Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

After Dobby and Narcissa left, Draco led them into the mansion.

As soon as Amanta and Harry stepped into the front hall, they were surprised by the luxurious decoration inside.

This was a large entrance hall, the floor was almost entirely covered with gorgeous carpets, portraits of various Malfoy parents throughout history were hung on the walls, and above the head was a huge, magnificent chandelier.

The furniture placed against the wall is exquisitely crafted and unique, and many of them are gold-plated, which makes it obvious that they are worth a lot of money.

"Amanta, Harry, look, this is my grandfather, this is my grandpa."

Draco pointed to the portrait on the wall and introduced, "The unfortunate ancestor mentioned before is this one."

Without exception, the men in the portraits all have pale, pointed faces, platinum-blond hair, and light grey eyes, with varying degrees of arrogance on their faces.

"Unfortunately, I can't introduce you all to each one of them in detail now. We have to go to the restaurant first, but I think we still have plenty of time during this period of time."

"it is good."

Draco led them through the entrance hall and to the right through some winding corridors with huge Roman columns and Baroque windows.

If it were in the past, they would probably have been confused.

Fortunately, they were already accustomed to the maze-like corridors, constantly changing staircases and secret passages of Hogwarts, so they quickly memorized the route.

Draco seemed to see what they were thinking.

"As you can see, the way to the restaurant is so simple. It's not like Hogwarts, which always likes to leave us with a bunch of complicated problems. Of course, this may be because the security measures at Malfoy Manor are no worse than those at Hogwarts."

He spoke with a smile, obviously very satisfied with the simplicity of his own mansion.

If you turn right after entering the door, turn left at the second exit of the corridor, walk forward twenty meters, turn right again, pass through a small living room, and then go out from the second door from the left of the small living room, and go to the third door in the corridor - it can also be considered simple.

Amanta nodded reluctantly.

After all, they are now living under someone else's roof and have no choice but to bow their heads.

"Yes, I like it here. It's very convenient to get in and out."

Draco was pleasantly surprised: "I knew you would say that, Amanta."

Harry looked at them blankly, then continued to look up at a snake-shaped decoration on the roof, counting quietly: "Right... second intersection left... right..."

……

After some trouble, they finally sat down in the Malfoy's dining room.

The house-elves had already prepared seats and tableware for them.

Draco sat on one side of the long table, while Amanta and Harry sat opposite him.

The restaurant's decoration was as luxurious as ever. Amanta noticed that even much of the tableware seemed to be made of pure gold. There were many candles lit on the walls and tables, making the tableware shine brightly against the dark table.

While they were chatting, Narcissa pushed open the door of the restaurant and walked in. Amanta noticed that she had changed into a light blue dress.

Her eyes were slightly red and she looked at them with a smile.

"I'm sorry I'm late - I put a lot of thought into today's lunch. You are Xiaolong's most important friends. I hope you like it."

Narcissa clapped her hands, and in an instant, a sumptuous meal appeared in front of them.

"Thank you for your kindness, Lady Narcissa." Amanta smiled politely.

She glanced at Draco, who was sitting opposite her.

From the moment Lady Narcissa came in, Draco's expression was not right, and now he was looking at the dishes on the table with a stiff face.

But these dishes - at least in her eyes, looked surprisingly good...

At least, from the outside, it looks similar to lunch at Hogwarts.

"Excuse me..." Harry looked at Madam Narcissa expectantly, "Can we start eating now please?"

"Of course." Narcissa sat next to Draco and looked at them worriedly. "You must be exhausted after traveling so far from Hogwarts."

Harry couldn't wait to reach out to the baked meat pie on the table.

"..."Amanta did not take action like Harry, but watched Harry's movements cautiously.

Just in case - in case Lady Narcissa's craftsmanship was as Draco said.

She decided to see how Harry would react first.

Harry picked up the mince pie, a smile of happiness spreading across his face, and then he brought it to his mouth -

Amanta noticed from the corner of her eye that Draco was staring at Harry with the same nervous look.

As Harry couldn't wait to take a big bite and chewed, the expression on his face became gradually strange and his chest began to rise and fall.

Narcissa was watching Harry just as nervously.

"How is it?" she asked. "I wonder if it suits your taste. I haven't cooked for a long time."

Draco immediately glared at Harry.

Harry glanced at Draco's expression and swallowed the pie in his mouth with difficulty.

"Ma'am, the dishes you made are so delicious. I was just shocked by the taste."

He forced a smile.

"Really? That would be great."

Narcissa smiled softly.

"Actually, I don't have much to do. I can cook for you often during the time you stay at Malfoy Manor."

Hearing Narcissa's words, Draco immediately straightened up and said to her with concern: "No, Mom, your health is not good, you'd better not do these, it will tire your body."

"It's okay, Xiaolong. Lucius recently invited several famous doctors from abroad to treat me several times. Their methods are much more effective than those of the doctors at St. Mungo's. I feel much better recently."

"really?"

Draco said with slight surprise.

"Of course." Narcissa held Draco's hand in hers. "I'm really glad that the little dragon cares so much about me."

Just as Amanta was holding the fork, looking hesitantly at the roast chicken leg, cream-baked mushrooms and cheese pudding in front of her, wondering which dish might taste the most normal.

"Amanta, you should also eat more so that you can grow taller."

Narcissa smiled and looked at Amanta.

“……” She knew that she could not escape this disaster.

Amanta resigned herself to her fate and cut off a piece of turkey with her knife and put it in her mouth.

