Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The night was deep, and the water on the shore of Black Lake was rippling, glowing silvery in the pale moonlight.

The ancient castle of Hogwarts is like a sleeping beast, standing quietly in the darkness, and in a secret corner deep in the castle, an unknown scene is hidden at this moment.

The candlelight in the abandoned classroom flickered, and Julius Hoffmann's figure was projected on the wall, blurry and tall.

He stood in the center of the podium, his obsidian-like eyes sweeping across the audience with a leisurely and calm demeanor. The smile at the corner of his lips was as sharp as a knife, elegant yet revealing an indescribable danger.

"Today, I will teach you some special magic."

His voice was low and the words flowed slowly in the air, like some kind of hypnotic spell.

A group of lower grade students sitting in the audience looked up, their expressions excited yet a little hesitant.

They had never seen such a charming professor - no, it should be said that he was a third-year senior, but his elegant temperament and precise wording exuded an irresistible attraction.

Julius raised his hand gently in a soothing gesture.

"This kind of magic can allow you to tap your potential more deeply," he said, his voice without any emotion, but his eyes seemed to penetrate everyone's soul, "However, before we start - I have a little private research that needs your help."

His eyes moved across the faces in the audience.

"It only takes a drop of blood from each person."

As soon as these words were spoken, the originally restless students became even more active, with whispers rising and falling.

Someone asked curiously, "Blood? Could it be... some kind of research on black magic?"

"dark magic?"

Julius couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

He said calmly, "This is just a normal study, just to better understand the magical qualities of each of you."

He spoke in a nonchalant tone, as if this was just an ordinary game.

A girl sitting in the back row couldn't help but raise her hand and asked in a low voice: "Senior, is this useful?"

Julius looked at her, his eyes as gentle as a tranquil lake.

"Of course it is useful. For example... it can allow me to better understand the magical characteristics of each of you, so as to tailor a guidance method for you."

"Don't worry, there's no danger."

His tone was gentle, even soothing, which made people let down their guard.

Julius' words and demeanor were extremely persuasive, and he quickly gained the trust of most of the younger students.

However, in the shadow in the corner of the classroom, there was a person who remained unmoved.

Amanta leaned against the door frame, her arms folded across her chest, watching all this coldly. Her expression was calm, but her light blue pupils concealed a hint of vigilance.

"What on earth is this guy planning?" Amanta thought to herself, frowning slightly.

Julius's "course" felt wrong to her from the beginning.

His elegant aristocratic temperament, extraordinary intelligence, and strangely perfect social skills all seem like a carefully designed trap.

When Julius first transferred from Durmstrang, she had some contact with him. However, at that time, Julius was indifferent and withdrawn, unwilling to cooperate with others, and it could even be said that he had a somewhat strange temper.

Julius, now known as the "reliable senior", seemed to have put on a perfect disguised shell for himself.

It was so perfect, as perfect as if it was a chess piece carefully designed for some conspiracy.

Beneath this perfectly disguised shell, perhaps there are some ulterior motives.

Julius slowly walked to each student, bent down gracefully, and handed the small glass container containing the silver needle into their hands.

His movements were smooth and his tone was always gentle, as if he was coaxing a child.

However, when his gaze turned to Amanta, a fleeting chill flashed in those abyss-like eyes.

"Miss Merlin," he said with a faint smile on his lips, "It's your turn now. One drop of blood won't hurt much."

Amanta sneered, slowly stepped forward, and looked him straight in the eyes. "Julius, I don't think you need my blood."

"After all, my grades have long surpassed all of your peers. Do you think there is anything you can 'guide' me with?"

Her tone was calm but sharp, like a sharp blade.

The lower grade students held their breath for a moment, watching this invisible confrontation nervously.

Julius did not respond immediately.

He stared at Amanta, a hint of annoyance appeared on his pale face, and his black pupils were filled with scrutiny and coldness.

His voice became even deeper, like a slowly flowing deep spring.

"Ms. Amanta, why don't you try to look at things from a developmental perspective?"

"Maybe I'm not qualified to teach you right now, but I believe that one day in the future, you will need me - just like I need you now."

He smiled softly.

"I hope you can come and take my course again by then."

His answer was neither humble nor arrogant, but it contained a hint of threat.

Amanta narrowed her eyes, feeling that the other person's smile was both dangerous and cunning.

"Really? Then I'll wait and see."

She raised her chin slightly, gave a provocative smile, then turned and walked back to her seat.

Julius stared at her back, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, perhaps anger, or perhaps some kind of excitement.

