Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

"..."

Still they found out.

This is no wonder. After hiding for many years, Shanshan and Little Batty must have always been extremely vigilant.

But she was not in a hurry to look for them - since they had already realized that they might be discovered, they would definitely be more careful in the future.

Instead of trying to find any trace of them again, it would be better to go back to the dinner and look directly at Moody - after all, that's why Barty Jr. came here.

But why did Draco suddenly appear here at such a critical moment?

Amanta looked around to make sure there was no one else around, then she looked up in the direction of the restaurant.

There, light and shadow intertwined, and through the huge glazed windows, one could vaguely see some dancing figures - it was obvious that the party was not over yet.

"Draco, what are you doing here if you're not dancing at the ball?"

She looked at Draco suspiciously.

Perhaps it was because the air outside was too cold, Draco's face turned slightly red from the cold wind.

"Amanta...why did you leave suddenly just now?"

"I've already explained that there are still many girls who want to dance with you, and I shouldn't take their place. I saw it - when those girls found out that you didn't have a partner for the next dance, it was crazy."

When talking about the situation just now, Draco's expression seemed to be even worse than hers.

"Don't mention it. You have no idea how long it took me to coax them all away. In order to reject them without being too rude, I used almost all the excuses I had made up in my life - for example, I was cursed, and the people who danced with me would have pustules all over their faces the next day, and for example..."

He made a long, indignant rant in an attempt to drive the girls away.

Amanta had never expected this to happen. She chuckled and asked, "And then?"

"But they didn't believe it at all. They shouted loudly that if they could dance with me, they would dance with me tonight even if their faces were covered with pustules..."

Amanta shook her head and said helplessly: "Then I am a little curious. If you don't dance with one of them, how can they let you go?"

"Then the father came over and told the girls: 'Draco has been busy preparing for this dinner for too long. He is too tired and needs to rest. However... if it is just dancing, I think there is a more suitable candidate here.'"

Draco drawled his words in mock imitation of Lucius's speech.

"What's a 'better candidate?'"

Although Amanta asked this, she probably already had the answer in her mind.

"Well, of course, he means Godfather," Draco replied.

Sure enough...combined with the fact that Lucius specifically mentioned Snape several times today, no matter how she looked at it, she felt that...Lucius wanted to help this friend who had been single for many years find a blind date.

There was no way Lucius didn't know that Snape's heart was still with Lily.

It's just that...the dead cannot be resurrected, and after so many years, Lucius probably wants him to get out of the shadow of the past.

The starting point is always good.

"After all, the host of the dinner had spoken, and then they had no choice but to rush to Snape. Many adult women could no longer sit still, and my father also said something nearby. To sum up, it was probably... fanning the flames."

"And did Snape...dance with them?"

Amanta was curious about the answer to this question, and after a little imagination, she could hardly imagine Snape dancing.

"How could that be possible?" Draco replied quickly.

This answer made her a little disappointed. After all, if Snape danced with a woman...

Although it was not enough to make the headline of the Daily Prophet, it was enough to make the headline of the Hogwarts tabloid, Naughty Mouse - no, it was enough for them to write content for a month.

"But it's a pity that you didn't see that scene... The Godfather was surrounded by a bunch of women, and his expression was as if he had swallowed 10,000 slugs alive - colorful and changeable. I'm afraid that even if Neville blew up the potion classroom, it wouldn't be enough to make the Godfather's expression so terrifying."

Draco couldn't help laughing when he talked about this.

"But I heard those women whispering beside me that they like this type - the type that looks abstinent and cold, but is passionate about only one person..."

Amanta couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She had begun to doubt this matter - was Lucius picking on Snape, or did he really want to help Snape find a partner?

"So Draco…didn't you dance with Astoria?"

Draco rejected all the girls' invitations.

But talking about this matter made her a little confused.

She had told him very bluntly that he should ask Astoria to dance - and judging from their conversation just now, the atmosphere between them was obviously very harmonious.

From her point of view, if she didn't always occupy the position of Draco's dance partner and ask him to dance with her, but took the initiative to let them dance, Draco and Astoria would not be unhappy.

She was literally facilitating good things between them.

Draco should be thanking her.

"No, why should I dance with her? And she's just a child."

Draco explained quickly.

He looked at her cautiously.

"Amanta, did you misunderstand something?"

"No, I didn't misunderstand anything."

What she said was true.

She didn't misunderstand anything, but Draco's true love was Astoria, and this was a reality - although it was a future that had not yet happened.

She spoke calmly, but her fluttered eyelashes seemed to reveal a little of her thoughts.

Draco's attitude at this moment was almost aggressive.

He took a step forward, cornering her, staring at her without blinking.

"No, Amanta, your expression tells me that you are hiding something from me."

Amanta turned her head and looked to the other side, feeling a little embarrassed.

Maybe Draco didn't notice that he was too close to her, so she couldn't help but remind him, "Draco... noticed that you were too close to her."

"look at me."

Draco reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her face to turn around and make her look at him.

It was the first time she saw Draco being so tough, and she was stunned for a moment.

For some reason Amanta didn't push him away.

Instead, she looked at Draco's cold gray eyes and high nose bridge, and her gaze slid down to the thin and sharp peak of his lips.

Her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

As if he could see through her thoughts, Draco's eyelashes gradually drooped.

