Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The night was filled with darkness, and the damp smell of the Black Lake seeped into the air through the heavy stone walls. Under the high dome, the light of the kerosene lamps cast swaying shadows on the walls, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

Julius stood quietly in the shadow of the corridor, his figure hidden behind the stone pillars, his eyes passing through the dim light and falling on the three people in the distance.

He had been watching them for a long time.

From the beginning, when Amanta sat here, turning the pages of the book with her fingertips, her eyes gloomy and her mood fluctuating, he knew that she was thinking about what he said.

And when Draco approached and talked to her, and when Harry appeared, Amanda's probing became more obvious.

She did not ask them directly about their position, but took tentative steps to get closer to the answer.

Julius's lips curled up into a barely perceptible smile.

Julius's smile widened as he heard Draco's hesitation, heard him mention family, heard him not make a straight commitment.

He is still the cautious Malfoy.

And what about Harry?

His reaction was more in line with what Julius had expected—straightforward, frank, and with a certain foolish sense of justice that was not Slytherin's.

"If what you're doing is wrong, I won't just support it."

Julius narrowed his eyes, tapped the wall lightly with his fingertips, and looked at Amanta deeply.

She did not refute immediately, nor did she analyze calmly as usual, but fell silent.

She was shaken.

She began to doubt her position, her allies, and whether she could fully rely on them.

Julius was in an especially good mood.

He knew that once the seed of doubt was planted, it would take root in her heart.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the night at the end of the corridor with a deep gaze.

This game of chess has just begun.

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Amanta was still sitting on the bench, her fingers pressed against the pages of the book, her eyes sweeping across their faces, some subtle emotions surging in her heart.

Draco's silence, Harry's hesitation...

Just as she was about to say something else, she heard Draco frowning slightly and breaking the silence with a slightly impatient tone: "Amanta, what are you thinking about here? It's time to go."

She came back to her senses, her eyes moved slightly: "Where to?"

Harry smiled and stretched, raising an eyebrow at her: "You didn't forget? There is Snape's Occlumency class tonight."

Amanta narrowed her eyes slightly and paused for thought.

...Yes, today is their weekly training time.

The three of them had been under individual instruction by Snape for three months.

Although their brain-blocking skills have improved, and sometimes they can even resist Snape's invasion, but -

The recent situation is not good.

There is no other reason.

These past few days, her "relationship" with Draco had been progressing... too fast.

Kiss, hug, whisper, get close...

These images flashed through her mind, and Amanta pursed her lips slightly.

Harry didn't notice it at all. He just reached out and patted her shoulder, urging her with a smile: "Let's go, or Snape will stare at us with his dead fish eyes again."

Draco snorted coldly and walked forward: "Humph, he stares at you the most."

"Come on, he's more interested in you and Amanta right now." Harry retorted bluntly, with a smirk on his face, "After all, you two...tsk, you've been very passionate lately."

Draco paused, his face darkening instantly.

"Shut up, Harry."

Amanta raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Harry meaningfully: "When did you become so gossipy?"

Harry grinned. "I've always been concerned about my friends' love lives."

Draco glanced at him and said coldly: "Your good friend is Luna, not us."

Harry shrugged and smiled wider.

Draco rolled his eyes and ignored him.

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Snape sat behind his chair, playing with his wand in his hand, his eyes as dark as ever.

When the three walked in, his eyes swept over them, lingering on Amanta and Draco for a moment longer.

"You finally came here?" Snape's tone was cold, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc with unknown meaning. "You three have been very busy these days, especially - my dear godson and Amanta, it seems that you are having some... more in-depth communication than brain occlusion?"

Amanta: “…”

Draco: "..."

Harry: “…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—”

Draco turned his head sharply and glared at Harry fiercely, while Amanta narrowed her eyes slightly and said calmly: "Professor, we are just here for class."

"Oh? Class?" Snape sneered, staring at them sharply, "Then please tell me, why did I see some...disgusting images in the last practice?"

Draco: "..."

Amanta: “…”

Harry was almost falling to the ground laughing.

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was suppressing some discomfort, and continued in his gloomy tone: "I thought that the brain block technique was to prevent outsiders from invading your mind, not to force me to watch you-"

He paused, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly: "Some emotionally rich... pictures."

Draco's face flushed instantly, his fingers clenched at his sides, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and in the end he could only say dryly: "Uh... Godfather..."

"Don't call me godfather." Snape's face was gloomy, "I don't want to acknowledge this relationship now."

Amanta coughed lightly, glanced sideways at Draco who looked embarrassed, and finally asked calmly: "Then let's... start training?"

Snape looked at them coldly and said in a grim tone: "Clean up your emotions, otherwise, I don't mind stripping away your memories one by one in front of you."

Amanta narrowed her eyes slightly, Draco's face froze, and Harry... he almost died of laughter.

After the initial awkward phase, Amanta and Draco finally calmed down and refocused on training Occlumency.

The three of them stood before Snape, brows furrowed, trying to resist his invasion.

Snape's wand twirled between his fingertips, his eyes sharp and calm, like a precise blade, easily tearing through their defenses.

Draco's breathing was slightly rapid and a little sweat seeped out of his forehead. He had tried his best to calm himself, but Snape's mental shock was still too much for him to withstand.

Harry stood aside with his lips pursed and his eyes flickering slightly, obviously gritting his teeth and holding on.

Amanta narrowed her eyes slightly and her mind was tense. She knew that Snape was trying to break through her defenses, but her mind was like an airtight barrier that kept him out.

One minute, two minutes...five minutes passed.

Snape finally withdrew his wand, his brows raised slightly.

"There's progress." He spoke slowly. His tone was still cold, but compared to his usual harshness, there was a hint of imperceptible recognition.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, stood up straight, with a bit of pride on his face: "Of course, I am Malfoy."

Harry panted and rolled his eyes: "You almost couldn't stand just now, and Malfoy..."

"Harry, if you say one more word, I swear your Quidditch broom will mysteriously disappear tomorrow morning," Draco threatened through gritted teeth.

Harry pretended to be frightened and raised his hands exaggeratedly: "Okay, okay, I'll shut up."

Snape glanced at them with a cold look, and the corners of his mouth curled up with disdain: "Oh, don't worry, Harry, even if your broom mysteriously disappeared, your performance on the Quidditch field will not be any worse."

Harry's smile disappeared instantly. "Professor, you are going too far! Madam Hooch praised me for my talent!"

Amanta sighed helplessly and rubbed her brows gently: "Professor, can we go now?"

Snape snorted coldly, as if he wanted to continue mocking Harry, but in the end he just waved his hand: "Harry, get out, don't get in the way."

Harry immediately turned around happily and waved to Draco and Amanta with a smile: "Then I'll be leaving first, I wish you good luck!"

Draco glared at him coldly: "Don't be too proud, Harry."

However, just as Draco and Amanta were about to leave, Snape suddenly said, "Amanta, you stay."

Draco frowned, stopped, and looked back in confusion: "What?"

Snape glanced sharply at Amanta and said in a cold tone: "I have something to ask Amanta alone."

Amanta raised her eyebrows slightly, her heart moving.

Draco's expression instantly became alert, his eyes wandered between the two of them, and finally looked at Amanta hesitantly: "Do you want me to stay?"

Amanta shook her head slightly, motioning for him to go first.

Draco frowned, seeming a little reluctant, but finally turned and left, glancing at Snape warily before leaving.