The lesson continued, with Julius teaching several seemingly harmless spells for short-term benefits, such as temporarily hardening the skin, or enhancing hearing, or even extending one's arms.

He seemed to have his own unique insights into spells, and the techniques he taught enabled lower grade students to quickly and easily master these spells.

However, Amanta did not let down her guard, she was always observing everything quietly.

She felt that every word and every action of Julius seemed to be hiding something, and her intuition told her that this Julius was definitely not a simple transfer student.

After the class was over, the students left one after another and the classroom soon became quiet. Amanta was about to leave when she was stopped by a voice from behind.

"Miss Merlin." Julius' voice was like a whisper in the dark night, low but with a hint of unquestionable power.

She stopped and looked back at Julius standing on the podium.

"Why are you here?" He walked down the stairs slowly, his steps elegant and steady. "You are so outstanding, it seems unnecessary for you to take my course."

Amanta smiled slightly, but there was no smile in her eyes.

"Nothing, maybe I just want to see what's so special about your 'course'."

Julius walked up to her, close to her, he looked down at her, his dark pupils as deep as the bottomless abyss.

"Is that really the case?" His voice was as low as a breeze, but full of oppression. "Or, what are you worried about?"

Amanta raised her head and looked at him fearlessly.

"Worried?" She sneered. "You think too highly of yourself, Hoffman."

Julius stared into her eyes, a faint smile on his lips.

"Really?" He leaned slightly closer to Amanta, his deep eyes seemed to suck her in, "But you're standing here because I caught your attention, right?"

Amanta did not retreat, and even took the initiative to meet his gaze.

She smiled coldly, her tone as cold as frost: "Don't be so self-indulgent, Hoffman, your tricks are just some boring tricks, they can't scare me."

Julius' smile paused for a moment, but soon returned to its elegant and calm state.

"Boring trick? How funny."

He laughed softly, and the low sound was like thunder in the dark night, shaking people's hearts.

He lowered his head, his voice low and with a hint of oppression: "Miss Merlin, why don't you tell me - are you really not afraid of me at all?"

Amanta raised her eyebrows slightly and lifted her chin slightly.

Her tone was calm, but her eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Afraid of you? Hoffman, I'm just afraid of wasting time."

Julius straightened up and looked at her with a half-smile.

"Amanta, I think you know better than anyone that Hogwarts is not a safe castle - and I am by no means an ordinary person."

Amanta's brow twitched slightly, but her expression remained calm.

"Really? Then you want to tell me what kind of person you are?"

Julius looked down at her, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"I am the one who is staring into the abyss, willing to let it swallow me, and you, Amanta, you are standing on the edge of the abyss."

His tone was filled with an irresistible temptation that made people's heart beat faster. However, Amanta looked back at his eyes coldly, unmoved at all.

"No matter how much you say, it won't change anything." She said coldly, with calmness and vigilance in her eyes, "Hoffman, I advise you not to try to confuse me with these sweet words, otherwise-"

"What else?" Julius lowered his voice a little, with a faint smile, "Will you use a spell of justice to expel me? Or will you be my enemy at all costs?"

Amanta raised her chin and said coldly: "If you are the enemy of Hogwarts, you are my enemy. If you really dare to touch my bottom line, I will not show mercy."

Julius stared at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

He took a step back and spread his hands, his posture calm and elegant.

"You're so funny, Amanta." His voice sounded like a laugh, but also like a sigh. "It seems that our story has just begun."

After that, he turned and left.

The candlelight flickered, leaving only a thin figure disappearing into the dark corridor.

-

Late at night, Amanta lay on her bed in the dormitory, thinking about everything that had happened that day.

Julius' obsidian eyes appeared in her mind from time to time, like an indescribable puzzle.

Who is he?

Why was his existence never mentioned in the original plot? Did he hide his true identity?

Why did he disguise himself to gain the trust of the freshmen?

What is the purpose of that drop of blood?

Amanta closed her eyes and tried to push the thoughts away.

The known clues cannot yet reveal Julius' identity or his purpose.

However, her intuition told her that there must be some dangerous truth and conspiracy hidden behind Julius.

And she will inevitably be involved in it.

At the same time, in an empty room far away in another tower, Julius stood by the window, looking quietly at the night sky.

He ran his fingers lightly over the windowsill, his lips curled up into an unfathomable smile.

"Amanta Merlin, you are even more special than I thought."

He whispered to himself, his voice full of interest and ambition.

"But you will eventually submit to me—"

“Become my own power.”