Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Today's gathering ended happily.

Amanta agreed with them that when they meet next time, each of them would bring the plan they thought was most appropriate - oh, of course, that was a plan to give Dobby freedom.

Harry was the first to run back in a hurry. Amanta guessed that this was because it was time for Aunt Petunia to ask Harry to make bacon and fried meat.

Amanta rubbed her hands, stretched her shoulder blades, then picked up the pile of books that was taller than her head and walked towards the bus stop.

Draco called out to her.

"Merlin's jaw! You're not planning on walking back with all those books?"

Amanta turned her head away from the pile of books and blinked her light blue eyes in confusion.

"Of course, magic is not allowed in the Muggle world."

Draco felt a little embarrassed when he looked at the book "The Dark Arts Revealed" on the top.

He was starting to worry when Amanta wasn't worried about someone leaving a book about dark magic outside so openly.

Probably out of some idea of ​​protecting the family collection of books, Draco said: "...In order to prevent you from being regarded as a psychopath by some Muggle, I will mercifully send you back."

"Thank you very much for your kindness, Master Draco."

Amanta took a look at Draco's overly slender and straight figure wrapped in his robes... Can he carry so many books? Amanta complained in her heart.

But Draco certainly didn't disappoint her.

"Dobby, get the book."

Amanta twitched her lips.

Okay, that makes sense.

Amanta and Draco kept a certain distance in silence. The two walked in front, and Dobby snapped his fingers and followed behind them invisibly.

When they reached the bus stop, Amanta stopped and told Draco that they would have to sit on the bus for another hour.

"Bus? What's that? A Muggle vehicle?"

Draco frowned, feeling disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

"Well... of course, but if you don't want to attract attention, I suggest you take off your robe first."

Draco's attire was obviously too eye-catching among the Muggles. Even without his robe, his overly luxurious shirt still made him look like a young nobleman from the Middle Ages who had traveled through time.

"impossible!"

Draco was like a cat whose tail was stepped on and its fur stood on end.

Two minutes later, Draco reluctantly took off his robes.

"Merlin's head! If dad sees me like this and I'm planning to take Muggle transportation, I think I'll be kicked out of the family tree!"

"Then...it's not too late for you to regret now. I can take these things back by myself."

Amanta is still somewhat confident in her current physical strength.

No one knew what Draco was thinking. His expression changed constantly, from white to blue, and then to white. Finally, he clenched his teeth, looking stubborn.

"Malfoy never breaks his word."

So ten minutes later, Draco Malfoy, who never broke his promise, obediently followed Amanta onto the Muggle transportation.

Amanta bought tickets for two people and found a back seat and sat down.

Draco was unwilling to sit down. He looked at the seat with disgust: "This is a Muggle seat. I won't sit there."

Amanta spread her hands: "Well, then the noble Master Draco can stand."

"..."

After Draco was nearly thrown out by a sharp turn, he sat down next to Amanta with a gloomy face.

"Muggle transportation is so unsafe," Draco complained.

Amanta propped up her chin and stared at the platinum hair of someone next to her in a trance.

Draco still looked gloomy and impatient, his pointed chin and light-colored thin lips even made him look a little mean, but when Amanta subconsciously looked at the tips of his ears, she unexpectedly discovered that the tips of his ears had turned pink.

"I can't understand why you have to come with me. Maybe, perhaps... you are really different from before?" Amanta murmured to herself.

The past she is talking about here is of course in the original world line. It was only after Draco experienced a series of events and the downfall of Voldemort that he realized the ridiculousness of some of his previous insistence.

But Draco obviously couldn't tell when exactly she was talking about "before".

"I just wanted to see...what kind of life you usually lead with Muggles. I didn't expect it to be so troublesome... Tsk, let Dobby pick you up next time."

"Thank you."

Amanta looked at him sideways, the sincerity in her eyes made her light blue pupils shine purely, like the largest gem embedded in the center of a crown.

No, it’s the morning star in the night.

Draco's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

He immediately forced himself to look out the window.

"It's just pity for the miserable life of the only orphan of the Merlin family in the Muggle world."

……

"Amanta!"

"Hey, who is this? Your friend Amanta?"

Karina had just walked out of the courtyard of the Taos Orphanage when she saw Amanta and a blond boy walking towards them.

"Hey! Karina! This is my future classmate Draco Malfoy."

Amanta pulled Draco over to Karina and introduced him.

"Oh! Your future classmates? Are they also from... that magic school?"

Karina's mouth opened wide as she looked Draco up and down, probably trying to see something different.

Amanta nodded.

"Well, I made some French baked pudding and apple pie. Amanta and your friend...Draco, do you want to come to my house to try them? I'll tell the dean later that you can come back later."

Hearing this, Draco quickly took a step back and pulled back the arm that was being pulled by Amanta.

"No, I think I have to go back..."

Draco hadn't finished his words when he suddenly remembered the pile of books that Dobby was holding. He looked at Dobby, who was nowhere to be seen at his feet, and hesitated.

If he left like this, what would happen to the pile of books for Amanta?

Seeing that he was hesitating, Karina thought that maybe she had misunderstood something.

"Come on, don't be shy, come and try it with Amanta, you can trust my cooking skills."

Carina reluctantly took Draco and Amanta to her home. There were woven brown deer on the warm velvet carpet, and the fat orange cat was lying lazily on the sofa, purring contentedly as he watched them.

Soon after, a plate of fragrant baked pudding and apple pie was served, the caramel color was mouth-watering.

Amanta lowered her head, picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.

The soft pudding melts in your mouth, sweet and warm, with a complex taste that seems to be a mixture of sunshine, fireplace and honey.

She had never had a family, not in the previous world or in this one.

She thought that for the first time in this world, she felt a little warmth, or rather... the warmth of home.