Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

This atmosphere of gossip probably hasn't yet reached the Slytherin table.

At least it hadn't spread to Draco yet.

He sipped his coffee with an elegant posture and read the Daily Prophet expressionlessly. He seemed calm, even as usual.

But Amanta noticed his fingers out of the corner of her eye - his long fingers were tightly gripping the handle of the cup, and the tension in his knuckles revealed everything.

None of this is the point.

The most important thing is that he never turned to the second page.

Amanta looked away calmly, a little bit of joy rising in her heart.

——As expected, he was also thinking about what happened last night.

She took the last sip of pumpkin juice, put down the cup gracefully, and glanced at Draco beside her.

The latter supported his chin with one hand and held the Daily Prophet with the other, but it was obvious that he was not reading a single word.

He is still pretending.

Amanta suppressed her smile, tapped the textbooks and materials in the Sage's Ring, and said casually, "Let's go, Potions class."

Draco finally moved, pretending to be calm as he folded the newspaper, picked up his coffee and took a sip, saying in a leisurely tone, "I really don't want to go."

Harry had already stood up, holding his textbook, and glared at him: "You don't want to go? Come on, that's your godfather's class! If you don't go, who will go?"

Draco glanced at Harry with disdain and said calmly, "It's precisely because it's my godfather's class that I want to skip it even more."

Harry: "???"

Draco is really crazy!

Neville also stood up and sorted out his textbooks. He couldn't help but grumble when he heard this.

"Do you feel too much pressure? Is the professor asking too much of you?"

Draco sneered, "No, I feel like the way my Godfather looks at me is increasingly like he's expecting me to inherit his potion research. It's terrifying."

"Uh..." Neville thought for a moment, then whispered with lingering fear, "Actually, I think if the professor really wants to accept a student as the successor of Potions, it definitely won't be you."

Draco raised his eyebrows slightly and was about to retort when Hermione passed by the Gryffindor table and interrupted coldly.

"Of course, if he wants to take it, it will be Amanta."

Draco: "..."

Harry covered his mouth and laughed.

Amanta also covered her mouth with her fingers, trying hard not to laugh out loud.

Draco was being really weird and abnormal today.

No wonder Harry said he was crazy.

Could it be that... Draco was really upset by what happened last night? !

Amanta was in a good mood.

She watched Draco slowly stand up, his face full of displeasure.

But the barely perceptible redness on the tips of his ears betrayed him.

The two walked side by side towards the cellar, with Harry and Neville following slowly behind.

Slytherin and Gryffindor students entered the Potions classroom one after another.

Snape stood in front of the podium, his black robe hanging quietly on the ground, and his eyes swept coldly over the students who came in.

"Everyone, find your seats." His voice was as smooth and sweet as ever. "Today, we will be mixing the Bone Spirit."

The students whispered to each other. Bone-Growing Spirit is a potion that can make bones regrow, but during the preparation process, it is very important to control the proportion of the potion, otherwise the potion will become too thick and even corrosive.

Snape continued, "This is a complex, advanced potion... Based on your level, I'm afraid the pass rate will be very low."

The corner of his mouth raised maliciously and his mocking eyes fell on Neville.

"Especially some students—"

Neville: "..."

Amanta saw that his legs were already trembling.

Snape looked at Neville who lowered his head in front of him and added slowly.

"However, since some people are good at making crucibles explode, I have taken protective measures."

In the corner of the classroom, a new spare crucible was neatly placed on the table.

The whole class burst into laughter and Neville's face turned red.

Harry patted his shoulder and whispered comfortingly, "It's okay Neville. Your cauldron should survive this class without using the newt eyeball today."

“…That’s not comforting at all.”

Neville flipped open the book in desperation.

Amanta sat with Draco. She arranged the materials skillfully and glanced sideways at Draco.

I saw him twirling a quill in one hand and lazily flipping through his textbook with the other hand, and the expression on his face clearly said "I'm annoyed but I won't say it."

But the blush behind his ears still revealed his true emotions.

Amanta raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

"Why are you so weird today?"

Draco hummed softly, his eyes still fixed on the complicated production process in the textbook, and his voice was very quiet.

"It's you. We just... kissed, but now you're acting like nothing happened."

