Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Chapter 122 The Arrival of an Uninvited Guest

The front hall of Malfoy Manor has been newly decorated.

As a temporary place to receive guests, it is not only decorated with enough Christmas atmosphere, but also looks more magnificent than usual.

The largest Christmas tree was placed in the center of the room, and it was hung with all kinds of gold-plated ribbons, magical colored candles, snowflakes, bows, and golden balls.

In addition to these decorations, the tree also has some of the little wizards' favorite snacks hanging on it, such as chocolate frogs, Bibi Multi-Flavor Beans, candy canes, licorice wands, exploding gummy bears, and slugs. There are also many small gifts under the tree, which are prepared for the children.

The frames that contained pictures of the Malfoy families' ancestors were polished to a shine, and a magic that made sparkling snowflakes float on the canvases was cast, which made the heads of the families, who were posing dignified and indifferent in the frames, occasionally sneeze a few times when the guests were not around.

After Amanta and Harry had packed up, they followed Draco to the front hall to help receive the guests that the house-elves had not had time to receive.

Among these visitors, there was an uninvited guest.

Among so many people, the only one who had a low pressure, a long face, and a dangerous aura that kept strangers away, and was wearing a pure black dress robe as if attending a funeral -

There was no need to guess, the only one was Snape, who was extremely unwilling to spend Christmas with Harry.

Draco told me that during the usual Christmas holidays, his godfather would arrive at Malfoy Manor at least a week in advance and spend at least a week of happy life with them.

During this time, he would take care of the potion supply at Malfoy Manor, check on the cultivation in the greenhouse, inquire about Draco's learning progress, and take walks and chats with Lucius, reminiscing about their school days - although they were basically Lucius' memories.

But this time, Snape didn't arrive until the afternoon of the Christmas Eve party.

It was enough to show how much he didn't want to see them during his free time during the holidays.

As soon as Snape walked out of the fireplace - he also used Floo powder to travel, he saw three people waiting near the fireplace.

—but it was obvious that he only had eyes for Harry.

"Potter, have you swapped souls with Draco? You look ridiculous now."

Snape looked at Harry's sleekly combed hair in disbelief.

Although his words were obviously sarcastic,... he felt the same way as Amanta.

Lately, sometimes when she looked at Harry's hairstyle, she would imagine another platinum-blond head.

She occasionally wondered if Harry had been cast under the Imperius Curse by Draco.

But every time she turned her head during a meal, she would see Harry wolfing down his food and would quickly dismiss this idea.

"Godfather, this is Mr. Feeney's request."

Draco said a hasty goodbye to the previous guest, walked over to Snape, and explained.

"Harry has been studying very hard lately - the etiquette that Mr. Feeney taught him, Godfather. I think you should be less harsh on him."

Mr. Finney was the tutor hired by Lucius to teach them etiquette and dancing.

But Amanta was deeply skeptical about how hard Harry worked as Draco described him to be.

For example... Mr. Finney also dined with them every day, and with Lucius's authorization, he was responsible for instructing them on dining etiquette during meals - this was a good opportunity to put his theories into practice.

But every time Harry instinctively reached out and grabbed some delicacy he couldn't wait to taste, Mr. Feeney's beard stood up in anger.

Amanta felt that Mr. Feeney's hair had begun to thin out in such a short period of time - it was obvious that Mr. Feeney was worried sick about them.

After hearing what Draco said, Snape continued to look at the bewildered Harry with gloomy eyes.

"Well, according to what my godson said, you are studying those etiquettes diligently?"

Harry nodded blankly.

With his little brain, Harry couldn't figure out why Snape always harbored such hostility towards him, even after he had shown goodwill to him time and time again.

Snape's tone and eyes gradually softened.

"Hmph... since you didn't talk back to the professor today, you seem to be less like your father."

I don't know if it's because Snape saw that the Harry today was not as similar to the James in his memory as before, or because Harry seemed more well-behaved today than before.

In short, Snape inexplicably gave them the feeling that his mood had improved.

"I hope you won't always do stupid things that make me think you are exactly like your egomaniac father."

But Snape's words were still blunt.

"..."

After finally sending Snape away, Amanta and Harry felt relieved.

Even after Harry gave him the shampoo, Snape listened to the advice and started washing his hair secretly, and even occasionally showed them a good look.

But as always, he is still one of the most difficult people to deal with.

If they were not all Slytherins, their house scores would probably have been deducted into negative numbers.

Apart from Snape, most of those from pure-blood families and the Ministry of Magic were not easy to deal with.

They had just seen off one group of guests and the next one hadn't arrived yet, so it was a leisurely time.

Harry suddenly said, "Actually, I have always had a question."

"What?" Amanta asked casually.

Harry said hesitantly, "Well, I heard that if we go to the ball... we might, probably, maybe... need a dance partner."

Amanta stroked her chin thoughtfully.

"It seems... that's the case, but Mr. Feeny never told us about it."

Harry's eyes rolled in his sockets. "Is it possible that Mr. Feeney thinks that we are just..."

"Just what?"

Before Harry could finish his words, Draco came over.

"As boys, we need to ask other girls to be our dance partners, and everyone needs a dance partner."

Harry tilted his head and asked curiously, "By the way, Draco, do you have a dance partner?"

"Not yet..." Draco replied.

Speaking of this, Draco rubbed his thumb unconsciously for a moment, looking a little nervous.

Harry immediately looked like he understood and nodded.

"I know, Draco, you've been busy and have no time to invite anyone to be your dance partner. I'm the same, but... I have a good idea."

Harry said, a weird smile on his face.

