Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

His words instantly ignited the confidence of many people that had just been destroyed.

Several Slytherin students who had been frustrated before began to cheer up again.

"Yeah, he's right. It's not that we don't work hard or want to become stronger, but no matter how hard we work, there will always be people who are stronger than us."

"A genius is a genius, and we ordinary people cannot compare with him through hard work."

Amanta smiled slightly and answered them confidently.

"Talent cannot be used as an excuse. I believe there are always shortcuts to learning magic - techniques that only those who are smart enough can master."

Just like Snape's Potions textbook when he was a student, it was densely marked with his personal annotations.

In the sixth grade, Harry, who had very poor grades in Potions, got this old textbook. Just by copying the instructions, he was regarded as a Potions genius by Professor Slughorn.

"But none of us have a genius comparable to Voldemort... and naturally we don't know these techniques."

A curly-haired boy complained.

"Really?" Amanta tilted her head and looked through the crowd at the curly-haired boy. "If there are none among the students, then our dean, president, and professors don't count?"

The curly-haired boy obviously hadn't thought of this answer and hesitated for a moment.

"Besides... haven't you seen me? How does my talent in magic compare to Voldemort?"

Amanta looked at everyone with interest, she was really curious.

Everyone present was silent. They recalled the blazing flames that Amanta had just cast. Although it was not a very high-level spell, its power was obviously much greater than those they had cast.

What's more, Amanta has never attended school for a single day.

A student spoke up boldly: "But the Dark Lord comes from an orphanage, so of course he won't use so much magic when he enters school. Oh wait..."

He stopped talking halfway because he realized that Pansy had said this when she was provoking Amanta - Amanta also came from an orphanage.

Everyone was obviously thinking about this: Amanta came from the Muggle world, when did she learn these magics?

When can I use Ziru?

Most people were silently speculating in their hearts about Amanta's strength at this time, and were planning to write to their parents later to ask about the Dark Lord's strength level at school.

Seeing that no one raised any more questions, Amanta nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, it seems everyone has no objection, but——"

"If you really can't do it, then choose to follow me."

"I will prove my strength, I will carry forward the Slytherin spirit, and never--"

"ell...what a brilliant speech."

pop - pop - pop -

A few rounds of crisp applause rang out at the entrance of the Slytherin common room, interrupting Amanta's words.

Snape's black robe billowed up and down, and he walked towards them with an ambiguous smile on his face.

The Slytherin students then realized that their beloved headmaster had appeared here without them noticing.

"Miss Merlin, you really impressed me, but..."

His cold and smooth tone flipped into a gorgeous ending.

"Please get down from the table in the lounge first."

"Ahem." Amanta quickly jumped down from the table, "Hello, Dean."

She now had a warm and modest smile on her face, which formed a stark contrast to her solemn and intimidating demeanor just now.

Everyone looked at her in shock.

This is really... changing one's attitude faster than turning the pages of a book.

Amanta didn't care about the looks around her at all. After all... she needed to become stronger by any means necessary.

It is necessary to curry favor with Snape - maybe you can get Snape's potions notes or even special guidance on potions.

If you're lucky, you can even consider learning Dark Arts, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Wandless Magic, and Occlumency from him...

Oh, the dean is so omnipotent.

Snape looked away indifferently - Harry and Draco were still standing in front of the window.

"Oh...Draco, you are here."

He walked quickly towards Draco, emitting a strong aura.

Draco took a few steps forward and moved his lips but no sound came out, as if he was undecided whether to shout out the word "Godfather" in front of everyone.

Snape spoke first.

"My dear godson, your father asked me to come and see how you... were doing on your first day of school."

He looked sideways at Harry behind Draco.

"Tsk, tsk - poor old Peacock probably couldn't figure out after being hit on the head by a troll...his beloved son was hanging out with Potter."

"Oh, I almost forgot that, they're even Slytherins—"

"Harry Potter..."

Harry's name came out of Snape's mouth softly, full of danger.

Snape walked towards Harry, raised Harry's chin with a pair of bony fingers, and looked carefully at his facial features and the messy black hair.

Harry was forced to look up, his green eyes staring innocently into Snape's unfathomable black pupils.

"Let me see...oh you and your father look so alike."

"Thank you, Professor. Do you know what my father looks like?"

When Harry heard Snape mention his parents, his green eyes suddenly sparkled with excitement and he grinned innocently.

"As arrogant and disgusting as he is."

Harry's smile suddenly froze at the corners of his mouth.

"But these eyes...are exactly the same as Lily's."

When he mentioned the word "Lily", his voice suddenly became extremely gentle, which surprised Harry.

Snape lowered his head and looked him in the eyes without blinking.

These green eyes... are exactly the same, round emerald green eyes, brighter than all the emeralds in the world. Whenever she smiles... this place will turn into a spring lake, gentle and lovely...

Snape didn't seem to realize that his hooked nose was almost touching Harry's face.

Harry was almost petrified.

Amanta coughed lightly.

Only then did Snape realize his gaffe. He quickly stood up and returned to his gloomy and indifferent expression.

"Everyone, go back to the dormitory immediately. Don't let me see Slytherin's hourglass being deducted 100 points tomorrow - because all the Slytherin students are still lying in bed dreaming of getting all O's in the exam."

Everyone seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and they all relaxed and walked towards the dormitory entrance.

Amanta and the others are no exception.

Just as Amanta was walking towards the exit of the lounge, Draco quickly walked to Amanta and whispered:

"Amanta, the road you are about to take will be an...extremely difficult one."

He seemed to have noticed something and looked worried, which was unusual for him.

Amanta smiled in response.

"Draco, thank you for your concern, but I obviously know better what I want."

"I want glory to bow down to me, and if I cannot conquer everything - then I have nothing."