Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The night horse carriage slowly drove into the solemn iron gate of Malfoy Manor, and the wheels rolled over the cobblestone road, making a crisp sound.

Amanta sat by the window, looking at the snow-covered rose garden outside, thinking silently. Draco sat beside her with his legs crossed. He seemed lazy and casual on the surface, but he was actually paying attention to her expression all the time.

And Harry——

He was excitedly describing to them his anticipation for Christmas dinner.

"Malfoy Manor has the best roast goose and whiskey butterscotch, and I couldn't resist."

Amanta glanced at him and said calmly, "Are you here to celebrate Christmas or to participate in the food competition?"

Draco sneered.

"Harry, as long as he has food to eat, there is nothing that cannot be solved."

"Of course!" Harry admitted without hesitation, his tone proud, "After all, life is hard enough, and delicious food is always needed to balance it out."

Amanta and Draco looked at each other and sighed at the same time.

The night horse carriage stopped at the main entrance of the manor. When we walked into the manor, warm lights fell on the marble floor of the hall. The decoration was luxurious and exquisite. There was a warm flame burning in the fireplace, and the air was filled with the smell of pine and sandalwood.

Narcissa, dressed in an elegant black gown, greeted them with a smile.

"Welcome home, kids."

Lucius stood beside her, his eyes sharp as usual, but with a subtle gentleness.

"You've had a hard journey. I think you must be hungry now. Let's go eat first."

Soon, they were led into the restaurant, where the table was filled with dishes that were so exquisite that they were almost works of art. The colors were matched as perfectly as a painting, the knife skills were delicate, and the plating was elegant.

Amanta was slightly startled as she looked at the food in front of her.

This... looks more refined than last year.

However, when she carefully scooped up a spoonful to taste it——

She almost couldn't keep her expression on the spot.

- Overly strong spice aroma, subtle sourness, overly soft meat, and that strange combination that doesn't seem to belong to the human diet.

She tried to look normal, put down the silver spoon, and nodded slightly: "...very exquisite cuisine."

Draco held the knife and fork in his fingers, looking at the food on his plate in silence. In the end, he just elegantly cut a small piece and put it into his mouth.

Then, still maintaining his perfect aristocratic demeanor, he silently put down his knife and fork and began to drink water.

And Harry——

Harry was eating vigorously, desperately, and quickly.

It's like completing some kind of survival mission.

He chewed expressionlessly, his eyes dull but his hands moving very fast, as if he wanted to end the battle as quickly as possible before his taste buds collapsed.

Amanta and Draco both looked at him in surprise.

While chewing, Harry managed to squeeze out a sentence: "It's delicious! It's really delicious!"

Amanta: “…”

Draco: "..."

Narcissa smiled slightly, seeming satisfied.

"Harry, you really have good taste."

Lucius coughed lightly, obviously noticing the subtle reactions of the three people, and considerately changed the subject.

"Amanta, I heard that you are very popular in the academy recently?"

Amanta raised her eyes, looked at Lucius, and shook her head gently: "You are exaggerating."

Lucius smiled.

“When I talked with several familiar clan leaders, everyone was talking about you. Your style of doing things… is very interesting and special.”

His eyes were sharp and tentative.

"If you want to develop your prestige in Slytherin, I can help you in the pure-blood family circle."

Amanta's eyes flickered slightly.

Lucius was courting her?

She was silent for a moment, then smiled slightly: "Mr. Malfoy's help is naturally appreciated."

After the meal, everyone moved to the reception room. The scent of cedar filled the air, and the firelight from the fireplace reflected on Lucius's stern profile.

He looked at Draco, his tone calm.

"Has anyone come to see you recently?"

Draco's fingertips holding the teacup tightened slightly, but his expression remained calm: "No."

Lucius narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at them, but he did not delve into it. Instead, he said slowly: "They have contacted me recently, but... I am no longer interested in them."

Narcissa frowned slightly, her tone revealing a hint of uneasiness: "Lucius..."

Lucius held her hand gently, his tone gentle.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Amanta saw it all and tapped her fingers on her knees.

She knew that Lucius was testing Draco, but more importantly -

He himself was gradually moving away from the Death Eaters' camp.

This may be good news for them, but it also means that the Malfoy family may be regarded as an enemy by Voldemort at any time.