Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

In addition to Julius, Draco's behavior has also become strange in the past few days.

This story probably has to start from the flying lesson three days ago.

That afternoon, the last class was the long-awaited flying class.

The sky was blue, the breeze was blowing, the sun was warming the grass so much that even the broom handle had a reassuring warmth. It was the perfect day for flying.

Madam Hooch excitedly announced that they would learn more complex flying skills today, and there was joy on the lawn.

Harry couldn't wait to pull Amanta and Draco and stand in the front row, his face full of excitement and his eyes as bright as a cat staring at the flowing golden light.

"Harry, let's have a competition later? Let's see who can fly to the end of the circle first?" Draco raised his eyebrows, his tone full of provocation and excitement.

"Don't be too happy, Draco." Harry fought back angrily, not showing any weakness. "Just wait! I'll show you what real flying skills are!"

Draco raised his lips and said, "The loser will be punished by eating three vomit bubble gums."

"No problem - but don't cheat!" said Harry quickly.

Draco snorted arrogantly and got on his broom.

However, during a break in practice, Draco suddenly stopped in mid-air.

He looked towards the ground, seemed to see something, and froze on the broom.

Amanta followed his gaze, but there was nothing but shadows under the trees.

However, Draco's expression immediately became strange, and if Amanta was not mistaken, a look of surprise and doubt flashed across his face.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Draco?" Amanta leaned over, holding the broom handle. "Is there anything under that tree?"

Faced with Amanta's inquiring gaze, Draco was stunned and quickly restrained his expression.

He pretended to be relaxed and said, "Nothing, I just felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach... Maybe it was because of the sweet chocolate ice cream ball I had at noon?"

The corners of his mouth were pursed unnaturally, and it was obvious that he was not telling the truth.

Amanta hesitated to speak.

"Hey! Draco!" Harry shouted from far away at the end of the circle, "You lose! Three vomit bubble gums! -"

"You...! Harry, you are cheating!" Draco frowned and rushed over around Amanta.

"You were the one who suddenly lost consciousness - I'm not kidding, I can't wait to see you eating vomit bubble gum! Hahaha~"

"No! Try again!"

"No, I want to see you eating vomit bubble gum--"

"I refuse, Harry."

"You made the rules yourself. What did I say before? You are not allowed to cheat if you lose! ~"

Harry giggled as he and Draco shuttled back and forth between the rings, playing around with each other, looking like a pair of bickering foes.

Amanta quickly put aside her doubts.

Perhaps Draco was just distracted - after all, the Occlumency class last night had already consumed too much of their attention.

It's normal to suddenly recall some of the traumas of being scolded by Professor Snape.

Thinking of this, Snape's harsh eyes flashed through her mind, along with the voices of "Shut up, Pott." and "My dear godson."...

The thought of this horrible and sticky tone.

She couldn't help but shiver.

If she continues to take this Occlumency class, she will soon develop PTSD.

Fortunately, their progress had been slow recently, and Snape thought that taking up his evening time every day was too much of a luxury...

Therefore, the Occlumency classes were changed from once a day to once a week.

However, as soon as Madam Hooch announced the end of get out of class, Draco immediately packed up his broom and said to Harry, "Harry, you and Amanta go to the Great Hall to eat first. I have something else to do."

"Hey, Draco, what are you doing?"

Before Harry could react, Draco had already started walking in the opposite direction of the castle, his steps extremely urgent.

He walked so fast that the two of them didn't react for a while.

By the time they had packed up their brooms, Draco was gone.

"Where's Draco?"

Amanta came over.

"He ran away as soon as the get out of class was over." Harry grinned in dissatisfaction. "Damn it, he must not want to fulfill the bet. It's too much."

Amanta frowned, but didn't take it to heart.

"That's not the case. Maybe he just suddenly remembered that there is something he hasn't done yet?" Amanta thought for a moment and turned to Harry and said, "Forget it, forget about him. Let's go first."

Harry shrugged in agreement.

"Let's go to the auditorium quickly. I've been flying for a long time and my stomach is growling with hunger. I don't believe he won't come back for dinner!"

They walked back along the lawn to the castle, discussing the techniques of herbology along the way, from the reproduction cycle of Mibu Mibao to the details of maintenance, and went to the Great Hall for dinner as usual.

The bright candlelight reflected on the silver tableware, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of butter.

