Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

"..."

Why did Narcissa suddenly bring up this strange topic at this time?

Amanta immediately felt her face burning.

"You misunderstood...Draco and I are just ordinary friends, and Draco has always been concerned about you."

Narcissa did not respond to her words, but continued to smile ambiguously.

"Come to think of it...Draco told me that you are also of pure-blooded origin from the Merlin family, right?"

Amanta nodded subconsciously: "Yes."

"Although you are still young,... early engagement is also the practice of many pure-blood families. Some families even arrange engagements for their children before they are born or when they are a few years old. Of course... our wise Black family and Malfoy family are against this practice. We respect everyone's own choice."

Narcissa said a lot about engagements.

Amanta gradually developed a bad premonition in her heart. Could it be that she was going to say...

She suddenly felt an itch on the soles of her shoes, and she wanted to turn around and leave Narcissa immediately.

Calm.

Calm.

She repeated it in her mind.

But when Narcissa actually said this, she was still confused -

"Perhaps we can consider a wonderful marriage between Merlin and Malfoy, two ancient families."

"What? Oh no... I think you really misunderstood. We... are really not what you think, ma'am."

Amanta stammered as she explained.

But her face seemed to be covered with flames, and her panic-stricken appearance made Narcissa more determined in her decision.

"It seems that you care about Draco too. I am really happy for Draco."

"..."

It seems like the more you describe it, the worse it gets.

She was so nervous that her palms were sweating and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

and many more……

Amanta suddenly realized something and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The topic was always being led by Narcissa.

This cannot continue.

She turned her blushing cheeks slightly away and changed the subject: "Anyway... I am very grateful to Draco and you. I really enjoyed my time at Malfoy Manor."

She praised in a slightly panicked tone, reserved but polite.

It's like she's trying to hide some kind of shyness of a young girl in love.

But Amanta's mind had gradually calmed down - she couldn't bring up what she really wanted to see right away.

This would arouse Narcissa's suspicion.

Narcissa looked like she had absolutely no doubts about her performance.

"If you like it, how about living here forever?"

She looked at Amanta's cheeks, which were red again, and apologized with a smile.

"...I'm sorry, maybe I'm too impatient - as a mother, I hope too much that Draco can meet an excellent and sincere girl as soon as possible, but of course... Malfoy Manor welcomes you, you are welcome to come and chat with me and Draco at any time."

Amanta just blushed, lowered her head, and nodded seriously.

"Thank you."

She looked too embarrassed to speak.

Narcissa was very satisfied with her performance, but Amanta was too shy to speak, and she didn't want to keep teasing her about this topic.

"Well, instead of talking about Draco, let's talk about something else," she suggested.

Amanta let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay… Lady Narcissa."

"Did you enjoy your time at Malfoy Manor? Or was there anything you were dissatisfied with?"

Narcissa changed the subject.

"Speaking of these days at Malfoy Manor... everything is really great. The guest room prepared for us is extremely comfortable and warm. Everything is decorated with a Christmas atmosphere. The daily meals and desserts are not only varied but also extremely delicious..."

Amanta mentioned it casually.

"Speaking of which, I miss your strawberry pudding - I really love the taste of it."

"Hmm...? The strawberry pudding I made?"

Narcissa suddenly frowned slightly, but when she noticed Amanta's gaze, she quickly turned the expression into confusion.

"I thought you would like my other delicacies more - I just thought that this simple food... I didn't care much about it. I didn't expect you to like it so much."

Amanta praised sincerely, "Excellent craftsmanship is reflected in the simplest food, madam, your cooking is perfect."

"Amanta, I am a little embarrassed by your compliments."

"By the way, Madam, will you make strawberry pudding in the future?" Amanta suddenly asked.

"Of course, what's the matter? Since you like it, I will definitely make it for you to try again."

"Ah... nothing, it's just that Harry has always regretted not having the strawberry pudding you made. He got up too late last time -"

Amanta spread her hands in embarrassment.

"It was so delicious that Draco and I couldn't help but eat a little more - by the time he got to the restaurant, we had accidentally finished all the pudding."

"So that's how it is..." Narcissa said gently, "It's okay, I'll make more next time, and I'll also make more specially and preserve them with a spell for you and Harry."

"Is it really possible, ma'am?"

Amanta exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course," Narcissa affirmed.

While Amanta was still chatting with Narcissa, Draco seemed to have resolved some of the issues and walked towards them.

"Amanta, thank you for your hard work in helping me take care of my mother."

Draco thanked.

"It's okay, I really enjoy being with Amanta." Narcissa smiled.

"That's good." Draco breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the Auror not far away. "Here, he wants to see you and ask you some questions about your situation. When you are done, call Harry over - although I have promised, they insist on doing things as usual."

"it is good."

Amanta nodded and walked towards the Auror.

"Name? Well, let me see... Yes, when did you and Draco meet?"

The Auror asked her some questions as usual, and it seemed that he had already asked Draco some related questions.

After Amanta answered all the questions, she called Harry over as requested.

After a long period of questioning, all people and every place in the banquet hall had undergone basic inspections.

The Aurors were filled with shock and confusion. They gathered together and whispered, exchanging the intelligence they had just obtained, but announced nothing.

A fat wizard shouted to the Aurors in fear.

"Have you found out? Where is that damn guy?"

An Auror faltered.