The fingers that were holding her chin moved up slightly, and his slightly cold thumb slid across the corner of her lips that were stained with lipstick, leaving an ambiguous mark on her cheek.

Draco's aura was becoming more and more dangerous.

She shuddered and pushed him away.

"Cough cough."

She coughed loudly to ease the embarrassment.

"Okay, you found me. I just thought... you two seemed to be a good match and you got along very well, so I just tried my best to make it a good thing."

In order to prevent things from developing in some weird direction, she had to hint at him with these words, trying to get him back on track.

I can’t tell what Draco’s future will be like, but can’t I say that they look like a good match?

What's more, she also felt that what she said was indeed true.

But after hearing her words, Draco remained silent for a long time.

She suppressed her increasingly strange mood and looked up to see what was going on with Draco.

Only then did Amanta realize that Draco had been lowering his head since she pushed him away, with his entire face shrouded in the shadow of the night.

Although she couldn't see Draco's expression clearly, from the atmosphere around him, Draco was obviously not happy.

But she couldn't figure out why.

Since you can’t think of it, you might as well ask boldly.

"Draco, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with what I said?"

"We are... a good match?"

Draco's voice became inexplicably cold, and no longer drawn out as usual, but light and faint.

"Amanta, why do you have such an idea?"

"I……"

Amanta was choked for a moment. She... really felt so sincerely.

But it was obvious that Draco didn't believe her.

She racked her brains to think about it.

"Well, it's about my mother's predictive ability. I can occasionally see some possible future events, such as... I seem to have seen you and Astoria getting married."

Throw in her mother's magical abilities... maybe Draco will believe it now?

Even this ability was never triggered again after she came out of the dream.

"I see... So that's how it is." Draco muttered to himself slowly, "So, you are avoiding suspicion?"

Seeing that Draco probably believed her, she no longer concealed it.

"Is such that."

Draco's expression suddenly looked a little lost.

He turned his face away slightly, lowered his eyelashes, and looked at the moonlight scattered on the ground.

There was an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

"Even so, you shouldn't...shouldn't leave me there alone."

Come to think of it, this matter was indeed her fault.

So... she left her partner behind, suddenly left, left her partner alone at the dance, and asked her partner to dance with other people -

It's really rude.

Amanta shook her head.

She didn't know why, but after dancing with Draco today, she always felt a little unclear and lost her usual rationality.

She didn't know what feeling had confused her mind at that time. A sudden feeling of confusion made her do those actions subconsciously.

Amanta apologized to Draco sincerely.

"Draco, I'm sorry I didn't consider your feelings."

"Okay, I admit that I was rude... After seeing you and Astoria having a good chat, I probably felt possessive as a friend... So I was not very happy and wanted to come out to calm down."

"As you can see, I'm a selfish guy."

She smiled bitterly.

But Draco said nothing, but stood there, seeming to be thinking about something.

After a long silence, he suddenly smiled softly.

"Amanta, the future you saw, I think... is not necessarily going to happen. It's just a possibility, isn't it?"

"…Yes, it's just a possibility."

Amanta admitted reluctantly.

The future is indeed just a possibility.

If the future could not be changed, Livia and the Flamels would not have gone to such great lengths to send her hundreds of years into the future.

After hearing her admission, Draco's expression changed subtly.

He said slowly: "Actually...Amanta, you know what? I hate anyone or anything deciding my fate."

"That's why I'm friends with you and Harry."

Amanta looked at him in surprise.

She had always thought that Draco had initially befriended her and Harry only because of his father's orders, or because of their identities.

Draco continued speaking slowly under her surprised gaze.

"Originally, I had already guessed about my life - it was nothing more than studying hard in Slytherin for seven years like my father, making friends with some great students at Hogwarts, inheriting part of the family business after graduation, marrying a girl from a pure-blood family, or using my power to get an important and leisurely position in the Ministry of Magic."

"Then you can live a life of luxury and wealth without having to work - a boring and extravagant life."

"..."

Amanta really wanted to complain.

The "boring and extravagant days" that Draco mentioned are exactly what most people in this world are pursuing, even wizards are no exception.

But Master Draco was obviously not aware of this.

He lowered his eyes slightly and stared at her face.

"But your appearance... is like letting me experience a fantastic adventure."

"I see in you... a possible different future, a future that is completely different from the original trajectory of my life."

“Although I still can’t see clearly what the future will be like.”

Amanta was slightly stunned.

This was another side of Draco that he had never shown in front of her.

On weekdays, Draco always likes to play some jokes on Harry that are harmful to others and himself. He loves fashion and dressing up, is obsessed with Quidditch and dragons, and becomes so cocky when mentioning Malfoy.

No matter how you look at him, he's just a childish little brat.

At this moment, as Draco said all this, his eyes sparkled in the darkness, as if his soul suddenly emitted a blazing light.

She couldn't help but be fascinated by it for a moment.

She could see his ambitions, his desires, his dreams, his love and hate——

These emotions echoed in his eyes at this moment, thrillingly.

And...Draco really, truly regarded her as a very important friend, not a tool to show off or a stepping stone.

But... the future that Draco was talking about, the future he couldn't see.

Amanta's eyes dimmed.

She recalled the future that Livia had shown her in her dream—the world was in flames, and the bodies of Harry and Draco lay in the ruins.

"Yes, the future or destiny can be changed."

She squeezed Draco's fingers tightly and said firmly.

She would never let this happen to them.