Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The Christmas holidays were over and the new semester at Hogwarts had just begun, when some strange rumors began to spread around the school.

Many students were discussing quietly:

"Have you heard? Julius Hoffman... the Slytherin student who can teach people how to increase the power of spells."

"Really? I heard he cast a Stunning Spell on a certain fifth year student that was ridiculously strong! The professor almost noticed it."

"But he won't teach casually... It is said that if you want to get his guidance, you have to pay a price."

"The price? What is it?"

"I don't know...it seems like some kind of ancient ritual?"

These whispers spread among the long tables of different colleges, and students who were dissatisfied with the existing magic courses or had ambitions paid special attention to the news.

Amanta sat quietly at the Slytherin table, holding a glass of pumpkin juice, and glanced at several junior students in the hall.

They were gathered together, talking in low voices, with excitement in their eyes.

Her fingertips tapped the rim of the cup unconsciously, and her eyes flickered slightly.

Julius...

What is he planning?

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At the same time, in a secret basement in the castle—

Julius sat at the table, flipping through an ancient collection of spells absentmindedly.

Opposite him stood several Slytherin and Ravenclaw students, with expressions of awe and temptation on their faces.

"Are you sure... as long as I learn this, the power of the spell will be stronger than that of ordinary students?" One of the senior students asked in a low voice, with a little desire flashing in his eyes.

Julius smiled, his smile elegant and restrained, like that of a patient mentor.

"Of course," he said in a calm tone, revealing convincing confidence, "but you should know that all power has a price... Since you hope to have more powerful magic, you must be willing to pay a small price."

He slowly pushed open a black notebook, and the inky cover flashed a strange luster under the candlelight.

"Here, just leave a drop of blood."

The student looked at his notebook hesitantly, then glanced furtively at Julius.

Seeing Julius's calm expression, the hesitation in his heart was gradually overwhelmed by his growing ambition.

He bit his lower lip lightly, and finally nodded. He picked up the wand and cut a shallow wound on his fingertips. A drop of blood slowly fell on the title page of the diary.

In an instant, faint black ripples spread across the paper and quickly disappeared between the words.

Julius's eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"Very good." He gently closed the notebook and looked at the other person calmly, "Now, let's get started."

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A few days later, the rumors about Hogwarts spread more and more.

One day, Amanta was walking in the corridor leading to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and happened to pass by several students who were talking in low voices.

She paused slightly and heard one of the junior Slytherins say excitedly, "...The trick Julius taught me yesterday really works! My Spell of Summoning has at least doubled the distance of before!"

"Is this true? How did he do it?"

"I don't know, but he's really good... He seems to know a lot of spells that Hogwarts doesn't teach."

"Is this Professor Durmstrang's dark magic? It's too powerful..."

Amanta's brows furrowed slightly.

She didn't look back or stop, but her mind was quickly analyzing the information.

Julius's attainments in magic are indeed extraordinary, but he is neither a Ravenclaw nor someone who spends all day in the library like Hermione. Where does his knowledge come from?

More importantly - why would someone like him help others?

Amanta narrowed her eyes.

He would never do these things without a reason.