Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

"hiss--"

Many people gasped.

Except for the Slytherin table, the people at the other three tables had wonderful expressions and different looks.

No one spoke at first, as if time had been paused. Everyone just stared at her blankly, having not yet reacted to the shout from the Sorting Hat.

Amid the enthusiastic cheers and applause from all Slytherins, they seemed to have thawed from the ice, staring at Amanta on the stage with wide eyes and whispering to each other.

"My God, Merlin and Potter were both sorted into Slytherin..."

"I guess this is the darkest class at Hogwarts, Merlin's underwear!"

"Do you think one of them could be the future Dark Lord?"

"..."

But all this was within Amanta's expectations. She put down the Sorting Hat, and only Professor McGonagall, who was standing beside her, smiled at her.

"Have a great semester, kid."

Amanta responded politely, "You too, Professor."

She walked towards the Slytherin table, and this time all the Slytherins stood up and saluted her.

Half of the people came towards Amanta and shook her hand one by one.

"Blace Zabini, a first year like you."

A brown-skinned boy held out his hand to Amanta, who recognized him as the freshman who had been sorted into Slytherin before her.

"Hello, Malcolm Baldock."

"I'm Graham Pritchard and this is Derian Poussey, I'm glad you're in Slytherin."

"Hello." Amanta responded politely, shaking hands with everyone.

When she passed by Pansy, she was sitting there with a pale face, deliberately turning her head away and not looking at her - she was the only oddball in Slytherin.

Others offered their seats to her, but Amanda politely declined, greeting them along the way as she walked towards where Draco and Harry were sitting.

"Hey! Amanta, come here! Sit here."

Harry leaned half his body out and patted the empty seat next to him eagerly.

There was another commotion at the other three long tables.

They had been watching Harry and Amanta's every move at the Slytherin table, and Harry's behavior at this time made them even more chilled.

"Potter and that Merlin seem to know each other..."

"I can't believe that I'm going to be classmates with two of the most powerful evil dark wizards in the future..."

"If you ask me, this is terrible... God, I can't say anything else. I just hope we can spend these few years safely in Hogwarts..."

A girl confided to the person next to her in despair.

"Please be quiet."

Albus Dumbledore, our dear headmaster, stood up again, wearing strange robes decorated with stars and moons and a pair of half-moon shaped glasses.

If it were in the past, he would have announced the start of the meal with a smile on his face, but his expression was a little serious at this moment.

"I think we shouldn't judge a wizard by his college, just as we shouldn't judge a wizard's ability by his origin."

Dumbledore's words hit the nail on the head, really... no one can escape.

The students from the four major colleges shut up silently, all of them seemed to be somewhat embarrassed at being exposed.

Dumbledore's majestic gaze swept across the crowd, and finally his gaze inadvertently lingered on Amanta's face for a moment.

This look startled Amanta.

The deep gaze behind the half-moon lenses seemed to be able to see into people's hearts. Her inner thoughts seemed to be exposed to the sun in an instant, clearly visible.

But no one except Amanta noticed this gaze.

Dumbledore raised his arms, his tone high, and the beaming smile returned to his face.

"Okay, no more words, this is our happiest time. Welcome everyone to start the new school year! Idiot! Twist! Crybaby! Scum! Thank you everyone!"

All the unpleasantness just now was swept away, and everyone applauded and cheered enthusiastically.

A variety of delicious food appeared on the long table, filling it up. The sweet and tempting aroma instantly filled the entire auditorium.

Lamb chops, roast potatoes, roast chicken, Yorkshire puddings...all kinds of delicious food, both named and unnamed, were placed on various plates. The bright yellow candlelight made them shiny and golden, exuding charming colors that were dazzling and mouth-watering.

Amanta cut a small piece of roast beef, while Harry had already picked up a large pork chop and put it into his mouth with one hand, and picked up a potato chip with the other hand to dip it into ketchup.

Draco frowned as he was holding his cuff with a delicate pin to prevent it from getting stained with soup.

"Didn't you eat enough on the train, Harry?"

It’s not that he can’t tolerate it, but Harry’s eating manners... are really too bad.

"Let him eat. After all, Harry has rarely had a full meal at the Dursleys'."

Amanta looked at Harry with pity and shook her head.

"Um-"

Harry obviously wanted to say something, but a large piece of greasy grilled pork chop blocked his mouth, and he could only make a few inarticulate grunts.

"Harry's dining manners are truly unmannerly. Speaking of which, do you teach this in your...orphanage?"

Draco observed Amanta's movements as she elegantly picked up the knife and fork, cutting the beef into small pieces with just the right amount of lift.

If he didn't know that she was an orphan, he would have thought that she was the eldest daughter of a pure-blood family.

"No, I learned it from a book you lent me, 'Etiquette Cultivation of Pure-Blood Families'. It has pictures and texts, and is easy to learn."

Amanta placed her knife and fork on the edge of her plate, forming a perfectly symmetrical figure eight.

She stroked her left wrist, recited a command silently, and took out the book "Etiquette Cultivation of Pure-Blood Families" from the Sage's Ring.

"Speaking of which, I've already read it and I'm giving it back to you."

"Oh, really? I think I need to lend it to Harry again."

Draco looked at Amanta suspiciously.

Amanta's behavior was so skillful that he even found it a little hard to believe.

After all, he took etiquette courses for a whole year before he could be so comfortable with it now.

A tall girl with a gleaming silver "P" badge on her chest walked up to them and raised a goblet of apple juice to toast them.

"I am Gemma Mary, the Slytherin prefect, and welcome."

Amanta, the other two, and Jima responded in turn. Jima took a sip of apple juice, leaned on the edge of the dining table, and raised the corners of his lips proudly.

"By the way, our college has won the College Cup six times in a row so far."

Gemma patted Amanta on the shoulder.

"With you guys joining this class, I think it will be easy for us to win seven consecutive championships."