Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The dim light penetrates the towering glass bottles and jars, casting mottled shadows in the air.

Amanta stood in front of the potion workbench, staring at the man in front of her. His unfathomable black eyes were like an abyss, hiding all his emotions without a trace.

"professor."

Amanta spoke slowly, her voice soft but with a power that could not be ignored.

"The Ravenclaw Diadem not only contains ancient magic that has long been lost in the entire wizarding world... I think the part about potions will definitely make you the best potion master of this century - no doubt about it... You just need to break the curse on it."

Snape lowered his eyes, as if trying to discern Amanta's unspoken true purpose.

He tapped the tabletop lightly with his slender fingers, as if silently reminding her that this alone was not enough to convince him.

"More importantly," Amanta gritted her teeth, "the defensive techniques and even ancient mental magic recorded in it may become the key to fighting Voldemort."

As soon as Voldemort's name came out, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Amanta looked at Harry beside her. The fragile green color danced under his glasses, flickering and crystal clear.

"We are determined to fight Voldemort, not only for the wizarding world or for ourselves, but also for Harry and his parents..."

Snape glanced at Harry in silence.

He remained silent, but his face became increasingly darker and more terrifying.

Amanta looked at Snape's expression and changed the subject cautiously, "Perhaps, even if we don't take the initiative to deal with Voldemort, Voldemort will still find us after he grows stronger. He wants to kill us - I think it's only a matter of time."

Amanta changed the subject and took every step carefully.

"Professor, maybe you don't want to get into trouble, but when the time comes, you may be able to use this to protect yourself..."

Snape raised his eyes calmly, looked at Draco and Harry standing behind her, and sneered.

"So, this is why you want me to teach the Unforgivable Curses?"

Draco nodded slightly, his expression showing a bit of nervousness, but he concealed it calmly enough.

"Professor, I think Amanta's proposal is very reasonable. We have encountered too many dangers in the past few years. Facing those troubles that come to us, Occlumency and the Unforgivable Curses can protect us to a certain extent..."

Harry added: "Occlumency is the only way we can combat the effects of Horcruxes, and the Unforgivable Curses are the simplest way we know of to destroy Horcruxes."

Since his quarrel with Draco, Harry stood on the same side with Draco for a rare moment. His voice was firm, but with a hint of urgency.

"Professor, you know very well that this is not only about us, but also about..."

The words stopped abruptly, and Snape's gaze was like a sharp blade, shattering Harry's unfinished words.

He stood up slowly, an irresistible majesty surrounding him.

"That's enough. Do you think I don't know the dangers of the crown?"

Snape's voice was low, with a hint of suppressed anger.

"There are enough curses that have no solution. The repeated superposition of multiple curses makes it impossible to break."

"And you..." His gaze stopped on Amanta, "still want to use it?"

Amanta did not flinch, but met his gaze and replied calmly and firmly: "That being said, what if the person who cast the spell dies?"