Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

After Amanta and the other two returned to the mansion in the Thestral carriage, Dobby led them to different bathrooms and prepared a new set of clothes for each of them.

Amanta first took a good bath to wash off the dust on her head and body.

As for the winter school uniform robe she had worn before, it was full of holes burned by Norma - she tried to repair it with a repair spell, but it was of no use.

It seems that the fire Norma spews out is a magical flame that cannot be simply repaired by spells.

She had no choice but to throw the robe into the trash.

Luckily Dobby had prepared a new set of clothes for them.

Amanta put on the complete set of shirt, vest, long skirt and dark green robe, and pinned the Malfoy family crest brooch on her chest again.

She unexpectedly discovered that this set of clothes fit her extremely well and the material was thicker than the school uniform. As a set of warm winter clothing, it was very good in both appearance and comfort.

After she changed her clothes, she opened the door and found Dobby waiting outside.

"Dear Miss Merlin, Dobby is here to inform you that the master of the house has returned. Please get ready with Mr. Potter and Master Draco and have dinner together in the dining room."

"Okay, thank you, Dobby."

Amanta replied.

Dobby informed her and then went off to do other things, and Amanta followed the route she remembered back to the door of her bedroom.

Harry and Draco were already waiting for her in the corridor.

They also changed into a new set of robes and shirts. Harry's clothes looked much more formal than his usual attire, and Draco's platinum head, which had been made dusty in the canyon just now, now regained its former shiny appearance.

"Are you all packed?"

Amanta asked.

"Of course, Amanta, you finally changed your clothes and you look really good."

Harry's expression seemed like he was sincerely praising her, but the next sentence almost broke Amanta's defense.

"There's something strange, I don't know whether I should say it or not... I always feel like you barely changed your clothes for the entire semester."

"..." Amanta glared at him, "I change every day, but all my clothes look exactly the same."

This matter cannot be blamed on her. When she left the orphanage, she found out that she only had a few identical sets of clothes when she was packing her luggage...

——So since the start of the school year, she has been changing back and forth between several identical school uniform robes.

But she remembered that this was arranged by the director of the orphanage.

All the children wear exactly the same clothes, which makes it easy for caregivers and teachers to recognize the children in the institution and also eliminates the worry that the children will become jealous of each other's dressing.

Amanta didn't mind this. After all, all the clothes were exactly the same, which saved her a lot of useless dressing time and allowed her to focus more time on studying.

Compared to Draco's one hundred days of never repeating himself, his careful research and ever-changing combinations, she was simply as plain as an old pedant who had lost his passion for life and immersed himself in the ocean of knowledge.

"Amanta, this dress looks great on you." Draco said, looking Amanta up and down. "It fits perfectly. The light gold skirt matches your hair color perfectly, and the length is also very decent."

He then glanced at Harry and said, "The same goes for Harry's. The emerald green robes really suit your eyes."

"Come to think of it...did you pick these clothes?" Amanta asked doubtfully.

Draco was so organized when talking about his outfit that she couldn't help but suspect that these clothes were not prepared at the last minute but had been prepared for them long ago.

Draco was quite proud of this.

"Of course, I personally picked them all. Can't you tell from their taste in clothing?"

Come to think of it, these clothes are somewhat similar to Draco's usual style.

It is low-key yet elegant, with bright colors but not cluttered. It can be worn in many layers, yet is completely casual.

It's just... Draco never asked them, so how did he know their sizes?

"It's very good." Amanta asked in confusion, "Draco, did you prepare it for us in advance? However, what I am most curious about is...how do you know our size?"

"Humph, is that even necessary? Based on my experience in fashion over the years, I can tell at a glance what size you should wear."

Draco raised his chin proudly.

"But I think the ball gown should still be tailor-made," he added.

"Dance?" Amanta tilted her head, a little curious, "Is there a dance on Christmas?"

She didn't expect that Malfoy Manor would hold a ball during Christmas, which made her curious and excited.

After all, she had never participated in such an occasion before.

Of course, the most important thing was that she had always been curious about it - would a bunch of Death Eaters gather at Malfoy Manor at Christmas?

No, almost all of the real diehard Death Eaters have been imprisoned in Azkaban.

Besides, it seems that Lucius has no intention of surrendering to Voldemort immediately.

Even because of the time when Draco was tortured by Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest - Lucius had already secretly intervened in the faction that opposed Voldemort.

Therefore, the most likely thing is that a bunch of pure-blood families will be invited to the ball at Malfoy Manor - most of them are probably their Slytherin classmates and their families.

It seems that this Christmas dinner should not be underestimated.

Amanta could imagine.

Many pure-blood families who came here must have wanted to take this opportunity to test their strength and get the latest news about Voldemort.

In other words, it is also a huge game.

She had a feeling that many families would place their bets at this dinner.

But...what should she do to get the biggest bargaining chip for them in this gamble?

Draco didn't think too much about it, and just said as a matter of course: "Of course, how can a Christmas dinner be without a dance? Haven't you ever attended one?"

Amanta shrugged.

"Don't even mention me being in an orphanage, Harry - what do you expect the Dursleys, who abused him, to bring him to any event?"

Draco was stunned, and a rare look of guilt appeared on his face.

"Sorry... I forgot about that."

"It's okay." Amanta and Harry said in unison.

They were used to it. After all, Draco would always be outspoken or have low emotional intelligence when he was showing off something...

Draco cleared his throat.

"Well... I think Amanta and Harry, you are not the kind of people who hold grudges. Well, in addition to the suit you are wearing, there are several more suits on the way. In addition, the ball gowns need to be custom-made."

