Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

"Draco, you're going to regret speaking up for her like this—"

"I will—"

Pansy's eyes were filled with tears. After seeing Draco frown and a flash of disgust in his eyes, she bit her lip and said nothing more. She turned around and ran out of the common room.

The few people around Pansy were also a little embarrassed and hurriedly walked towards the dormitory entrance at the other end of the lounge with their heads down.

The farce was over, and the Slytherin common room returned to its previous silence.

At this time, the background sounds around became clearer. The lake water whimpered and hit the window, like the vicissitudes of life roar of an old man. Waves of strange cries came from the depths of the Black Lake. It was impossible to tell what animal's voice it was. It only sounded hazy and low, distant and mysterious.

Draco finally loosened his grip on Harry's shoulders - Harry had almost lunged at him with his fists raised.

Just when everyone finished eating the melon, packed up and prepared to go back to the dormitory to sleep.

Amanta suddenly spoke and called everyone.

"Please stay, I have something to say before the Slytherins return to their dormitories."

Amanta's small figure stood in the center of the Slytherin Common Room. She looked up at the ancient silver-green tapestry on the wall. The intricate decorative pattern was embroidered with the Slytherin motto:

Slytherin will help you reach the top.

The golden embroidery thread has not faded after thousands of years, and it shines brightly on the dark green tapestry.

"May I ask you and your families why you chose to follow Voldemort?"

She asked calmly, her voice echoing in the twists and turns of the lounge walls like the cracking of clear ice.

Several senior students looked at each other, seemingly undecided as to whether or not to answer her question.

A senior girl stepped forward first, her eyes revealing a bit of fanaticism and obsession.

"He has the power we all desire—"

"He is very strong. I think that in the current wizarding world, except for Dumbledore, no one can be his enemy, not to mention that he is still so young."

A boy with long black hair looked up from his book with a cold expression.

"Our family supports his ideas about pure-bloods and the extermination of Muggles."

A boy turned pale, hesitated for a while and said timidly: "The Dark Lord threatened my family..."

"He threatened us...if we didn't choose to follow him, he would kill our entire family..." His teeth chattered and his whole body shuddered.

"He has achieved so much at such a young age, especially in the dark arts."

"He is bold and courageous. He dares to do anything and never takes the law into consideration."

……

The Slytherin students were talking at once, expressing their different thoughts and opinions.

"is it?"

Amanta interrupted their discussion, and everyone focused their attention on her again, wondering what she was planning.

"The reason most of you follow him... is because he is strong enough?"

There was a hint of contempt in her tone, which made many people a little annoyed.

After all, she was just an eleven-year-old girl, and she didn't even take the seniors and their families - or even the Dark Lord - seriously.

“No, no, no, I don’t think it’s because of this.”

Amanta's cold eyes swept over several students who were eager to refute her, and she opened her lips slightly and uttered a cruel word.

"It's because you are too weak."

"..."

The Slytherin students' faces turned pale, obviously touched by her words.

The fire in the fireplace was burning and crackling.

The firelight reflected on Amanta's face, and her pupils were like pieces of floating ice on a frozen lake.

Deep within the icy lake, something was spontaneously igniting without fire, as if it was struggling to break through all boundaries and obstacles.

It was an indescribable rage that prompted her to continue -

"It is because of your weakness that his strength is highlighted. It is because of you and your family's weakness and incompetence, whether it is ability, magic, talent, or anything else."

"You who keep claiming the glory of purebloods - let a half-blood take control of you."

Amanta sighed.

"As Slytherins, heirs of a pure-blood family, do you want to be someone's slave, follow his orders, and be willing to be a lamb to be slaughtered?

"Does Slytherin's honor depend on others and be trampled upon by them?"

Amanta walked past those who claimed to be proud to follow Voldemort, and her condemning eyes swept across their faces, as if she hated their stupidity and incompetence.

Beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, as if Amanta's words were dissecting their personalities one by one.

Their hidden nature, their secret baseness—all laid out under the blazing sun, made them collapse and tremble.

They no longer felt that the Slytherin Common Room was their home - at least now their minds were filled with the desire to escape from here.

"Do you know how the wizarding world views Slytherin and your family? They are opportunistic and opportunistic... After Voldemort lost power, they became the laughing stock of everyone."

Amanta uttered these words lightly, as if she found them ridiculous.

"You guys who keep saying that honor is above all else, is this how you fight for the honor of Slytherin?"

She stepped onto the lounge table and looked down at all of them with pride.

“Honor is earned through one’s own efforts. Only when one becomes strong can one have the right to define everything.”

"Why—why don't we become strong ourselves?"

Every word is precious and powerful.

No one in the lounge made a sound, but everyone's heart was already in turmoil.

This time everyone in the Slytherin common room was truly stunned.

They didn't expect that a freshman who had just enrolled could make such a sharp statement.

What I didn't expect was that so many of them - even their parents - didn't understand such an obvious truth.

Amanta's words were like a slap in their faces, burning but also a little sobering.

Harry and Draco stared at her blankly, as if they suddenly felt that she was a little strange.

After all, before this, they only thought that Amanta was a genius little bookworm - by the way, they had been privately worried for a long time that Amanta would be sorted into Ravenclaw.

Now it seems that it does make sense for Amanta to come to Slytherin.

However, a pale-faced boy broke the current atmosphere.

His lips trembled, and he seemed a little scared, but he still whispered:

"I can guarantee that there is no Slytherin student who works harder than my father. However, his grades are indeed a bit poor... After all, Voldemort's talent in magic is unimaginable..."