Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

After Julius finished speaking, he turned slightly and glanced at Harry, Sirius, and Draco one by one.

Finally, he raised his hand lightly and adjusted his cuffs casually, as if this conversation was just an insignificant pastime, and his tone was as indifferent as the night breeze: "Well, let's talk next time."

Relaxed, casual, yet with a sense of confidence.

His figure slowly disappeared into the darkness, his footsteps soundless, but he left an indescribable mystery in everyone's hearts.

It seemed as if what just happened was not an ordinary conversation, but a silent competition.

Julius disappeared completely.

There was dead silence in the corridor.

No one has come to their senses yet.

Time seemed to freeze, and everyone was gripped by an indescribable feeling of oppression, until Sirius finally whispered, "There is definitely something wrong with this guy."

Harry took a deep breath and clenched his wand, his knuckles turning slightly white, trying to dispel the uneasiness in his heart: "He is trying to shake Amanta."

Amanta didn't say anything, but just frowned slightly, with a hint of coldness in the depths of her blue eyes.

She could feel that the dangerous aura had not yet dissipated, and there was something lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to completely drag them into a deeper conspiracy.

This game has just begun.

A series of possibilities flashed through her mind—how much did Julius know? What role was he playing?

"I know."

Amanta finally spoke, her tone unnaturally calm.

Her intuition told her that Julius was definitely not simple. His actions had clear purposes, he was deliberately planning, and his words were even terribly deceptive.

But most of all, he paid special attention to her presence.

Julius appeared at this time, deliberately choosing to put pressure on her in front of everyone——

This means she may be a key point in some plan.

But why?

why her?

"Amanta." Harry's voice suddenly brought her back to her thoughts.

He frowned, with a hint of undisguised worry in his eyes.

"What he just said...you wouldn't really-"

"will not."

She answered without hesitation, and even with a rare hint of joy.

Harry's shoulders visibly relaxed a little, but he was still a little uneasy.

"But he obviously wants you to stand on his side."

"That's why I can't let him succeed." Amanta said coldly, "Harry, you don't trust the relationship between us enough."

"It's all because..."

Harry couldn't help but glare at a certain platinum-haired boy.

"It makes me suspicious now." He continued aggrievedly.

Sirius watched their conversation from the side, his eyes deep. He did not interrupt immediately, but lowered his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something.

After a moment, he suddenly asked, "Draco, how long have you known him?"

Everyone was startled and looked at Draco.

The platinum boy, who had been silent all this time, raised his head slightly, his eyes flickered for a moment, but he quickly returned to his usual arrogance and coldness.

"What do you mean?" Draco's tone still sounded defensive.

"Stop pretending, Malfoy." Sirius raised his voice. "What are you hiding?"

Harry frowned and spoke suddenly: "You know the man in black robes, you know the Gaunt coat of arms... You won't and Julius also--"

"enough!"

Draco suddenly raised his voice, a rare hint of anger in his tone.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force.

The air solidified instantly.

"You have no idea what you are talking about." Draco whispered, his tone terribly suppressed, "Julius... is not the kind of person you can deal with."

Amanta's heart sank.

So, Draco really knew something...but just wouldn't tell me?

Sirius narrowed his eyes, a hint of vigilance flashing in his gaze: "So, you admit that you know his true identity?"

"I know much more than you think." Draco spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, "But if you continue to interfere, not only me, but you will also be dragged into it."

"So you chose not to tell us anything?"

Amanta's voice suddenly turned cold.

Draco was stunned for a moment. He raised his head and looked at Amanta. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he clenched his teeth.

Amanta looked at his expression and felt inexplicably irritated.

"Draco," she said slowly, her tone more determined than before, "how long are you going to keep this from us?"

"This is not hiding something." Draco's voice was very light, but with a kind of indescribable fatigue, "This is protection."

"But you shouldn't have to go through this alone."

The air fell into dead silence again.

Draco's pupils shrank slightly, and his breathing seemed to stop for a moment.

Amanta didn't look away, she looked directly into Draco's eyes with a firmness that could not be ignored.

"If you really believe in us, then tell us the truth."

"If you really want to protect me, let's face it together."

Draco's fingers trembled slightly and his fists slowly loosened.

He lowered his head and pursed his lips slightly, as if he was making some difficult decision.

One second, two seconds...the air almost froze.

Finally, Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, his expression had completely changed.

The pain and oppression still exist, but what is more is... a kind of awareness that can no longer be avoided.

"……it is good."

His voice was soft, but extremely firm.

"I'll tell you the truth about Julius."