Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

At this moment, Snape's voice suddenly sounded, low and with a hint of sarcasm.

"Draco, what on earth were you thinking? You actually cut the dragon's blood grass into mud? I have never seen you so... out of control."

Draco lowered his head suddenly and looked at the medicinal herbs under his hand——

The dragon blood grass, which should have been precisely cut into thin slices, was now chopped into a paste by him repeatedly, which was a horrible sight.

He stared at the silver knife in his hand, his face stiff and his fingers slightly tightened.

He, he actually... cut it badly? !

This is Potions class! His best subject! And he actually ruined the ingredients just because of Amanta?!

He couldn't help but grit his teeth, his face turned from pale to slightly red, and finally turned completely black.

Draco: "..."

Snape glanced at his cauldron indifferently, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that your potion level is declining along with your concentration level. As I recall, you have always been very good at cutting herbs? Or have you had something recently..." He paused, glanced at Amanta meaningfully, and said slowly, "something that distracted you?"

The air suddenly became subtle.

Harry looked up suddenly, with an expression that said, "Did I hear some terrible gossip?"

Neville stared at Draco nervously.

And Amanta...was stirring the crucible calmly, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

Draco's face darkened instantly. He suddenly put down the silver knife in his hand, cleared his throat, and said calmly, "Sorry, Godfather."

Snape snorted coldly, walked away and walked to the other end of the classroom.

But when he passed by Draco, he added indifferently: "People of the Malfoy family should not let their emotions affect their accuracy. You'd better reflect on yourself."

Draco: "..."

Harry muttered softly: "This sentence seems to have some deep meaning..."

Blaise, standing aside, continued in a calm tone, "Of course there is a hidden meaning. What he meant was that Draco was secretly paying attention to Amanta during class today, causing all the herbs to be damaged."

Harry: “…?”

Neville: “???”

Draco glared at Blaise fiercely, his ears turned red, and he lowered his voice and gritted his teeth and said: "If you can't speak, can you shut up?!"

Blaise tilted his head and stuck out his tongue: "I'm just telling the truth."

Theodore, who had been silent on the side, suddenly spoke up: "...He really was just telling the truth."

The blush on Draco's face deepened. He gritted his teeth, turned to look at Amanta, and spoke in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.

"We'll settle the score later."

Amanta raised her eyebrows and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "Oh? How do you settle the account?"

Draco looked at her deeply, his eyes were so dangerous that it made people's heart beat faster, but he didn't say a word. He just lowered his head, picked up the silver knife again, and concentrated on cutting a new piece of dragon blood grass.

Amanta chuckled, finally putting aside some of her teasing tone and returning to preparing the potion.

Elsewhere, Harry and Neville's potions table had become a disaster scene.

In their crucible, a ball of purple foam was rolling restlessly, as if it would explode at any second.

Harry frowned, staring at the strange potion in the crucible, then looked at the clear, perfectly proportioned potions on Draco and Amanta's side, and fell silent.

“…Why do they always have such success?”

Neville looked at the gradually thickening black-purple liquid in the crucible in despair, and murmured in a low voice: "Maybe I am not born to be suitable for Potions class."

Just as they finished their mumbling, Snape's figure slid behind them like a ghost. He glanced at the crucible with cold eyes and spoke in a flat tone -

"Harry, Longbottom, are you planning on mixing some poison?"

Harry was so frightened that his hands trembled and the spoon almost fell in. He said hurriedly, "Uh, no—"

Snape looked at them coldly, his eyes more terrifying than the potion at the bottom of the pot.

However, he casually dropped a drop of transparent solution into their crucible, and the potion that was about to explode was miraculously stabilized.

He commented indifferently, "Double distill the potion, otherwise it will corrode the table in ten minutes."

Harry and Neville nodded repeatedly, as if they had been pardoned, and frantically adjusted their cauldrons.

Snape turned and walked to Amanta and Draco, his eyes fell on their almost perfect potion. He was silent for a few seconds, and finally showed a look of satisfaction.

"Very good, twenty points for Slytherin."

Draco's lips curled up slightly in an undisguised smug smile.

He tilted his head slightly, lowered his voice, and whispered in Amanta's ear: "See, am I not bad?"

There was a hint of pride in his tone, as if he was expecting something.

Amanta chuckled, her eyes calm: "Well, you're the best."

Her voice was not loud, but at that moment, Draco's ears turned red uncontrollably.

Harry: “……???”

Neville: “???”

What happened to these two people today???

Snape's eyes swept across Draco and Amanta, lingering between the two of them thoughtfully for a moment, then slowly narrowed his eyes.

The relationship between these two little snakes seems to be becoming more and more... subtle.