Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

In the Slytherin dormitory in the early morning, the sunlight passed through the lake and shone through the high windows onto the walls, making the water sparkle, but no one in the room had time to appreciate it.

Amanta, Harry, Draco and Sirius had been discussing here all night, and the preliminary plan was gradually taking shape.

"We can't give him any more chances." Amanta spoke first, her tone decisive, her eyes sweeping over everyone present.

Draco sat next to her, arms crossed and brow furrowed, obviously thinking about more details.

"He is more sensitive than we thought. Any abnormal behavior will alert him. All we can do is make him make a mistake at a critical moment."

"The critical moment?" Harry frowned. "Where do we have time to wait for him to make a mistake?"

Sirius sneered, "Julius thinks he is in control of everything. Since he likes to take the initiative and knows what we are going to do, he will definitely take the lead."

Amanta tapped the table lightly and said in a low voice: "That's right, the more confident he is, the more likely he is to expose his weaknesses."

Sirius nodded thoughtfully. "You mean, deliberately let him think he is on the right path until he falls into the trap?"

"That's right." Amanta's eyes were firm. "Let him think he has won the game, and we can take the opportunity to reverse the situation."

The room fell into a brief silence.

Draco exhaled slowly and raised his eyes to look at Amanta: "But this means that we have to bet on ourselves too."

Amanta did not back down, her tone remained firm: "We have no way out."

No one spoke anymore. They all understood that this was not just a plan, but a confrontation from which there was no turning back.

Will Julius fall into the trap? No one can be sure.

But the only thing they can do is to make this gamble have a chance of winning.

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In another Slytherin dormitory not far from them, the morning light shone through the heavy curtains, faintly falling on the ancient bookshelves and desks, and the air was filled with the scent of old ink.

Julius stood quietly in front of a mirror, his chin slightly raised.

The reflection in the mirror showed a nearly perfect face.

Handsome, well-dressed, perfect, impeccable.

However, a cold and mysterious shadow flashed across his eyes——

Everything in the mirror reminded him that he was completely different from the weak, twisted, and even extremely ugly self at that moment.

But that kind of unwillingness was still deeply buried in his heart.

His fingertips tightened slightly, and he slowly raised his hand, pulled open his collar, and gently touched the skin below his neck with his fingertips.

The cool touch made him squint his eyes slightly.

It seemed smooth and flawless, but he knew that the real mark was not left on the skin, but engraved in the soul.

That familiar throbbing——

It's not only about his "rebirth", but also about the person who gave him new life.

Amanta Merlin.

He lowered his head, a hint of ambiguous smile appearing at the corners of his lips.

She may not know yet what her blood means.

Of course he remembered that two years ago, when that drop of blood seeped into the diary, the originally weak Horcrux absorbed it eagerly and gained some kind of power beyond ordinary magic.

And himself——

That once weak, incomplete, incomplete existence——

It was also at that moment that all possibilities beyond the past were gained.

That was no ordinary blood, but an ancient and pure magic, a true miracle nurtured by Merlin's bloodline.

It was she who made him what he is today.

Julius's eyes became deep, his fingertips slid to the table, and he opened the book that recorded Voldemort.

He slowly scanned the text that recorded how the Dark Lord pursued eternal life and how he frantically split souls, his eyes cold.

Splitting the soul is nothing but a meaningless waste of self-consumption. Voldemort's failure was because he never truly understood the nature of power.

Those past events both belonged to him and made him hate them.

"They should have realized that I am not as simple as I appear to be."

Julius whispered softly, with no trace of surprise in his tone, as if he had expected all this.

"Do they think they can fight back against me?" He chuckled, the light in his eyes cold enough to make people's heart frightened.

Of course he knew that Amanta would not be easily fooled.

He never underestimated Amanta—

She is too smart, too cautious, and has a sharper intuition than everyone else. She is calmer and more insightful than others, and more importantly, she will not be easily controlled by fear or temptation.

She doesn't believe in fate, but she is good at planning.

She would not be as arrogant as Voldemort, nor as blind as his followers.

She is the most worthy opponent on the chessboard and the one most likely to become his ally.

Because of this, he had some...unusual interest in her.

If only he could make her understand the true meaning of her bloodline.

Julius closed the book gently and tapped his fingertips on the desk, as if he was thinking about the next move in the game of chess.

He had already anticipated that Amanta and the others would not sit still and wait for death. They might launch a counterattack or try to find his flaws.

However, have they ever thought that their every move is under his control?

He slowly closed his eyes, and Amanta's calm and sharp eyes appeared in his mind. Those blue eyes were deep and complex, as if they could see through everything.

But even so, she still couldn't escape the chessboard——

At least, not yet.

"Amanta..." he murmured in a low voice, with a barely perceptible interest in his tone.

"You don't belong to them."

His fingers tapped lightly on the pages of the book, and his tone was calm, yet with a hint of almost gentle enticement.

"Your bloodline is destined to allow you to stand at a higher position, rather than being bound by those foolish people who think they are righteous."

He knew she would not be easily swayed, but sooner or later she would realize that true power should not be used to protect the weak, but should be used to rule and create a new order.

And he is the only one who can make her see all this clearly.

"Your counterattack..." He chuckled softly, the interest in his eyes becoming more intense, "It only makes me look forward to your struggle even more."

"Amanta...you really make me look forward to it even more."

Interest does not mean kindness.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, with a hint of coldness: "However, I am more eager to put you in a desperate situation."

He had already set up the chess game, and now he was just waiting for her to step into it.

Because her blood and her power will eventually become his.

This game is far from over, but he has already secured victory.

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Amanta stood in front of the window of the Slytherin dormitory, her fingertips gently pressing against the cold window frame, staring at the Black Lake outside the window.

The lake is calm and peaceful, but beneath the surface, countless unrevealed secrets are hidden.

She blinked slowly, her thoughts swirling, her throat tightening slightly, and finally, she murmured softly.

"Julius...what exactly is your interest in me?"

It was not the first time she had thought about this question, nor the first time she had doubts about Julius.

But now, the doubt seemed to be even stronger, even making her thoughts confused.

She always thought that she was calm and rational enough and would not be easily influenced by anyone, but whenever Julius appeared next to her, the feeling of being scrutinized would follow her like a shadow.

His gaze always carries a certain unfathomable meaning, neither distant nor close, making it impossible to peek into his true thoughts.

What did he want from her?

Amanta raised her hand and gently pressed her wrist, as if this could help her pull herself away from her chaotic thoughts.

She could sense that Julius's approach was not accidental, nor was it out of simple interest.

He… was like an invisible net, woven very finely and densely, silently tightening around her.

She took a deep breath, her throat felt a little dry, her fingers tightened unconsciously, her nails digging lightly into her palms.

Perhaps, it was not because of her intelligence, not because of her talent, not because of her budding talent at Hogwarts.

She vaguely knew the answer.

Merlin's blood -

The power flowing through her body might be what Julius was really interested in.

He must know her identity. He must know that she is not just an ordinary Slytherin student, but a being who can influence certain situations.

Thinking of this, Amanta narrowed her eyes, and a cold light flashed across her eyes.

If Julius wanted to use her as some kind of pawn, he would probably be disappointed.

"Julius..." She repeated his name softly, as if she was chewing on the meaning of it. A faint smile slowly rose at the corner of her lips, but her eyes gradually became cold.

She would not allow herself to become anyone's pawn, nor would she let anyone control her destiny.