Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

After everyone had eaten, desserts were served. The plates were instantly filled with all kinds of pudding ice cream, fried jam donuts, strawberry jelly, rice pudding, chocolate trifle...

Harry had been stroking his stomach and sighing, but at this moment his eyes lit up and he reached out and grabbed another treacle pancake and began to devour it.

Amanta suspected that his stomach was enchanted...it was like a bottomless pit.

"what!"

As Harry was enjoying his meal, he suddenly screamed and the syrup pancake in his hand fell to the ground.

He covered his forehead, his face full of pain.

"what happened?"

Jima was startled. She quickly put down the goblet and looked at him with concern.

Amanta and Draco each helped him up from the table.

Draco complained, "Harry, you've eaten too much, haven't you? Don't you think you'll die from eating too much?"

Harry shook his head, his voice a little weak: "No..."

He looked at the people on the podium. Amanta followed his gaze and asked, "Who did you see?"

Of course she knew why Harry's scar hurt. Every time Harry's scar hurt, it was definitely related to Voldemort, and just now was no exception.

It was 100% caused by Voldemort, who was parasitic on the back of Professor Quirrell's head.

However, if she remembered correctly, Harry didn't notice Professor Quirrell at all at that time. Instead, Snape looked at Harry, and Harry believed that Snape had done something wrong.

So, simply because he had a very bad impression of Snape, Harry blamed all the bad things that happened to Snape for the entire school year.

Snape is simply the scapegoat.

In order not to waste precious time in catching Snape doing bad things, and also to prevent our simple savior from going astray.

It seems...she still has to clear Snape of suspicion.

Amanta silently added a little more detail to the plan.

Harry pointed in a direction: "That's him, the professor who is chatting with Professor Quirrell."

Jima looked in the direction of his finger.

"Oh... the one with black hair and black robe is Professor Snape, the Potions teacher. He is also the head of our Slytherin House. Although Professor Snape looks a bit ferocious... he is actually a very good head of house."

Gemma briefly introduced Harry and then asked confusedly, "What's wrong Potter?"

Harry stroked the scar on his forehead and murmured to himself, "I don't know either, but when I looked at him just now, the scar suddenly felt like it was burning."

He swallowed, a little hesitant.

"I think it might be that the hook-nosed teacher did something. His eyes made me feel uncomfortable..."

Amanta patted Harry's head, trying to wake him up.

"Harry, Professor Snape is our head of house, how could he do anything bad to us?"

"...Amanta, you're right, but...uh, well, it might be a coincidence."

Harry was also a little uncertain. He touched his forehead and asked in confusion, "Strange, I don't feel anything now. Was it just my illusion? But just now I really..."

Amanta blinked and reminded him, "Didn't you notice that there is another person next to Professor Snape?"

"Professor Quirrell? No, it can't be him. I shook his hand in the Leaky Cauldron."

Harry shook his head, quickly rejecting the idea.

…It seems that our simple and kind-hearted Harry has no doubt about Professor Quirrell's intentions at all.

Did she... maybe, just maybe, need to scare him?

There was a strange light in Amanta's eyes, and she suddenly lowered her voice and said:

"Really? Aren't you curious about what's hidden under that huge turban?"

"Aren't you curious..."

Amanta leaned close to Harry's ear and asked mysteriously, "Why does he always look so frightened and nervous?"

Harry was frightened by her and looked at Professor Quirrell again. The more he looked, the weirder it seemed to him.

Whether it's the way he's dressed, or his hands that are shaking so much that he can't even hold a fork...it looks like he's hiding a secret, or like he's afraid of something.

Draco coughed lightly, interrupting the weird atmosphere around the two people.

"Actually... Severus Snape is my godfather." He said calmly something that shocked both Amanta and Harry.

"Huh? Why haven't I heard you mention it before?"

Amanta really didn't know about this and was quite surprised by it.

After all, this matter was never mentioned in the original plot, but given the close relationship between Lucius and Severus, it is normal to have such a relationship.

Draco sighed.

"Because... he doesn't wash his hair."

Draco said sincerely.

"..."

Amanta and Harry were both speechless.

A Potions Master was disliked just because he didn't wash his hair - oh, and it was his godson.

Well, not washing hair was indeed a little unbearable for Draco, who paid great attention to his appearance.

But isn't there someone who also -

Amanta looked up, and Draco's shiny platinum head was so dazzling that she couldn't open her eyes.

"But don't you have more oil on your head?"

"…there's a difference between not washing your hair and the style I carefully styled with hair oil!"

Draco spat out the last half of the sentence viciously, ignoring Amanta's words "Actually, I think you'd be better off without the hair oil."

Harry couldn't help asking, "So what do you think of Snape, your godfather?"

"Although I find it a little intolerable due to my personal taste, I believe in my godfather's character, Harry, don't worry."

"That's good... Oh! My pudding!"

Harry nodded and reached out to pick up a piece of jam pudding, but it disappeared just six centimeters from his fingertips.

Not only the pudding, but all the desserts on the table disappeared.

It seems that this opening ceremony has come to an end.

After the chaos, the hall became quiet again, and Dumbledore stood up from the tall golden chair again.

"Now that everyone is well fed and well drunk—"

"I have not……"

Harry grumbled quietly.

Amanta quickly poked him with her elbow because Professor Dumbledore's eyes were already sweeping over.

"I have a few more things to say. There are a few things to note this semester: first-year students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest. It is best not to cast spells in the corridors during class breaks. Recruiting Quidditch players will begin in the second week of this semester."

Amanta memorized it silently: Got it, first-year students have to go to the Forbidden Forest, perform magic in the corridors during breaks, and sign up as Quidditch players in the second week.

"Finally, I must tell my classmates that anyone who does not want to die unexpectedly should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Amanta wrote it down again: Got it, go to the corridor on the right on the fourth floor and check.

"Before everyone goes back to their dormitories, let's sing the school song together!"

Long golden lyrics flew out from Dumbledore's wand and floated high in the sky.

After everyone finished singing the school song in unison, Jima, who had just greeted them, walked to the front of the long table.

"Slytherin first years, I will take you back to the Slytherin dormitories, follow me."