Amanta blinked and moved closer with interest.

"You mean, you're still thinking about yesterday?"

Draco finally stopped flipping through the book and glanced at her, his ears turning even redder.

"…Shut up and study hard."

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Amanta held the silver stirring rod firmly in one hand and slowly stirred the liquid medicine in the crucible clockwise. The light green liquid gradually became transparent under the gentle stirring, exuding a faint herbal fragrance.

Her movements were as smooth and precise as always, as if she knew every step by heart.

The stirring rod in her hand rotated in the crucible, and the liquid medicine rippled slightly, reflecting her face.

She seemed as calm as ever, but her heart was beating faster than ever.

reason?

Sitting next to her was Draco Malfoy.

She tilted her head and her eyes fell on Draco beside her——

The latter was lowering his head to cut a unicorn horn, his expression calm and focused, his light golden eyelashes trembling slightly.

His breath was so close to her, his shoulders occasionally touched hers, and the subtle sound of his sleeves rubbing against hers was clearly audible.

What's worse is that she knew what happened last night.

They kissed.

It was not a brief touch, but a real kiss filled with surging emotions that could no longer be suppressed. Their breaths blended together, and they could even feel each other's accelerated heartbeats.

She scooped up a drop of the liquid medicine with a spoon.

However, the moment she poured in the bat liver extract, their fingertips accidentally touched.

Just a moment of contact.

Just a moment, a light, brief, almost negligible contact.

However, Draco paused.

He froze for a moment, and the silver dagger in his hand almost cut off course.

Then he immediately cleared his throat and pretended to be calm and continued cutting the herbs, as if nothing had happened.

But Amanta keenly noticed that his hand holding the knife was shaking, and even his breathing was more rapid than before.

……interesting.

She did not expose him, but continued to concentrate on preparing the potion with her head down.

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Draco was going crazy.

He clenched his teeth and tried to focus on the work in his hands, but the touch and go feeling just now still lingered on his fingertips.

He even suspected that if the atmosphere of this class had not been calm enough, his ears would have turned completely red.

What's worse is that Amanta seemed completely unaffected and still looked calm and composed.

——This is not fair.

Draco adjusted his breathing slightly, glanced at Amanta, and lowered his voice with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"You did it on purpose, right?"

Amanta blinked innocently and said calmly, "What?"

Draco sneered: "You know what I'm talking about."

Amanta looked blankly at the cauldron under his command.

"But I'm just... brewing a potion normally."

Her voice sounded calm.

Draco stared at her stubbornly, as if questioning whether she had done it on purpose or not.

Finally, he snorted coldly, turned his head away and continued to process the herbs, but a blush crept up the tip of his ears.

But damn Amanta wouldn't let him calm down.

As she poured the next potion, she leaned her arm forward a little, her knee barely touching Draco's.

Another moment of contact.

This time, Draco was completely unable to pretend to be calm.

His whole body froze for a second, and the stirring rod in his hand almost fell into the crucible. His breathing also stopped for a moment.

Amanta noticed his movements and finally couldn't help but laugh softly.

"You did it on purpose, right?"

Draco looked up suddenly, gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, the expression on his face was as if he finally understood some truth.

Amanta pretended to be focused on the crucible and replied calmly: "Hmm? I just sat too close."

Draco stared at her, his heart beating uncontrollably fast.

But he couldn't let her see it.

He took a deep breath, tried to regain his composure, and said provocatively: "If you keep going like this, I'm really going to suspect that you did this on purpose."

Amanta finally turned her head to look at him, her eyes calm but the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Oh? Do you hope I did that on purpose?"

Draco: “……!”

He almost crushed the herbs in his hand.

She is finished.

She did it on purpose, absolutely on purpose!

But he couldn't say anything and could only pretend nothing happened, but his heart was beating wildly.

What on earth was he expecting?!

"……you shut up."

Draco cursed softly and pulled his hand back with a complicated expression, as if he was thinking of twenty-eight ways to take care of mistletoe.

Amanta was in a very good mood and continued to devote herself to preparing the potion.

Draco leaned back in his chair, took a deep breath, and supported his forehead with his hands, his eyes filled with despair.

He's done.

He's really finished.