Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

As they were talking, the Thestral had landed on the ground unknowingly and was now moving along a wide white road.

Amanta could see the two Thestrals pulling the carriage, holding their heads high and walking with graceful steps - this scene suddenly seemed inexplicably familiar to her.

She thought about it carefully.

This is what Draco looks like when he is arrogant.

"Pfft." She couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Draco looked at her strangely: "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, cough, I just remembered something funny." Amanta coughed lightly and tried to explain.

"whats the matter?"

Draco wanted to ask more questions, but the Thestral had already stopped in front of an exquisite wrought iron gate.

"We'll talk later. We're here."

Amanta said.

Dobby was already standing at the door to greet them.

"Draco, my respected little master, and his friends, Amanta and Harry, welcome."

Dobby shouted to them from the doorway.

"You don't need to take down the luggage. Dobby will deliver it to the appropriate place."

"Okay, thank you, Dobby."

In order to avoid Draco's questioning, Amanta jumped off the carriage first.

Draco and Harry jumped down after her.

"What a big garden..."

Harry was the first to sigh.

“Is that a peacock?”

Amanta pointed to a few white peacocks strutting around the courtyard.

"Yes, Miss Merlin, the master of the family loves them very much." Dobby introduced.

Then it went ahead of them.

"Please follow me."

Dobby said in a shrill voice.

Draco looked around, confused.

"Dobby, where are father and mother? Why didn't they come to pick us up?"

"Master Draco, the master of the house is busy with some things today - but he said he would come back to meet you at dinner. As for the lady, I think she is in the kitchen now. She was so excited to hear that you were going to bring your friends back, and she has started preparing for it a few days ago -"

"what?"

Draco suddenly raised his voice, startling both Amanta and Harry.

Dobby opened his big innocent eyes and said, "What's wrong, little master?"

"..." Draco's face turned blue, red and white, "Forget it... As long as she is happy."

Recalling Narcissa's cooking skills that Draco had just introduced in the carriage, Amanta looked at Harry silently, and they saw a certain degree of horror in each other's eyes.

They followed Dobby silently, through the vast lawn gardens and fountains, and arrived in front of the mansion.

A tall, blonde woman hurried toward them from the entrance of the mansion.

Her skin was startlingly white, but what attracted the most attention was her insolent beauty.

"Mother!" Draco shouted.

"You're back, Xiaolong."

The woman smiled fondly at Draco and turned back to Amanta and Harry.

"Please forgive my poor hospitality. The kitchen is quite busy... I think you must be Amanta and Harry. Xiaolong always mentioned you in his letters."

Her voice was crisp and cold, but it didn't make people feel indifferent. Instead, it revealed a hint of tenderness.

She walked towards them, shaking hands with Amanta and Harry in turn.

"Hello, Lady Narcissa."

Amanta tried to give what she considered the most polite and gentle smile.

Narcissa smiled at her, and that smile instantly reduced the aggressiveness of her beauty, making her look much gentler.

"Amanta, it's nice to meet you, you're a good kid."

After shaking hands with Harry again, she said to Draco, "Xiaolong, I still have some things to do. Can you take your friends to the restaurant first?"

"Of course, Mother."

Draco said immediately.

Narcissa turned hastily and walked in the other direction of the mansion, just as she had come.

Draco was about to say something but stopped himself. He glanced at Amanta and Harry, then took a few steps towards Narcissa's back.

"Mother, I have been away from home for a long time. I miss you very much."

He said to Narcissa's back.

Narcissa paused slightly but did not speak immediately, and her shoulders seemed to tremble up and down a few times.

Like laughing, or maybe crying.

"Xiaolong, you have grown up, I am very happy."

Without turning around, she said this hurriedly, picked up her skirt and ran down the corridor.

Draco glanced at her back again, then turned to Amanta and Harry and said, "Let's go."

"Well, Master Draco, please allow me to go back to the kitchen and continue working."

A sharp, thin sound suddenly came from under their feet, making Harry scream in fear.

"Oh! Oh! Sorry, I forgot you were still here."

Harry touched his chest, still in shock.

"It's okay. Dobby knows that Harry Potter is a kind person. Dobby knows that you didn't mean it. After all, Dobby is too short. It's normal to not be able to see Dobby and ignore him."

Dobby spread his hands, lowered his head, and his two big ears drooped.

Harry's expression was extremely apologetic: "... Dobby, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

"Sorry?" Dobby screamed immediately, "Mr. Potter, how can you say the word sorry to me? Oh! No! I mean, you are really a good person, but... Dobby is not someone you should say sorry to!"

It grabbed its ears and slapped itself hard.

"Bad Dobby, bad Dobby! Bad Dobby..."

Harry squatted down in confusion and tried frantically to grab its hand.

"Dobby! Stop it!"

It seemed that Dobby was about to start again.

Draco held his forehead and grabbed its arm: "Dobby, go to the kitchen and help!"

Dobby was pardoned. He put down his hands that were fanning his face and walked towards the direction where Narcissa left, muttering something.

"Great, the little master wants Dobby to go to the kitchen, Dobby will be there soon--"

"..." Amanta looked at the direction where Dobby was going away, and said thoughtfully, "I always feel that Dobby's life is very miserable - you haven't been abusing the house-elves all the time, have you?"

"No!" Draco denied immediately.

"Then why does Dobby always like to punish himself and dress like this?" Harry also stared at him with a resentful look.

Draco hurriedly defended himself: "Don't look at me like that! I really don't have this habit...but the house-elves, as far as I can remember, all the house-elves I've seen look like this-"

"Anyway." Amanta patted his shoulder, "From now on, the mission to rescue Dobby officially begins—"