Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The Christmas holiday passed quickly, and soon, it was the day they were looking forward to the most -

Tonight is the Christmas ball at Malfoy Manor. Invitations have already been sent to all the major wizarding families in Britain, and several of their acquaintances from Hogwarts are naturally among the invited guests.

Including Neville, Cedric, and Luna, of course.

Malfoy Manor is decorated with gorgeous Christmas decorations like a fairy tale world. The dazzling crystal chandeliers cast soft golden light, warm flames burn in the fireplace, and the air is filled with the aroma of pine and cinnamon.

Before officially entering the ball, a few people were still dawdling in a room in Malfoy Manor.

"Amanta, come out, don't dawdle."

Draco stood in the doorway.

He was wearing a well-tailored black custom-made suit with an exquisite silver snake collar pin on his chest, which was low-key yet luxurious.

His platinum-blond hair had been carefully groomed, and normally he had a hint of boyish pride, but now he looked unusually noble and mature.

He knocked on the door impatiently: "Hurry up, don't keep us waiting too long--"

The door was pushed open gently.

Draco's voice stopped abruptly, and the next second, his heart seemed to skip a beat.

Amanta walked out slowly.

She was wearing a dark green velvet dress. The skirt was light and flowing, slightly fitting around her waist, making her figure look elegant and smooth.

The details of the skirt are outlined with silver threads to create snake-like patterns, which glow faintly under the light.

Her ears were adorned with a pair of obsidian earrings, which swayed slightly in the candlelight, setting off her light blue eyes, which looked calm and deep.

She looked up and her eyes met Draco's.

"What?" She raised her eyebrows slightly, "What's the problem?"

Draco's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes lingered on her collarbone for a moment, then quickly moved away.

"No...no." He tried to remain calm, but his speech slowed down unconsciously.

However, his ears were already slightly tinged with red.

Harry was so happy when he saw this that he patted Draco on the shoulder and said with a smirk, "Draco, your ears are red."

"Shut up, Harry," Draco gritted his teeth.

Amanta looked at his awkward expression and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

Her eyes slowly slid over Draco's figure.

Draco today... doesn't seem bad?

The black suit made his figure look tall and slender, his golden hair fell softly in front of his forehead, his delicate facial features looked more three-dimensional under the candlelight, and he exuded a natural aristocratic air.

...As expected of Master Malfoy, he is so handsome.

Amanta blinked, quickly retracted her gaze, calmly adjusted the hem of her skirt, and said nonchalantly: "Let's go, don't let them wait too long."

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In the ballroom, the crystal chandeliers sparkled, wizards were dressed in their best attire, and the sound of conversation and elegant music filled the ears.

As soon as Amanta, Draco and Harry entered, they saw Neville, Cedric and Luna had already arrived and were standing aside chatting.

When Harry saw Luna, he immediately came over: "Hey, you're finally here!"

Luna still looked as if she was daydreaming.

She smiled slightly and said softly, "The decorations in the Malfoy house are very interesting. There seem to be dancing elves on the Christmas tree... Will they crawl to your bedside and sing in the middle of the night?"

Harry hesitated, "Uh... I hope not."

Neville and Cedric nodded to Amanta and Draco, smiled and said, "Long time no see."

However, at this moment, an unexpected figure suddenly appeared at the door of the hall.

—Julius Hoffmann.

Amanta's pupils shrank slightly.

Julius was standing tall in a black high-necked suit, his black hair was combed meticulously, and his pale skin looked even gloomier under the light.

He looked calm, his eyes slowly sweeping across the crowd, finally stopping on Amanta.

He smiled slightly, his eyes carrying an ambiguous meaning.

Draco's brows furrowed instantly, and he looked at him sharply: "Why is he here?"

Harry also looked at Julius in surprise.

"No way... Who invited him?"

Lucius was passing by them at this time, slightly confused: "What's wrong? I invited you."

They startled.

Lucius explained calmly, "The Hoffman family has a certain influence in Northern Europe. He recently transferred to Hogwarts, and I think he should be given some social opportunities."

Amanta frowned, looked at Julius, and bit her lower lip imperceptibly.

Julius's eyes still lingered on her, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he said slowly: "Ms. Merlin, you tonight... are really hard to look away."

Amanta took a deep breath and smiled faintly: "Mr. Hoffman..., you are an unexpected guest."

Draco stood in front of Amanta unhappily, his tone cold.

"It seems that you have adapted well to the student social circle at Hogwarts?"

Julius smiled softly, his voice gentle but with a certain weirdness: "You think too much, Master Malfoy, I just want to know more about some interesting people. And - you are the most interesting group."

His eyes moved between Amanta and Draco, as if hinting at something.

Amanta frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy.

Julius...is he planning something again?

Just as the appearance of Julius made the atmosphere tense, Astoria Greengrass, along with several girls from pure-blood families, quietly approached Draco.

"Brother Draco, you look so handsome tonight."

Astoria smiled sweetly, her tone innocent.

Several girls behind her also echoed: "Yes, Master Malfoy is the focus of the ball tonight."

Draco's face froze instantly.

Amanta raised her eyebrows, tapped the wine glass with her fingers, and a look of anticipation for a good show appeared on her face.

Astoria glanced at Amanta casually, her tone half smiling.

"However, Brother Draco, this time you did not invite a young lady from a pure-blood family to dance with you, but instead... chose this upstart Slytherin?"

Her tone was gentle, yet contained some tentativeness and hostility.

Amanta smiled slightly, raised her wine glass and shook it gently: "Oh? Is this considered...jealousy?"

Draco's face was grim, and he gritted his teeth and whispered: "Astoria, don't talk nonsense."

Julius watched this scene from the side, his smile deepened a little, and his eyes were meaningful.