Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

They slowly looked at the scenery outside the window. Fields and mountains flew past their feet, occasionally passing by some towns. The people on the ground were as small as ants crawling.

The three of them half-recline on the soft leather sofa and eat most of the food on the table.

Harry, on the other hand, tasted a little bit of everything.

"Considering that I might end up like Crabbe and Goyle... I decided to eat less." Harry said this, but he looked eagerly at the next plate of baked pies.

"How's it going? The breakfast made by my house-elf is pretty good, isn't it? What do you think? How does it compare to Hogwarts?"

Draco forked up a piece of chestnut pie with satisfaction, observing its tempting color, but he could no longer eat it, so he had to put it back.

Amanta took a sip of milk and scooped a spoonful of the baked beef with cheese.

"Very good, almost as good as the elves at Hogwarts..."

Hearing her words, Draco's eyes immediately became dangerous.

Amanta immediately changed her tune.

"But the breakfast at Malfoy Manor is more to my taste."

Draco regained his smug expression: "What a coincidence, I felt the same way."

After they had almost finished eating, Draco stretched out his wand and tapped the wooden board under his feet and above his head again.

Plates, dishes, bowls and spoons flew from the table into the closet like bullets. After all the things flew into the closet, the door closed with a click.

Then, the planks of floor and tabletop shortened and folded down one by one—

The sofa behind them also stood up - becoming thin and hard, and the distance between them even shortened in the blink of an eye.

After a few seconds, the place returned to the way it was when they first came in.

Harry still felt a little unsatisfied.

"I haven't finished eating yet—"

Amanta knocked his forehead helplessly.

"Don't eat too much, it's time for lunch soon."

Harry had no choice but to give up and smacked his lips resentfully, as if he was savoring the taste just now.

"Do you know how to play wizard chess?" Draco asked. "Here is a set of wizard chess. I think we can play a few games of wizard chess before we get here."

Harry asked in confusion: "Wizard chess? What is that? I've never heard of it..."

"It's a magical chess game. I've read the general rules in a book. In fact, the rules of wizard chess are the same as those of Muggle chess, except that the chess pieces are alive."

Amanta explained.

Draco glanced out the window now.

"I wanted to play a few games to kill time before arriving, but... we took too long to eat." He glanced at Harry and continued, "But it doesn't matter. We still have a long vacation and there will be opportunities later."

"Get ready, we're almost there."

Amanta and Harry immediately looked out the window.

The carriage was seen flying towards a boundless fog, which looked somewhat strange in the bright noon sun.

Needless to say, this must not be normal fog, but a fog that is cast with some magic that isolates Muggles. As a wizard's residence, there must be many spells cast here to block Muggles.

Draco introduced them: "See this fog? It not only has the function of shielding Muggles, but also has the functions of protecting against spells, preventing evil spells, preventing Apparition, prohibiting uninvited wizards from entering, etc...."

Amanta thought silently, it’s just… it must have taken a lot of effort to cast so many spells with so many functions over such a large area, and to make the Muggles automatically ignore everything here in all maps and in reality.

A dozen seconds after they entered the fog, they rushed out of the fog.

After breaking out of the fog, the scene beneath their feet gradually became clear.

Below them were vast expanses of dark green forests and neatly laid fields, as well as divided and neatly trimmed lawns. A light blue river ran through below, stretching to a place where there was no end in sight.

Harry pointed to the distance and said excitedly: "Look! I see it! Draco's house is over there!"

Amanta looked in the direction he pointed.

In the middle of a dense forest and field was a wide, neat lawn, which surrounded a carefully designed garden. In the center of the garden sat a magnificent five-story, light-colored mansion.

Looking from above, the ingenious layout and grandeur of the castle are extremely fascinating.

Draco reminded: "Don't just admire it. I know that everyone who comes to Malfoy Manor for the first time will be amazed, but you should pay more attention to your owls at this time-"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Thestral spread its wings and glided downward—towards the mansion in the middle of the lawn.

The feeling of weightlessness came over her again, but it was not like the feeling of weightlessness when riding a broom. After all, when riding a broom, she could firmly control the direction.

In a carriage, if you don't hold on to something, you will fly onto the roof - and then fall down, just like Harry just now.

Fortunately, the feeling of weightlessness during landing was better than when we just took off.

Amanta and Harry held onto the handles on the roof with lingering fear, using their legs to block their luggage and owl cage.

"I think your seats should be like those in Muggle amusement parks, with a seat belt or something like that around the waist to hold people in place."

Amanta stepped hard on the floor of the carriage to stop Bertha's cage and grabbed the handle.

"This carriage is designed to be comfortable and thoughtful, but why is there no protection at all during such a critical moment of takeoff and landing?"

She didn't quite understand.

Draco raised an eyebrow barely audible.

"Of course—there were things like this here before."

"Then why..."

Draco gave Amanta a long look.

"Ever since an attack on the Ministry of Magic, when a carriage was hit by radicals and the Thestrals died on the spot... There was a panic at the time and most of the spells in the carriage were destroyed, so the carriage fell rapidly and one of my ancestors was unfortunately strangled in two by the safety rope and died on the spot... After that."

Amanta and Harry gasped at the same time.

They couldn't even imagine this scene.

Draco continued seriously: "We canceled this design."

Amanta apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mention that."

Draco sighed.

"It's alright. After all, the dead are gone. There's no point in talking about these things. Well, on the first day of the Christmas holiday, let's talk about something happy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry pointed out the window excitedly and said, "Look! We're here!"