Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Hagrid was so excited that he could hardly control himself. He kept blowing his nose with a napkin and his eyes were red.

"It must be that the bacon is too spicy today..."

Amanta looked at him helplessly, smiled faintly and shook her head.

Harry, Draco and Astoria behind her just walked over here when they were driven back by Snape with a gloomy face.

"The party is over." Snape said coldly.

He seemed to be in a bad mood. After he finished speaking, he lifted up his wide and silky black robe and strode towards the exit of the auditorium.

Harry and the others had originally wanted to come over to thank Hagrid, but now, under Snape's urging, they had no choice but to look back at Amance as they walked towards the exit of the hall.

As Harry walked, he turned back and shouted to Amanta: "Amanta! Let's go back first."

Then he gave Hagrid another apologetic smile.

"Hagrid! Are you free tomorrow? We'll come see you tomorrow."

"Oh... okay." Hagrid raised his head from his napkin. His messy beard and hair could not hide his good mood. He smiled naively, tidied his appearance in a hurry, and left behind Professor McGonagall.

After hearing Harry's shout, Amanta followed Harry and the others and walked behind them.

Astoria followed Draco closely. She held Draco's arm and whispered something to him very intimately.

Harry was originally walking behind Draco, but when he saw this, he looked around for a moment, then immediately stopped and waited until Amanta walked with her.

They walked out of the Great Hall together, down a staircase, and along the winding corridor. Draco and Astoria walked in front, while Harry and Amanta walked slower and slower, keeping a farther and farther distance from them.

Seeing that they had reached a suitable distance between them, Harry patted Amanta on the shoulder, and Amanta looked at him in confusion.

"I say...don't you think there's something a little weird going on between Astoria and Draco?" Harry whispered into her ear.

Amanta looked up at the intimate figures in front of her, and a sour feeling flashed across her mind.

"I think... this is probably something we have to go through." Her light golden eyelashes drooped, and the words she said were more for herself than for Harry.

She was so childish before.

She thought back to that year, her first year, the night of the Yule Ball at Malfoy Manor.

How she lost control of herself, how she rushed out of the ball, praying for a little inner peace in the snow... Even so, when Draco found her, she still hadn't figured it all out.

It doesn’t matter, she has figured some things out just now.

Now she knows how to handle relationships between friends and how to control this unreasonable possessiveness.

After all, it was her mental imbalance...

Maybe it was because she had always been alone and had nothing.

That's why I want to hold on to everything I have around me.

Harry just said in confusion: "Ah...what are you talking about? I...why don't I understand?"

"Nothing, I just think we don't have enough friends, Harry, what do you think?"

Amanta did not answer his question, but asked in return.

Harry's emerald eyes remained blank.

"I think... having you and Draco by my side is enough." He thought for a moment and answered firmly.

"What about Neville and Cedric?" Amanta was amused by him.