Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

From their reactions, it was clear that the guests also realized something was wrong.

"what!"

Several people couldn't help but scream and ran away in all directions. Many people also retreated in fear, and the banquet hall became chaotic in an instant.

But the banquet hall was under a spell that prohibited entry and exit.

They couldn't really run away, they could only avoid "Narcissa" from a distance, or find a shelter to hide, leaving a blank space around "Narcissa".

The Aurors quickly formed a formation, surrounded "Narcissa", and pointed their wands at her.

"Stop resisting in vain!"

"Narcissa" saw this and grabbed Draco's shoulders.

"Don't move!" she warned fiercely.

Draco looked at Lucius with a pale face. Lucius was extremely nervous and pointed his scepter at "Narcissa".

"Anyway, let Draco go, okay? He's just a kid..."

The Aurors surrounded "Narcissa".

But "Narcissa" - or it would be more accurate to call her "Little Barty" at this time. After Little Barty laughed twistedly, his face gradually returned to calm.

"How did you tell?"

He looked past the Aurors and at Amanta, who was still standing there after the crowd had retreated.

"Of course - in addition to the two possibilities guessed by the Aurors just now, there is another thing that everyone has been ignoring. It may also be because the Ministry of Magic dare not speculate on this."

Amanta said calmly, "As a member of the Malfoy family and the host of the banquet, my name will certainly not appear in the guest list, so...if there are any extra people, then the Malfoy family will never be included in the list, nor will they be included in the number of guests."

"But you took Narcissa's place - so there is naturally one more name here, but the number of people has not changed at all."

"Now it seems that when you entered the mansion, you might have run into Narcissa who came out to get some fresh air or wanted to go back to her room to rest... So you knocked her out and hid her somewhere, and then used the Polyjuice Potion to transform into her appearance."

Amanta stated her speculation.

During this time, Lucius shouted from behind many times: "Sissi... I want to go find Sissi! Don't stop me, you can't ignore Sissi's safety!"

Finally they had to send an Auror to search the area for Lady Narcissa.

Little Barty narrowed his eyes, seeming to find it interesting.

"Smart, but... I didn't expect that what I just said didn't confuse your vision."

Amanta directly asked back: "Of course... I just realized your identity from this conversation with you. Didn't you find out anything yourself?"

Little Barty is a smart guy.

After she said that, he must have been able to guess it more or less.

"No wonder..." He said thoughtfully, "No wonder I always felt that the conversation between you and me just now was a little strange. When did Narcissa learn to cook?"

"I never knew that young masters and young ladies from pure-blood families like us actually cook by ourselves - these are jobs that only lowly house-elves would do. I thought Narcissa had changed and really learned how to cook... Humph, I was just following your words."

He muttered with a gloomy expression: "You really can't be underestimated - I didn't expect you to have started to doubt me so early."

"What you just said is not true." Amanta shook her head again. "Narcissa really didn't know how to cook before. She learned to cook after she resigned from the Ministry of Magic."

At that time, Barty the Younger was either in Azkaban or under house arrest by Barty the Older, so of course he wouldn't know about such things.

"I discovered your identity during the conversation about strawberry pudding. Harry only ate two pieces and fainted on the table. The real Lady Narcissa and Mr. Lucius were so frightened that they almost thought Harry had some kind of illness. There was no such thing as Harry getting up too late and not having any strawberry pudding."

"But only Narcissa, who really lived with us during this period of time, would know these things. Moreover, this incident must have left a deep impression on Lady Narcissa, so she would never forget it in such a short time."

If little Barty hadn't revealed his flaws, she wouldn't have made such a bold attempt.

Otherwise, if it was the real Narcissa, people would probably think that her memory or brain was not very good.

But after this conversation with him, she could be truly certain of one thing - the person in front of her was definitely not Narcissa, but an impostor.

"I see...I should have chased you away a long time ago."

Barty Jr. seemed unwilling to admit his failure. He did not continue the topic and instead put the tip of his wand against Draco's throat.

Draco stood on tiptoe in horror, his eyes darting around pleadingly.

Lucius nervously put down the scepter and tried to comfort Barty Jr.

He stretched out his arms, trying to suppress little Barty's emotions, and begged, "Can you please talk about it in a nice way? Draco is just a child - please don't do it."

Barty Jr. just smiled twistedly: "Traitor Malfoy family, this is your retribution -"

"This is the fate of betraying Lord Voldemort. It's a pity that I was in such a hurry just now that I couldn't torture your beloved wife properly."

"What did you say? What did you do to Narcissa?"

Lucius had completely ignored the betrayal of Voldemort in his remarks, and he flew into a rage when he heard the subject of Narcissa.

Everyone, including Draco, was stunned. They had never seen Lucius so angry. In their impression, Lucius was always arrogant, cold, and smooth. He was gentle and polite to the friends he wanted to make.

"Nothing—can you believe it?"

Barty Jr. sneered and pressed the tip of his wand hard against Draco's neck, leaving a red mark on his neck.

Draco looked even more nervous.

He was so scared that he didn't even dare to make a sound, and was forced to raise his head and look to Lucius for help.

Lucius was angry but dared not say anything at this moment.

He glared at little Andy, and his hand holding the scepter tightened slightly - his wand was inside it. He wanted to cast a dark magic, but was afraid of hurting Draco.

"Battie, put down your wand. You can wait until you go to court to make any excuses." Scrimgeour said majestically, pointing his wand at little Barty.