As soon as Harry sat down, he began to eat heartily. Amanta stirred the cheese and corn kernels in front of her with a fork while opening today's Daily Prophet.

After looking for a while, she estimated that dinner time was almost over, so she turned her head habitually to look at the seat next to her.

However, it remained empty.

"Draco...why hasn't he come back yet?"

Amanta looked at the empty seat next to her, and Draco's strange behavior in the flying class suddenly flashed through her mind.

And the way his knuckles clenched the broom handle, the sudden sense of alertness that came over him.

She couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Maybe Peeves is blocking his way." Harry nonchalantly stuffed a large mouthful of pudding into his mouth.

"But……"

Amanta wanted to speak, but then she began to suspect that the scene was just her illusion.

Harry was concentrating on showing off the pudding. Hearing this, he comforted him casually: "Don't worry, Amanta, he will always be back before the end of dinner."

However...Draco did not show up until the end of dinner.

After dinner, they returned to the Slytherin common room as usual.

If Draco had been delayed by something and had not gone to the Great Hall, he would have been back in the Slytherin common room by now.

That's what Harry said, and he even left a few butter pudding and roast chicken legs for Draco.

However, the dazzling blonde was still missing from the common room.

Harry finally noticed something was wrong.

"Where the hell is Draco doing?" Harry frowned and whispered in the Slytherin common room.

"..."

Amanta did not answer.

A vague ominous premonition arose in her heart.

Draco's behavior today was really abnormal.

The flames in the fireplace danced quietly, lengthening her dark shadow and blending it into the shadow of the stone wall.

Amanta sat on the sofa, looking around every corner, but she didn't see Draco.

The later it got, the more uneasy she felt.

Her fingers gently brushed across the globe by the fireplace, her fingertips lingering on the edge of the unknown continent, but her eyes were fixed on the window, trying to see the secrets under the lake, but to no avail.

It was not until the night deepened that the serpentine stone door of the common room rumbled and Draco appeared at the door.

His eyes were dazed and his expression was absent-minded, as if he was thinking about something. He didn't even notice them and just walked forward mechanically.

"Draco, where have you been?" Amanta couldn't help but walk forward and asked.

However, this bland greeting seemed to frighten Draco. His shoulders trembled slightly and his steps paused.

He raised his head, quickly adjusted his expression, and forced a smile: "Nothing... I'm just a little tired."

He shifted his gaze, as if deliberately avoiding her line of sight, and looked at Harry who was following behind Amanta.

"I suddenly remembered that I hadn't given Hagrid a copy of Norma's recent photo. On the way back, I happened to run into my godfather again... He asked me to help him compile a list of potion materials needed for the recent classes."

Draco said it lightly, and with a slightly tired smile on his face, it was almost convincing.

It doesn't sound like there's anything wrong.

But Amanta always felt that something was wrong.

Her gaze slowly moved down and stopped at his fingers that were slightly clenched into a fist. His knuckles were slightly pale from the force, and there was some dirt on the back of his hand.

This was something Draco, who normally had a slight obsession with cleanliness, could not tolerate.

Amanta immediately had an answer to the truth of this statement.

She looked upwards along the direction of his finger. There were stains on the edges of his cuffs, his neat and smooth blond hair was slightly messy, and there were a few wrinkles on his collar - these were things that Draco could never tolerate on normal days.

It seems... he obviously encountered something, but he deliberately covered it up.

Draco was never one to lie—at least not in front of them.

But why did Draco hide it?

And...what is he hiding? Is there anything he needs to hide from them?

But Amanta did not continue to ask. She had too many questions in her mind, and even a slight bitterness, but she subconsciously did not want to expose Draco's unnatural lie.

If Draco was trying to hide something from them, then asking him directly would be useless.

Draco yawned in response to Amanta's silence.

"Oh, I'm really exhausted today... I need to rest."

As he turned around, he whispered, "It's late. You should go back to bed soon. We have a Care of Magical Creatures class tomorrow - we'll have plenty to do with all those weird things Hagrid brought in."

Ammenta watched Draco walk towards the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory.

Countless possible images flashed through her mind, but when she tried to grab something, they shattered like a mirror.

A butterfly on the sea flapped its wings gently, causing huge waves to rise on the other side.

You can't prove there's a connection between the two, just like you can't prove there's no connection between the two.