Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

After the two professors walked towards the teaching seats one after another, the group of students who had gathered in a large circle to watch the fun dispersed and returned to the long tables of their own colleges.

After Amanta and Draco sat at the dining table and waited for a while, they saw Harry use his hands to push away Goyle, who was as strong as a mountain and was blocking the way in front of him, and tried hard to squeeze through the gap in the crowd.

"Hey! Where did you guys go?"

Harry craned his head and shouted at them.

Draco's grey eyes rolled slightly.

"You walked so fast, we thought you and Neville had already arrived, so we came here first, right, Amanta?"

Amanta tried hard to suppress the upward curve of her mouth: "Yes, Harry, where have you been? Why are you here only now?"

"What? Didn't you see it just now?" Harry looked back and forth between them in confusion. He muttered softly, "It's impossible... there were so many people just now..."

"See what?" Draco asked puzzled.

"It's true that there were a lot of people gathered together just now, but there were too many people and we couldn't see clearly what was happening inside, so we came here first," Amanta added.

"Okay..." The naive Harry had been convinced by them. He squeezed over and sat down on the right side of Draco. "It's just that... Snape just wanted to embarrass me with the fainting incident on the train, but the professor who saved us on the train helped me out."

He said with lingering fear: "Is there a grudge between them? I always feel that the expression on Snape's face is so wrong since he saw Professor Lupin."

Of course, Amanta and Draco already knew all of what he said, but now they had to pretend that they knew it for the first time.

"Oh..." Amanta looked towards the professor's seat thoughtfully.

At this time, Snape's expression was strange, with one eyebrow twisted. He listened to Lupin with his face slightly tilted, while Lupin was showing a somewhat bitter smile, his mouth moving constantly, as if he was saying something.

“I really want to know what they are talking about.”

As she spoke, Professor Flitwick walked in carrying a shabby old hat and a three-legged stool.

Harry had almost recovered from the influence of the Dementors at this point, and he immediately turned around and craned his neck to look at the group of freshmen.

"The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin! I really want to know who will join Slytherin this year."

He just glanced back and forth a few times, then poked Draco's shoulder excitedly with his finger.

"Draco, look! Isn't that who?"

Although Draco was somewhat offended by Harry's rude behavior, he still raised his head with a little impatience and looked in the direction Harry pointed.

"Hmm? Astoria..." He was startled when he saw the girl with long light blonde hair in the freshman team. "Looking at it, it seems like she should be able to enroll this year."

Amanta's face darkened slightly. She silently glanced at the outstanding blonde girl in the team and took a sip of the celery juice in front of her.

She wasn't too worried now.

Anyway...what is supposed to come will always come.

Harry's eyes moved between the Slytherin table and the line of first years.

"I remember... it was Daphne's little sister? I didn't expect her to start school so soon, but I think she is completely different from her sister... I hope she won't let me down."

After Daphne re-enrolled last year, she had caused them a lot of trouble throughout her second year. Whenever Harry mentioned Daphne, he couldn't help but secretly rolled his eyes at the girl at the other end of the long table.