Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Somewhere in a spire of Hogwarts, the night is deep.

Julius Hoffmann stood quietly at the edge of the terrace, his figure elongated by the moonlight. The cold wind swirled in the night sky, blowing his inky cloak like a roiling undercurrent in the night.

He stood there, overlooking the entire Hogwarts with a cold gaze, as if this was the throne that belonged to him alone, high in the tower of the castle.

Between his slender, pale fingers, a tattered diary lay quietly.

There was a faint dark red glow under the black cover, like a sleeping heart, beating slowly in the night.

Julius stared down at the diary in his hand, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

He gently stroked the cover, as if soothing some sleeping creature.

"It's going pretty well..."

His voice was low, with a hint of gentle pleasure, as if he was muttering to himself, or as if he was reporting to a silent listener.

"At least, most of the students' blood has been collected."

He opened the diary with his slender fingertips, a faint dark red light reflected on his face, and a few lines of ink appeared on the pages. The arrangement and combination of the handwriting looked like some living thing was wriggling.

Julius's eyes rested on the words, and his pupils shrank slightly.

"Regrettably..."

He sighed softly, raised his finger, and gently tapped the words. The black ink on the page immediately overflowed, gushing out like blood, then quickly fell back and seeped into the parchment.

"The whereabouts of the Gaunt coat of arms... still requires some thought."

His voice was calm and cold, but there was a hint of interest in his tone, as if all this was just an elaborate chess game, and he was the only one who knew the whole picture.

The night wind swirled around the top of the tower. A crow landed silently on his shoulder, its black eyes gleaming dimly in the moonlight.

Julius raised his hand slightly and stroked the crow's wings with his fingertips, the movement was so gentle that it seemed like he was stroking precious silk.

The crow let out a low, hoarse cry and its wings fluttered slightly, as if responding to his call.

The smile on his lips deepened, and the curve at that moment was colder than the night.

"Go ahead." He murmured softly and waved his hand gently.

The crow suddenly spread its wings, its sharp claws cutting through the night wind, turning into a black shadow and quickly disappearing into the deep night sky, rushing towards the unknown darkness outside Hogwarts.

Julius stood there quietly, watching it disappear.

He slowly closed the diary, lowered his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There was no warmth in that smile, only a determination to win.

It was as if the thread of fate was gradually tightening, waiting for the final moment of its end.

"My story has just begun."

The night was silent. A cold wind was blowing above the tower, blending his figure into the darkness and disappearing without a trace.

-

Harry lay on his bed in his dormitory, his hands behind his head, his eyes staring at the ceiling.

Although the room was still as quiet as usual, he felt his heart beating faster than ever, and the joy almost swallowed him.

Sirius was his godfather, and he was innocent—

The person he had always doubted was finally proved not to be a sinner, but rather the closest family member to him.

All this seemed like a gift from heaven, giving Harry a long-lost sense of relief.

He closed his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and a smile surged out from the bottom of his heart.

He couldn't believe it at first, but when the truth became clear, the joy overwhelmed him like a tide.

At that moment, he felt as if he owned the whole world, as if the world suddenly became less heavy, and all the pain was dispelled by this warmth.

Harry turned over gently, supporting himself on the bed with his elbows, an unconscious smile on his face.

He began to fantasize about the time he could spend with Sirius. Perhaps Sirius would take him to the outside world and take him to every place he had never been to.

Harry felt more and more relaxed, with a gleam in his eyes - he was no longer the lonely child, he finally had someone he could rely on, the relative he had always longed for.

The corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily, and those lonely nights suddenly seemed so far away.

He stretched his body again and took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the happiness into his chest.

-

The Slytherin common room was dark at night.

Draco sat on the bench by the window, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the small ornament in his palm - a silver brooch.

The cool metal fits against the palm of my hand, and a line of ancient runes is engraved on the inside.

The moonlight shines through the thick lake water and falls on the cold, hard silver surface. A faint halo appears on the carved lines:

DM ? AM

He sneered, a self-deprecating arc appearing at the corner of his lips.

"Ridiculous..." His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

He knew that Amanta would find out sooner or later - she was one of the smartest students in Hogwarts, her insight was as sharp as a blade that had never been covered in dust, and her courage was simply not like that of a Slytherin.

But if she really found out...

That person would never let her go.

Thinking of this, his fingertips suddenly tightened, and the edges of the brooch dug deeply into his palm, causing a dull pain.

But he didn't let go, as if he wanted to imprint this pain deeply into his bones and blood to remind himself -

He must be awake.

After a moment, he stood up suddenly, his robe fluttering, and walked away resolutely.

The night was like a dark curtain, swallowing up his figure bit by bit.

He still has a mission to complete.