"This matter... is not to say that we won't do it, but, well, then, there is nothing we can say... that it must be done this way or that way. For this matter, we believe that everything depends on human effort. We can find a way, but we still have to see what the specific situation is now..."

The fat wizard was almost confused by him.

"Whether to do it or not...it depends on the situation..."

Seeing that his words had worked, the Auror immediately gained confidence.

"Right, this will be a little later. I'll tell you this when it's over, right? Don't worry. Let's take a look at it then..."

Scrimgeour interrupted his literary nonsense with a sullen look.

"I'm sorry, everyone. We haven't found out where this fugitive is yet. The only thing we are sure of is that he is in this room. We will investigate more carefully next—"

Amanta suddenly stood up.

She interrupted Scrimgeour confidently.

"No need to check anymore, I already know where he is."

"What? Amanta? What did you say? Do you know where he is?"

Beside her, Harry looked at her in shock.

The looks from other people were no exception, but they were more of disbelief, disbelief, or a feeling that she was joking.

After all, these were people who had often looked at her from time to time before, even though they had heard the rumors about her or her distinguished and legendary background.

But in their eyes, no matter what, she was just an ordinary first-year girl at Hogwarts.

Daphne mocked loudly, "Do you know who it is? Don't embarrass yourself. So many experienced Aurors couldn't see it, but you did? Do you really think you are a genius?"

Harry couldn't resist the pressure from the surroundings, so he pulled Amanta's arm and whispered, "Amanta...you should think it over carefully, don't say anything."

Scrimgeour looked at her seriously.

"Ms. Merlin, I think you have reached the age where you need to be responsible for your words and actions. I believe you know that this kind of thing is not something to be joked about."

Amanta nodded.

"Of course, I am very sure of my judgment."

"..."

Maybe it was because she looked too determined that everyone present was a little confused.

So many Aurors were mobilized and worked all night, but they didn't find anything.

And she was a girl who did nothing from beginning to end...but she kept saying that she knew where the fugitive was.

They felt openly humiliated if she was joking.

If she really knew where it was.

That was impossible—it was simply unthinkable.

Scrimgeour asked tentatively, "So Miss Merlin, where do you think... the fugitive is?"

Amanta nodded slightly, and pointed her straight, slender fingers toward the back of the crowd.

Everyone looked in the direction her finger pointed—and immediately booed collectively.

"Draco...? Are you kidding me?" Harry grumbled beside her, "Amanta, don't be silly - although Draco and I have only known each other for a few months, I promise that I know him well. It's definitely not Draco."

Daphne laughed even more viciously.

"Ahahahaha, Merlin, are you crazy? And Draco - she actually said it was you? I wonder how you feel now since you've been protecting her all day long?"

Draco was stared at by several shocked eyes.

His face suddenly turned blue and red.

"Amanta...I, you..." He spoke at a loss, as if he was in a hurry and didn't know what to say.

Amanta shook her head, but her finger remained unchanged.

"No, not Draco, Lady Narcissa."

This time everyone saw clearly the direction Amanta was pointing at - Narcissa was standing behind Draco, supporting his shoulders.

But no one ever doubted her identity.

"Among all the guests present, especially the female guests, Lady Narcissa is the only one who doesn't wear makeup. Don't you think it's strange?"

Her original explanation was to hint to everyone that, after using the Polyjuice Potion, although one's appearance could be replicated, it was impossible to copy things outside the body - such as clothing, accessories, and of course cosmetics.

Lucius suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"So that's how it is...Amanta, you misunderstood."

He said in a slow and cheerful tone, "In fact, Sissi rarely wears makeup now... Not long after the dance started today, Sissi told me that she was a little tired and wanted to go back and rest for a while."

"She came back a little later and told me that it was those damn cosmetics that clogged her pores and she felt a little suffocated and dizzy, but after removing her makeup, she felt much more relaxed."

"Of course, my Sissi, you are the most beautiful even without makeup--" He smiled and looked at Narcissa with extremely gentle eyes.

"My Sissi, she was too worried that I would be too bored at the party alone - so after taking off her makeup and feeling better, she came back to accompany me, right, Sissi?"

Narcissa had a look of grievance on her face, with tears welling up in her eyes.

When Lucius saw her tearful eyes, he felt so heartbroken that he almost broke.

"Xixi...don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one here dares to bully you."

He looked at Amanta again and his tone became colder.

"Amanta, Xixi and Xiaolong are so nice to you on weekdays, but you behave like this - are you worthy of them?"

Scrimgeour interrupted him and said, "Anyway, Lucius, please let us use the counter-spell to check."

After all, judging from what Lucius said just now.

Narcissa first returned to her room shortly after the ball began, but later returned to the ballroom.

This back and forth behavior is somewhat suspicious in itself.

Lucius had originally been against Scrimgeour's actions.

But under Scrimgeour's insistence and his promise to use only some counter-spells related to disguise or Polyjuice Potion, he finally agreed based on his belief in Narcissa.

Surrounded by a group of Aurors, Narcissa suddenly lowered her head, looked through the crowd, and smiled strangely at Amanta.

When Narcissa showed this expression.

Lucius then realized something was wrong. He raised the snake-head cane that he always carried with him and pointed it at Narcissa with a grim face.

Draco also looked at Narcissa with horror and took a few steps back.

"You...you're not..."

Narcissa sneered completely.

Her gentle expression seemed to be torn apart, and an uncontrollable sneer overflowed from her lips, gradually expanding into a hideous and terrifying face.

"Hahahahahaha..."