Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

"Amanta! You're finally here!"

Amanta just saw the boy in the distance who still had messy black hair.

Harry waved his arms and called her name loudly, the joy in his round green eyes almost overflowing.

After not seeing him for a few days, the loneliness and fragility that occasionally appeared on Harry's face was almost gone, replaced by the innocence and liveliness that a man of his age should have.

Amanta was sincerely happy for him.

Of course, this happiness is also mixed with a hint of guilt.

If Harry really entered Slytherin under her persuasion, the original plot might have changed greatly.

Not to mention Voldemort and some old-fashioned wizards, they all think that he is an extremely powerful dark wizard by nature - of course this may have a great negative impact on Harry.

Secondly, under the influence of Slytherin, will Harry still be the brave and somewhat reckless little lion?

After all, a large part of the original plot's advancement was driven by Harry's bravery, even to the point of being reckless - Amanta couldn't tell whether it was partly due to the protagonist's halo, but the wizarding world obviously called this fate and luck.

Amanta silently sorted out the story lines in her mind.

If necessary, if Harry made an unexpected move, she thought she would have to... provide some guidance, not make mistakes at critical moments, and never let Voldemort make a comeback - just like Dumbledore did.

But Amanta thought she could do better - like preventing some deaths.

"...I'm a little worried. I might be the worst student in the class. After all, I didn't know anything... After all, I grew up in the Muggle world and there's so much to learn."

Harry's words brought Amanta back from her wandering mind.

Amanta subconsciously turned her head to look. Harry looked worried, and her two round green eyes were full of tears, just like two green emeralds.

"Don't worry, there are still many students from Muggle families, but their grades are also excellent. Students from wizard families probably just have a higher starting point..."

Amanta was halfway through comforting them when a proud, slow voice sounded from behind them.

"I think Hogwarts should only admit students from ancient wizarding families. Students from Muggle families don't understand the wizarding world at all... Think about it, they haven't received any education from wizarding families since they were young, and they don't even know that Hogwarts is the name of a school."

Amanta raised her eyebrows and turned to look.

For some reason, Draco wore a robe and shirt that could be considered a formal dress in her eyes, and he even used a silver intricate snake-shaped brooch to secure the collar.

But she only admired it for half a second before raising her eyebrows and shooting back at Draco.

"If that's what you believe - then why did you become friends with us? I mean, Harry and I grew up in the Muggle world, didn't we?"

Draco's pale cheeks flushed slightly, and he glanced to the side, avoiding Amanta's gaze.

"...Don't forget, the Merlin family and the Potter family are the oldest wizarding families."

"No, it's because the interests of the Malfoy family come first."

Amanta hit the nail on the head with her words.

Draco must have Lucius' permission to come here today.

If Lucius had not considered the various interests involved, he would never have allowed Draco to come to such a Muggle settlement because he hated Muggles so much.

"Befriending the Merlins and Potters may bring benefits to the Malfoys, which is why you are here."

"For the future head of the Malfoy family, interests are more important than so-called bloodline and preschool education, right?"

"..."

After hearing her words, Draco's blue-gray eyes looked a little confused, as if he had never thought about this issue before.

"Regarding that interests are more important than blood... Well, you have a point, but I think I'm making friends with you not just out of interests."

He spoke abnormally fast, lowered his head and looked at his toes, seeming a little nervous.

"In fact, I came here today without telling my father."

"What?!!"

As soon as Draco finished speaking, a sharp scream came from under their feet.

"Oh poor Dobby... If the respected master knew about this... I brought the little master out without his permission! And to the Muggle residence that he hates the most... Oh my God! Dobby is such a bad elf! What should Dobby do..."

Only then did Amanta notice that there was a short house-elf standing at Draco's feet. It had two large bat-like ears and was wearing only a gray old pillowcase.

Dobby's protruding green eyes overflowed with pitiful tears. He pounded his head to the ground frantically, crying loudly and muttering to himself.

"Dobby is a bad guy... Dobby shouldn't have sent the young master here without questioning his order..."

Amanta quickly pulled it up from the ground and grabbed its arm to stop it from torturing itself.

"It's okay Dobby, it's not your fault, and Draco won't tell anyone, right?"

"Of course, otherwise..."

Draco didn't continue talking, but just paled.

"So...well, it's nice to be friends with you, Draco." Amanta sighed and tried to give a smile that made her look understanding.

To be honest, Amanta was a little surprised by Draco's rebelliousness. In her impression, Draco always listened to his father the most.

In order to come here to meet them today, he actually chose to deceive his father.

Is this the butterfly effect?

But... maybe this is just Draco's nature.

Amanta knew that in the original world line, since Voldemort's defeat, Draco had gradually abandoned the idea of ​​pure-blood supremacy.

Draco twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a smile in response to Amanta. It was obvious that he couldn't understand why he had just said those words.

But he thought, he chose to follow his heart.

"Hey, who are you?"

"Oh~ this sir, you must be the famous Harry Potter! It's an honor, a real honor to meet you~ Mr. Potter."

"Is your name Dobby? Excuse me, but what are you... a goblin?"

"No no no, my dear Mr. Potter, I am a house-elf of the Malfoy family. My name is Dobby, yes sir, you can call me that...it's an honor."

"..."

While Amanta and Draco were still looking at each other with complicated thoughts, the two green-eyed guys were already chatting happily together.