Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

In the early morning of Hogwarts, the air in the Great Hall was filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and hot cream pumpkin juice.

The golden morning light shone through the towering arched windows onto the four long college tables, and the silverware and porcelain plates reflected a warm luster in the sunlight.

Students took their seats one after another, flipping through the day's Daily Prophet or discussing today's class schedule. Occasionally, an owl flew low over the sky, dropping urgent letters, causing many people to open them hastily.

At the Slytherin table, Amanta was gracefully buttering the bread, her movements as calm and composed as always.

But her heartbeat doesn't lie.

The memories of last night lingered in her mind, twisting her thoughts madly.

Soft lips, hot touch...

—Draco's kiss.

She couldn't help but tighten her grip on the knife handle, and the butter knife scraped across the bread harder than usual.

The warmth of that moment still remains, and the touch on my lips is so clear, as if I am still at that moment——

Slightly cool, soft, and uncontrollable urgency.

And his hands, the warmth was transmitted to her skin through the thin college robe.

Wherever it passes, it burns like fire.

The sweet smell blended in the darkness, becoming increasingly hot, and the suffocating distance...

Couldn't be closer.

No closer.

The relationship between them was no longer an ambiguous test, but had already...

——Exchange thoughts with each other.

They finally broke through the window paper and acknowledged the untouchable feelings in each other's hearts.

them……

Finally kissed each other.

This fact was clearly engraved in her mind.

No matter how calm and composed she was, the scenes of last night still flashed in her mind from time to time.

No matter how hard you try, the mess will still remain.

The water was surging and the mountains were collapsing and the earth was breaking.

She took a bite of bread calmly, trying hard to control the restlessness in her heart.

But her ears turned slightly red, and she didn't even notice it.

However, at this moment, Harry's gaze had been on her for more than five minutes.

His mouth was full of bacon, his brows were furrowed, and he looked as if he was tormented by some difficult problem and couldn't sleep or eat.

Even Amanta could not completely ignore his gaze.

After Harry accidentally dropped the pudding on the table for the third time, Amanta finally couldn't bear it anymore and looked up.

"You look like you just learned that the Ministry of Magic has decided to send the Prisoner of Azkaban to Diagon Alley to sell Bitches Every Flavour Beans."

Harry swallowed the bacon in his mouth with great effort, and immediately leaned closer, lowering his voice: "Amanta, I'm really worried about you."

The knife in Amanta's hand paused for a moment, and she asked in confusion: "Huh? What are you talking about?"

Harry gave her a quick, "You actually ask?" look.

"I heard...you talked to Julius for a long time yesterday? Don't forget who he is. He is not an ordinary transfer student. He is a-"

He looked around warily and whispered mysteriously, "A terrible and dangerous transfer student from Durmstrang with a mysterious disguise! He might even be a dark magic fanatic! Oh, right! He must have some ulterior motive!"

Amanta looked at him speechlessly.

This exaggerated acting...

Is Harry acting?

right! ?

Must be right? !

At this moment, Luna, who was sitting at the Ravenclaw table next to her, put down The Quibbler in her hand.

She blinked her silver-gray eyes and looked at them. She said lightly, "Amanta will not be bewitched. Her mental barriers are stronger than those giant monsters with twenty kilograms of pebbles stuffed into their armor."

Harry was stunned: "...Luna, you actually know this too? A troll with pebbles stuffed in its armor?"

Luna said calmly, "Of course, I passed by your dream last night and saw it by the way."

"——Also, the way you stared at Amanta and thought really made you look like a lost owl, with your eyes big and blank."

Harry: "???"

Amanta nearly smeared butter on her cup, she suppressed a smile and picked up another piece of raspberry bread.

At this time, Neville at the Gryffindor table also came over.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Amanta, I'm actually a little curious, what did you talk about with Julius last night?"

What made the news spread so quickly?

Amanta narrowed her eyes and looked around the auditorium casually.

As expected, many people were holding the latest issue of "Naughty Mouse", a gossip newspaper exclusively produced by Hufflepuff, and glanced over here from time to time.

Harry, who hadn't recovered yet, frowned and muttered, "Yes, I'm curious too, Amanta. What did you say to him last night that made Draco... so weird?"

"…Hmm? What happened to Draco?"

Amanta paused slightly as she was spreading butter, and asked in a nonchalant tone.

"Draco went crazy when he came back yesterday!"

Harry looked up and around the long table, and when he found that Draco had not arrived yet, he spoke boldly.

"—He would look in the mirror and giggle at it, then kick the corner of the bed, rub his feet and call Julius 'hypocritical' and 'self-righteous', and so on... I woke up several times!"

Amanta: “…”

She actually wanted to see this scene.

