay on the bed in despair and closed her eyes.

I'm afraid the Flamels never thought that after they gave the Philosopher's Stone to Amanta, the first thing Amanta did with it was to turn the stone wall into gold...