Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The night had barely begun when Harry excitedly summoned Amanta and Draco to his room.

"Amanta, Draco, let's go exploring!"

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Amanta and Draco turned to look at him.

"What do you want to do again?" Draco frowned, his face full of the warning of "don't cause me trouble".

Harry blinked, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "I just heard from the house elves that there is a mysterious room hidden in a guest room of Malfoy Manor. It will only appear at a certain time. Shall we go and take a look?"

Amanta calmly opened a book she had just taken out of the Sage's Ring.

"Harry, you said the same thing last year, and all we found was a bunch of antique teacups and a copy of The Complete Works of Wizarding Etiquette."

Draco scoffed.

"Yes, that was a book I read when I was a child. You held it in your arms and read it for half an hour. You felt like you were brainwashed by the nobles."

"But it's definitely true this year!" Harry patted his chest, "Maybe we can find some secret weapon of dark magic passed down from the Malfoy family?"

Amanta closed the book indifferently.

"Are you expecting to find something to use against Voldemort?"

The corner of Draco's mouth twitched: "Harry, you think your arms are too complete, right?"

Harry blinked innocently.

"Hey, don't be so cowardly. Even if something happens, can you not save me?"

Amanta held her forehead with her hand, and said helplessly: "What kind of shady logic is this?"

However... under Harry's persistence, they were somehow led to carry out the strange action of visiting Malfoy Manor at night.

Three people sneaked into a dim corridor.

Draco walked in front, his expression full of reluctance, but he still raised his wand to illuminate the way ahead.

Harry lowered his voice.

"I heard that there is a very mysterious house here that outsiders can't find at all—"

Before he could finish his words, Amanta kicked open a hidden door in front of her.

Inside the door, a huge room came into view, brightly lit and filled with all kinds of...breathtakingly gorgeous clothes.

Harry: “…?”

Amanta blinked: "...Draco, you don't have a hidden cloakroom, do you?"

The corner of Draco's mouth twitched, and his forehead twitched as he stared at the room full of custom-made dresses, cloaks, jewel-studded boots and various luxurious accessories.

"Damn house-elves! Who told them to call the spare cloakroom in my room the mysterious room?!"

Harry walked in with a look of shock on his face and picked up a silk nightgown embroidered with silver thread and snakeskin.

"Oh my god, Draco, do you really wear something so flashy to bed at home?"

Amanta also curiously picked up an extremely delicate wool cloak and touched it.

"This is much better than the ones sold in Hogsmeade..."

Draco snatched the clothes from their hands expressionlessly and said through gritted teeth: "Take your dirty hands away!"

"Tsk, so stingy." Harry curled his lips.

Amanta glanced around thoughtfully: "Draco, now that you're here, why don't we... let us try out a new look for you?"

Draco said: "...what?"

Harry jumped up excitedly.

"Yes, yes, yes! Let us change your robes! Let's see how many different styles our Master Malfoy can have!"

Draco took a step back, his face alert: "Don't even think about it--"

A few minutes later.

Draco stood in front of the mirror, his face dark.

——He was wearing an overly gorgeous royal-style tuxedo and an overly flashy golden silk scarf.

Harry and Amanta stood aside, clapping and cheering.

"Draco, you really are... a natural aristocrat. This suit suits you so well!" Harry grinned.

Amanta stroked her chin and commented seriously: "Not bad, but this scarf...isn't it a bit too much?"

Draco took a deep breath, trying to maintain his aristocratic demeanor.

"Well, Harley, you're not going to walk out of this room alive."

Harry ran to the door decisively: "Run--!"

Amanta followed with a smile: "Wait for me!"

Draco chased after them angrily: "You two, come back here!"

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After their night visit failed, the three sneaked back to the hall and prepared to drink some hot chocolate to calm down.

But before they could sit down, Narcissa came over with a plate of homemade snacks.

"Have some dessert, kids," she smiled tenderly.

Harry's eyes lit up, and he reached out and took a piece without hesitation. After taking a bite -

His expression instantly froze.

Amanta hesitated for a moment and took a small sip.

…This taste is even more subtle than the food at the dinner party.

It seems to be a wonderful thing between dessert and medicine.

Draco was already used to it, so he picked up the teacup elegantly and pretended not to see it.

Narcissa looked at Harry tenderly: "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Harry swallowed it with difficulty, his eyes filled with despair, but with a smile on his face: "Uh... very... unique taste..."

Amanta silently pushed the plate a little towards Draco: "Eat more."

Draco glanced at her coldly: "You are really becoming more and more ungrateful."

"I think I might need some pumpkin juice," Harry muttered.

In the end, the first day of Christmas vacation was spent in chaos and joy, with Narcissa's homemade snacks and someone's aesthetic crisis.