Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

"Are you sure you heard it right? Do I really have a godfather?" Harry said with joy.

"Really." As soon as Amanta finished speaking, Fudge came back with the bar owner Tom.

"Room 11 is still empty, Harry, you can stay there temporarily. If Lucius takes you there later, don't run around, especially don't go to London in the Muggle world, okay?" Fudge instructed.

"Okay." Harry nodded seriously.

Fudge said happily, "That's fine, Harry. We don't want to lose you again."

He cleared his throat and picked up his striped cloak.

"Well, I have to go. I have a lot of things to do in the ministry."

"Have you found Blake's whereabouts?" Amanta asked.

Just in case, she would better ask the minister himself for information.

"Oh, no - well, still no news, but it's only a matter of time. The guards in Azkaban are never idle. This is the first time I've seen them so angry."

Fudge shuddered slightly.

"Okay, I'm leaving, goodbye."

He extended a hand and shook hands with both of them, but Harry suddenly asked in the middle of the handshake: "Um... Minister, can I ask you a favor?"

"of course can."

"That is... third-year students at Hogwarts are allowed to go to Hogsmeade on weekends as long as their parents or guardians sign the permission form, but... my aunt and uncle haven't signed it. Can you sign it for me?"

Fudge looked a little unnatural.

"No, that won't work. I'm sorry Harry, first of all I'm not your parent or guardian, and secondly...actually, I think it's best if you don't go. It's dangerous outside. Stay in school Harry. Have a good holiday."

He patted Harry on the shoulder, smiled again, and left the room.

Tom came over and looked at them with a smile.

"Please follow me, oh...Mr. Potter, where is your luggage?"

"It's here." Amanta said as she took Harry's luggage out of the Sage's Ring and handed it to Tom. Tom waved his wand and made the luggage float up.

They followed Tom up a handsome wooden staircase and came to a door with the number 11 stamped in brass. Tom unlocked it and put Harry's luggage inside.

Inside was a very comfortable-looking bed, some polished oak furniture, and a crackling fire in the fireplace.

As soon as Harry entered the room, he threw himself eagerly onto the bed with his arms opened.

"Oh my god, I want to die in my bed and sleep."

Amanta looked at Harry who had buried his head completely in the quilt and said helplessly.

"Harry, you rest here for a while. I'll go out for a walk and bring you lunch later."

"Hmmmm...Okay."

Harry's voice came vaguely from under the quilt, mixed with a bit of sleepiness.

It seemed to take only seconds for him to fall into a deep sleep.

Amanta walked out reluctantly and closed the door for him.

She walked around Diagon Alley for a long time. In addition to purchasing some necessary potion materials, she also bought textbooks and school supplies needed for the new school term. After buying almost everything she needed, she knocked on Harry's door with fragrant cheese, bread and ham.