"After all, around Christmas, in addition to the Christmas dinner, there may be many occasions that require your attendance."

"It's also to save face for the Malfoy family - to wear formal clothes to show respect to the guests," he explained.

Harry nodded in understanding.

But he pulled at the golden bow tie around his neck somewhat uneasily, as if the collar of his shirt and the bow tie were making it hard for him to breathe.

"I actually like this outfit. It looks very handsome on me, but it's a little... uncomfortable. No, I think it's too formal. I still like the sweaters and T-shirts I usually wear... even though they have faded a little after washing."

Draco immediately gave him a look of disdain.

"You mean those oversized, fat sweaters your Muggle aunt threw at you? Come on, Harry, I'd rather buy you a few new ones than have you walk around in such awful clothes in front of me every day—"

Harry protested: "Although they look a bit ugly, they are really comfortable to wear except for the occasional draft..."

Draco glanced over with disdain.

"Don't let me see them again, or I might be tempted to throw them away."

"Draco, how could you do this!"

Seeing that tension was starting to build between the two, Amanta had no choice but to act as a peacemaker as usual.

"How about this, since it's vacation now," Amanta suggested, "Why don't we go to Diagon Alley when we have time? Harry can just buy himself a few new pieces."

She said this for another reason.

She suddenly remembered her evil Philosopher's Stone.

The night before the holiday, she had just tried it and accidentally turned the walls of her entire dorm into gold, and she... hadn't even found a way to turn them back.

Fortunately, no one has entered her dormitory during this period of time, otherwise they would definitely be blinded by the wall of gold.

Amanta thought about it and decided that this was a good time.

She could try to turn a few stones into gold, and then go to Gringotts to exchange them for a few gold Galleons.

If possible, she could go to Flourish and Blotts and buy a few spell books, some potion materials for experiments, or even... some strange magic items for research.

When it came to going to Diagon Alley, Draco obviously agreed very much.

He put on a serious expression.

"We need to fix your poor taste in clothes. Let's go to Diagon Alley tomorrow and visit that store - Tofan Clothing Store."

No one would have a problem with going to Diagon Alley.

Harry thought about it and agreed with this.

……

"Thank you for taking care of Xiaolong all the time. My Xiaolong has caused you trouble."

"Has Dumbledore told you more about the Dark Lord?"

"I wonder how Draco is doing in class lately?"

"I heard from Xiaolong about your SO group. There are no Muggle-born students joining yet, right? I think it would be better to change the name to the Bloodline Alliance Mutual Aid Group. It's okay since Cedric is a half-blood... Muggle-born students want to join? Don't even think about it."

"I agree with Miss Merlin on this point. All pure-bloods should unite to increase their strength and make those Muggle-born students speechless. After all... some people are born noble."

While having dinner with Lucius and Narcissa, Lucius asked them some questions in an elegant and slow tone, or expressed his opinions, while twitching the corners of his mouth to reveal a smile.

Amanta carefully searched for the words to respond to Lucius's question.

After all, when facing Lucius, this old fox, we should be more careful.

But... Amanta always felt like she had seen Lucius' expression somewhere before.

She thought about it and soon found the answer.

Yes, it was Draco's usual smirk.

There was no doubt that Draco must have learned this from his father; tonight, the two seemed like cut and dried animals.

Perhaps it was because Lucius asked too many questions, and they were quite tricky, cold sweat gradually seeped out of Amanta's forehead.

Fortunately, at this moment, Narcissa gave Lucius a reproachful look.

"Lucius... don't ask. Draco has finally made two such good friends in school. Don't scare them away."

Lucius smiled fondly at Narcissa.

"Okay, it's all up to you."

"..."

The three of them swallowed this bite of dog food in silence.

When dinner was almost over, Lucius cleared his throat and spoke again.

"Regarding the Christmas dinner at Malfoy Manor, I think Xiaolong should have told you. There will be many people attending the dinner. In addition to my old friends and pure-blood families, there will also be many politicians from the Ministry of Magic, as well as elite masters from all walks of life in the wizarding world. There may also be a few important figures in the Muggle political world, such as the Prime Minister."

"Prime Minister?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes." Lucius looked like he was taking it for granted. "The dance after the dinner is also a highlight. I have an important question: Can you dance?"

Amanta and Harry both shook their heads.

"I suppose so, but you are both important people at the party... Even though you are still children, I think there will still be people your age who will want to dance with you."

"What should I do?" Harry immediately frowned. "I don't know how to do it. I will definitely make a fool of myself."

Lucius clapped his hands gracefully.

"Don't worry, I've already thought about this - I've hired a tutor to help you with the last minute stuff. It's just that before Christmas, you may not have much time to play with, for example, the big guy who's with you."

Obviously, the big guy Lucius was referring to must be Norma.

Draco already had an idea about Norma.

He spoke hesitantly.

"By the way, father, I think it's time to send Norma back to nature."

"Hmm?" Lucius raised an eyebrow. "I thought you wanted to keep it here forever - I even thought about how to fool those guys in the Ministry of Magic when the time comes."

"I just feel that it doesn't belong here... We forced Norma to stay here and restricted its freedom. It's desperate and angry... I don't want to see Norma like this."

"Okay, little dragon, as much as I want to tell you, this is what it's like to have a pet - but I will contact those dragon trainers and send it to Romania."

"Thank you, father." Draco looked a little guilty. "I'm sorry, I always have so many childish thoughts..."

Lucius looked at Draco, and tenderness once again appeared on his cold face.

"No, I'm relieved that you've become more mature than before."