He pulled Draco aside, leaned close to Draco's ear, and told him in a very low voice: "Draco...don't you realize that there is one next to us?"

"Hmm? You mean Amanta?"

"Of course...it couldn't be anyone else but her. It's just that she's always been hanging out with us, and I sometimes forget her gender. Today, after she changed her look, I realized something - it turns out that there's such a beautiful girl around us."

"Uh, so...you want to?"

"Well, yes, I have practiced dancing with her many times at Teacher Finney's place...Draco, you may be the only one without a dance partner later...Alas, there is only one Amanta, which is really bad...It would be nice if she had a sister..."

"Harry, you didn't wipe your mouth clean after breakfast this morning." Draco said expressionlessly.

"Really?... Oops, where's my handkerchief?"

Harry frantically searched his pocket for his handkerchief.

But perhaps he was a little uncomfortable with today's clothes, and he habitually searched his trouser pockets - and then he was puzzled to find that the handkerchief was not there.

Harry patted his head and then remembered that the handkerchief was folded on his chest.

Just as Harry was struggling to find the handkerchief from his pocket.

Draco gave Harry a sly smile.

"Harry, I think you're right."

Before Harry could react, Draco walked towards Amanta.

When he walked in front of Amanta, he suddenly bent down and gave Amanta a standard British gentleman's salute.

Then Draco raised his head and looked at Amanta with his bright light gray eyes.

"Excuse me, beautiful lady, would you like to be my dancing partner?"

Amanta didn't know what Harry and Draco had just said in a sneaky way.

But the screams around her made her feel that not agreeing would be too disrespectful to Draco, the heir of the Malfoy family, who was also the host of the party.

"Yes, I do."

She extended her hand gracefully.

Draco leaned over and kissed the back of her hand.

Draco turned back to face Harry, shrugged and said, "Look, Harry, we all have partners now."

"..."

Harry finally reacted and glared at Draco fiercely.

"Draco! You just... I suddenly remembered that Dobby just put on my makeup, there's no way I didn't wipe my mouth clean!"

"First come, first served, Harry, I don't understand what you're hesitating about."

Draco smiled provocatively.

"..." Harry said in despair, "Draco, you are deliberately targeting me! You obviously have no shortage of dance partners."

"What? How do you know I don't need a dance partner?"

"I heard it all! Since this morning, I've heard some little girls discussing whether Master Malfoy has a dance partner. They also said that they didn't know which lucky girl would be his dance partner..."

Draco said leisurely: "But they didn't invite me."

Harry was so angry that his teeth almost broke.

"They are waiting for you to invite them!"

Draco shrugged.

"Well, anyway, I already have a partner."

Harry's expression now was one of utter annoyance.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have told you this..."

He had almost fallen into despair, and his complaints were getting louder and louder.

This caused several people passing by to look at him sideways.

"Well now, do I have to dance with Mr. Feeney, or do I have to dance alone...Oh my god, that would be too embarrassing."

There were already quite a few people secretly watching them, and when Harry complained loudly, they probably had already heard what he said clearly. Amanta saw several groups of people whispering.

Several girls their own age were looking at Harry, shielding their faces with their fans and whispering something behind their backs.

"Don't worry, Harry. I think you'll have a partner soon."

Amanta winked at Harry.

After all, Harry obviously underestimated his charm. After Dobby's careful dressing, his appearance was more eye-catching than the scar on his head.

Unfortunately, the slow-witted Harry didn't notice it at all and was still immersed in self-abandonment.

"Amanta, what do you mean by...you'll have a dance partner soon?"

Harry complained for a long time before he remembered what Amanta said.

"Um...it's nothing, just wait."

Amanta glanced at the small groups whispering around her.

Sure enough, not long after, a little girl walked towards them.

Amanta took a closer look.

It was the little girl with carrot earrings in her ears who smiled at Amanta in the morning.

Wait, with carrot earrings...

This seemed familiar to her.

Could it be that she is?

Amanta looked at the little girl carefully.

She looked about the same age as them, with long, slightly messy, thick hair that was extremely light in color. Her skin was also as white as moonlight, and she had a pair of silver-white pupils set in her cheeks.

Gazing at her reminded Amanta of the unicorn in the forbidden forest that night.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Harry Potter?"

The little girl walked straight up to Harry and asked lightly.

"Yes...what can I do for you?"

Faced with the sudden conversation, Harry was a little overwhelmed.

"Mr. Potter, it's like this. I heard that you don't have a dance partner for tonight's dance. It just so happens that I am also worried about this matter, so..."

She hesitated to speak.

The girl's meaning was obvious, but she couldn't invite Harry, so she was waiting for Harry to invite her.

Because according to etiquette, the invitation to a dance partner should be made by the man to the woman.

But Harry didn't know whether the sudden impact of this incident brought him surprise or joy. After listening to Luna's words, he just opened his mouth slightly and looked at Luna with wide eyes.

A silly smile appeared on his face.

There was a sudden awkwardness in the air.

Amanta kicked Harry's heel without making a sound.

"Who, who?! Who kicked me..." Harry frowned and looked back, "Amanta? Why did you kick me?"

"...Ahem, it's nothing."

Amanta coughed helplessly.

"Okay, then you pay attention."

Harry said and turned around, continuing to grin at Luna.

Amanta couldn't help it and whispered behind him: "Invite her quickly, don't be silly, the girl is waiting for your invitation."

Harry finally responded: "Oh, yes, yes... Miss, excuse me, what is your name?"

"Luna. Luna Lovegood."

Sure enough, it was just as Amanta thought.