Hearing the name, the previously panicked group of guests began to whisper again.

"Bati? If I heard correctly...his name is Batty, right?"

"I only heard that the director of our Department of International Magical Cooperation is called Barty."

"Don't you know? His son is also named Batty."

"He has a son?"

"Of course he did. He once had a wife, but I heard that...she died of illness many years ago. His son is a Death Eater, one of the people who participated in torturing Longbottom back then—"

"When this incident was exposed, it caused a huge uproar. Old Barty sent his own son to Azkaban himself. But I think this is reasonable. After all, everyone has some selfish motives."

"I think you're overthinking it. It could be a coincidence... I heard that his body had already been buried, and it was sent away by the Ministry of Magic themselves."

Scrimgeour's deep voice rose above the din of discussion.

"If you do anything to Draco, I swear, my spell will hit you in the next second, or... do you want to go back to Azkaban and receive a Dementor's kiss?"

When the Dementor's kiss was mentioned, Barty Jr.'s face turned pale.

His already sickly and twisted expression looked even uglier now.

"I'd rather die than go back to that damn place!"

He stabbed Draco's neck with his wand as if to vent his anger. Draco gurgled in pain from his throat, and Lucius's face twisted in pain.

But Lucius's expression obviously made little Barty even more excited. His light brown eyes, like his father's, were filled with the joy of revenge.

Among the people present, Fudge was probably the only one who was extremely happy, except for little Barty.

But Lucius was still there, so he didn't dare to act too proud.

"Damned old Barty...he was so proud just now. Humph, I wanted to discuss it with him, but since he shows no mercy, I won't be polite either - no wonder every time I go to old Barty's house to find him for something, he always seems to be secretive and sometimes even drives me out in annoyance." Fudge muttered softly to the side.

Old Batty's face turned pale and he remained silent.

When Fudge loudly suggested that Barty Jr.'s biological father, Barty Sr., should persuade Barty Jr., Barty Sr. said simply, "I don't have such a son. He is not worthy of being my son."

Before old Batty could finish his words, young Batty spoke louder than old Batty could.

"Shut up! I don't even have a father like you. The thing I regret most in my life is that I couldn't choose my biological father. I feel sick to be born by a cold-blooded monster like you!"

Mentioning his father seemed to make him feel extremely angry.

"Really? Then whose son do you want to be?"

Old Batty sneered indifferently.

Little Barty seemed not to hear the sarcasm in his words. Instead, he showed a faint smile, as if he had become a different person. He said with pride and joy, "Of course, it is ordered by my beloved Voldemort."

Little Batty took the initiative to mention the name, which immediately made everyone present gasp.

He actually dared to say the name directly.

This is unique among the Death Eaters. He is probably the only Death Eater who dares to call Voldemort by his name.

Considering what he said...

He may really regard Voldemort as his father.

Even Voldemort himself probably never imagined that he had such loyal followers.

In addition, their conversation confirmed what some of them had previously guessed.

It turns out that this person is indeed the biological son of Old Barty, the current director of the International Magical Cooperation Department.

But before they saw little Batty's true face, they still couldn't believe it.

How could someone escape from Azkaban without making any noise and hide for so long without making any noise? And...what about the body that was carried out from the Ministry of Magic at that time?

Holding Draco in his hand, little Barty felt relaxed. After all, few people present dared to offend Lucius.

Even if he dared to offend Lucius, he would not dare to risk Draco's life.

"You want me to release Draco? Then you... Moody, tell me, you must know a lot about my dearest master, Voldemort?"

Little Barty looked at Moody leisurely as he stood among the Aurors.

Moody snorted gruffly through his nose.

"no way."

Little Barty curled his lips and settled for the next best thing.

"Well, if you want Draco, you can also meet another request of mine."

"How about letting her, Amanta Merlin, be exchanged for your son?"

Little Barty looked at Lucius proudly, stretched out his chin, and pointed at Amanta with his chin.

"This one-to-one exchange is a good deal, right? One is your son, and the other is just his friend. He has nothing to do with you, the Malfoy family—"

After hearing what little Barty said, Lucius couldn't help but glance at Amanta beside him, then looked at his son with his eyelashes drooping as if he was thinking about something.

Draco suddenly found courage from nowhere. He struggled and shouted at Lucius: "Father, no!"

"It's okay, Mr. Lucius, let me go."

Amanta suddenly said lightly.

Lucius looked at her with an apologetic look.

"That's not what I meant... Miss Merlin."

"It's ok."

Amanta shook her head calmly. She had already thought of a solution.

She slowly walked towards Little Barty, smiled at him, and said slowly in a seductive tone:

"You want me to trade for Draco, that's not going to work."

"But... I can tell you something you want to know. Seeing that you are so loyal to Voldemort, I will use this matter to exchange with you for Draco - I know where Voldemort is now. Do you want to know the location?"

Because he was too eager to know the news about Voldemort, Barty Jr. was always willing to take risks. For example, Barty Jr.'s sudden intrusion tonight was extremely reckless.

"Really? Lord Voldemort still -"

Little Barty, who was slightly confused by her smile, asked impatiently.

At the same time, he unconsciously relaxed for a moment, for half a second.

Just as she expected, the mere mention of Voldemort could temporarily distract little Barty.

That’s it!

For a moment——

Amanta silently chanted the disarming spell for a moment.

"Expelliarmus."

Little Barty was caught off guard and hit by her wandless magic.

The wand in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"It's a pity that you don't have the chance now." Amanta said.