This roast turkey looks exactly like the one at Hogwarts, sizzling with oil and roasted to a glowing caramel color, but the texture is tough and dry, and the taste is not to mention greasy sweetness, and it also has a salty and fishy taste that is even a bit bitter.

In short, she began to regret it the moment she put it in her mouth.

But... this is Lady Narcissa's hard work.

What's more, I just heard from Draco that Lady Narcissa was not in good health, and it must have taken a lot of thought and effort to prepare so many delicious dishes for them.

She tried her best to suppress the urge to vomit, chewed it a few times, and then swallowed the piece of turkey into her throat.

Then, facing Draco's twitching eyebrows and eyelids beside Narcissa, she said to Narcissa, "Your cooking skills are really good. Thank you very much for making so many delicious dishes for us. But I think...it must have taken you a lot of effort to make so many delicious dishes. I heard from Draco that you are not in good health. I hope you can take care of yourself first."

Narcissa sighed slightly.

"Well, Xiaolong and Lucius have always cared about me. I believe I will get better soon."

"It's going to get better."

Draco squeezed her hand firmly.

During the meal, Narcissa asked them some questions like any ordinary, concerned parent would, such as Draco's daily situation in school, his grades, and his relationships with classmates.

But Amanta noticed something strange: Narcissa hadn't touched the cutlery during the entire lunch.

Doesn’t she think the food she cooks is delicious?

But looking at Narcissa's expression - she didn't seem to think so.

There was no need for Narcissa to deliberately cook bad food to entertain them. What's more, she seemed to be somewhat confident in her cooking skills.

She had a vague guess in her mind.

Maybe Lady Narcissa had never tasted the food she cooked, so she didn't know what it tasted like?

This would explain why these meals look extremely delicious, but their taste... has nothing to do with appearance.

After they had almost finished their lunch, dessert was served.

Compared to the main meal, the taste of the desserts is... weird.

After eating two small pieces of brown cake, Amanta's face turned slightly blue - she really couldn't eat any more, otherwise she would vomit on the spot.

Is there a spell that won't make you vomit?

She racked her brains and searched in her mind, even though she already knew the answer to this question was... no.

Fortunately, Harry finished most of the food in the end, and of course Draco also contributed a lot.

But in Amanta's opinion, Harry's face color... was almost the color of liver.

The strange thing was that Draco ate almost the same amount as usual, but his expression did not change from beginning to end. Amanta couldn't help but admire Draco secretly.

But she thought that maybe it was because Draco was used to it.

After about half an hour, this torturous time finally passed.

After almost half of the food on the table was finally eaten, Amanta covered her stomach and sighed sadly: "I'm full."

Harry immediately followed her and said anxiously: "Madam, I am full too."

Narcissa looked at them worriedly.

"Children, you eat too little. This is obviously not good for you who are in the growth and development period... I think we should wait for Lucius to come back and ask him to bring those foreign doctors to check you out."

"Thank you for your kindness, ma'am." Amanta said politely, "I'm really sorry that I can't enjoy all the food you prepared. In fact, our appetite is usually quite normal... I think it may be because we accidentally ate too much in the carriage when we came here."

She looked at the food on the table, showed a regretful expression and sighed.

Draco and Harry both looked at her with strange admiration.

Narcissa waved her hand, which was adorned with a huge emerald ring.

"It's okay, as long as you are full. There is one more thing. Dinner tonight will probably be late. Lucius said he would be back late, but he has been looking forward to seeing you."

"Okay, ma'am, we are also looking forward to meeting Uncle Lucius." Amanta smiled.

Narcissa stood up and said to Draco, "Little Dragon, the two guest rooms opposite your room have been packed. Remember to take Amanta and Harry to their rooms to pack their luggage. As for other things - you can arrange them by yourselves. I will let Dobby accompany you."

After she finished speaking, she opened a door next to the restaurant and left.

Draco stood up and waved to Amanta and Harry who were relieved.

"Okay, now I'll show you the room you're staying in, and also show you around the house."

"Okay." Amanta and Harry said in unison.

They followed Draco, once again winding their way through a series of corridors and hallways.

"Why didn't Lady Narcissa eat anything at lunch?"

Amanta suddenly asked as Draco led them up the stairs.

“Mother can’t eat normal food.”

"what?"

Draco's explanation seemed a little vague on this point.

"Mother... Mother's health is not good. As long as I can remember, she has been eating the potion meals specially prepared for her by the healer of St. Mungo's Hospital... So she probably hasn't tasted normal food for a long time."

But what Draco said was almost the same as she guessed.

It turns out that this is why the things Narcissa makes look delicious but taste extremely weird.

Since she never tasted what she cooked, she could only try her best to make it look as close to delicious food as possible.

Thinking of this, Amanta couldn't help but sigh.

"Actually, when I was very young, my mother didn't know how to cook."

Draco led them up the stairs covered with thick purple carpet, feeling somewhat nostalgic.

"At that time, my mother's condition was sometimes better and sometimes worse. She had a job at the Ministry of Magic, but my father was worried that the job would make her too tired and unable to get a good rest. So my mother had to resign at my father's strong request."

"She might be a little bored staying at home, and her father is busy outside all day, so she wants to take the initiative to do something——"

"So my mother started trying to make some delicious food for us."

Draco whispered these things to Amanta and Harry... things in his past that he had never told anyone before.

"So every time she asks you guys how you're doing... you just say, great?"

Amanta felt a little helpless.

Draco looked at her in surprise: "How did you know?"

Amanta shrugged: "...anyone with eyes can see it."

Obviously, Narcissa's cooking skills, under the indulgence and favoritism of the father and son, have become what they are today.