However, it was not the time to make it public yet, so she picked up the golden toast, took a bite, and returned to the original topic.

"I just guided Julius and made him mistakenly think that I was thinking about what he was trying to make me think about, those theories related to bloodline and magic... I need him to really believe this before I can have a chance."

"What?! That's not the point!" Harry quickly got into the mood, with a serious face, "The point is that you actually listened to him carefully! Were you fooled by him? Did you start thinking about the concept of bloodline? Then you doubted yourself and believed his theory?!"

Amanta rubbed her temple.

It seems that Harry has completely immersed himself in the performance, but his acting skills...

She couldn't complain, and said helplessly: "Harry, you have to believe me."

Harry frowned, his mouth bulging, like a hamster that was stuffed with food but still unconvinced.

"But...how can you be so sure that you won't be affected by his theory?"

Amanta glanced at him and said calmly: "Because I am smarter than him."

Harry: "..."

This sentence successfully shut Harry's mouth.

At least, he couldn't think of anything to say right away.

After a long while, Harry muttered softly, "Why didn't I realize you were so narcissistic before?"

Just then, an unhappy voice came from the other end of the Slytherin table.

"What on earth are you discussing?"

Draco came over with a cup of black coffee, looking unfriendly, and sat down next to Amanta.

His blond hair was never out of place, and even the Slytherin crest on his school robes was ironed to perfection.

However, Draco's fingers were gripping the handle of the coffee cup a little too tightly.

This probably made Harry feel a little inexplicably worried.

Perhaps remembering someone's crazy behavior last night, Harry moved a little to the side alertly.

He laughed dryly and said, "Uh... nothing, we were just discussing Julius's suspicious behavior."

"Oh?" Draco sneered, his eyes fell on Amanta, and he said meaningfully, "Interesting, after all, someone had a 'very pleasant' chat with him last night."

Amanta sighed softly and decisively added a spoonful of sugar to his cup.

Draco frowned and looked at his coffee with disgust: "What are you doing?"

"Calm yourself down." Amanta said calmly, "Draco, do you think Julius can really convince me?"

Draco stared at her, as if trying to find something on her face, but her expression remained as calm as ever.

He was silent for a moment, and finally turned his head away arrogantly, muttering in a low voice: "If he dares to influence you, I will let him know how powerful the Malfoy family is."

Harry couldn't help but interrupt: "What are you going to do? Knock him out with a Galleon?"

Draco snorted, "If that's what works, I don't mind trying it."

Blaise, who had been eating breakfast in silence across from him, finally couldn't help but speak up: "Your breakfast discussion is really... interesting."

Crabbe saw this and came over: "Draco, do you need me to help you keep an eye on Julius?"

Draco gritted his teeth: "No, I have my own arrangements."

Luna held her chin leisurely, her silver-gray eyes looking at them quietly.

Her tone was as dreamy and vague as always, but her words hit the point that Draco least wanted to hear.

"In fact, Julius does seem quite attractive," she said casually, "It would be understandable if Amanta was really fascinated by him."

Harry was about to take a sip of pumpkin juice when he heard this and immediately choked and started coughing violently.

“Cough, cough, cough—!” He coughed violently, patting his chest frantically, staring at Luna with wide eyes. The expression on his face was even more terrified than seeing a Dementor. “Luna, you said… w-what?!”

Luna tilted her head curiously and continued in a light tone.

"I mean, if you keep discussing her relationship with Julius, maybe...Amanta might actually consider it."

“Cough, cough, cough, cough——!!”

Not only did Harry choke even more severely this time, he almost hit his head against the table, his face turning red.

"Impossible! I will never allow this to happen! Amanta will never--!"

Amanta finally couldn't help laughing and picked up the napkin and handed it to Harry.

Draco's expression turned completely dark and he glanced at them coldly.

"That's not funny," Draco snorted, taking a sip of his coffee, his tone full of disdain, "as if she might be interested in that guy."

Amanta glanced at him and said slowly, "Draco, you're obviously jealous."

Draco paused so suddenly that he nearly spilled his coffee.

He froze for a second, then turned his head away: "Who, who is jealous?! Stop talking nonsense!"

Harry hadn't recovered from the coughing. He took a hard breath, wiped the corners of his mouth, and stared at Luna with gritted teeth: "You did it on purpose."

"Who knows?"

Luna smiled faintly, picked up The Quibbler and turned to a new page.

"…The more difficult it is to see through a person, the more attractive he is."

The Hufflepuffs next door held their breath, looked at each other, and were shocked.

Is it confirmed?!

Could it be that... that Durmstrang transfer student really wanted to hook up with Merlin? !

And...Merlin said Malfoy was jealous?!

Wait, is the gossip headline about "Naughty Mouse" going to change this week? !