Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The cellar was filled with cold air, and Snape's office, as always, smelled of a bitter, complex herbal aroma.

Amanta, Draco and Harry stood in front of the desk. Snape sat in a high-backed chair, his bony fingers folded together, looking at them sharply.

"Professor, regarding the Ravenclaw crown..." Amanta began, her tone calm, "We need your help."

Snape's brows furrowed slightly.

He said in a low voice: "Don't you know what I have been studying these months? The evil curse on the crown is more terrible than you can imagine. Not only are there many of them, but they are also intertwined with each other. Once you try to remove them at will, it is very likely to cause irreversible consequences."

Amanta's knuckles tightened slightly.

"So, you haven't found a solution yet? ... Or a feasible idea?"

Snape raised his eyes and looked at her coldly: "If I had found a way, would I have waited until now?"

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Snape drummed his fingers on the table, his tone still full of his usual sarcasm.

"Don't rush it, Miss Merlin. I will continue to study the matter of the crown, and your first priority is to ensure that you will not be harmed by the backlash of dark magic."

He glanced at the three of them, his voice low and silky, "How's your Occlumency going?"

Draco and Harry looked at each other and then nodded.

"It's much better than before. At least, I was able to block some invasions when you tried last time." Amanta replied.

Snape sneered, obviously dissatisfied: "You are so confident just because you can block 'some'?"

He stood up, his black robe fluttering slightly in the cold wind of the cellar. "If you can't even protect your own thoughts, how can you face darker magic?"

Amanta was silent for a moment, then raised her eyes firmly and said, "Professor, we want to learn the Unforgivable Curses."

“Now,” she added, “I think now is the right time.”

Snape's movements paused slightly, and his dark eyes narrowed as he glanced at the three people.

"Learn now?" His tone was low and no emotion could be heard.

"Yes, now," Draco repeated, a hint of nervousness in his tone, but more of determination.

Harry said nothing, but his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

Snape's gaze stayed on them, and he was silent for a long time. Finally, he slowly sat back in his chair, folded his fingers, and his eyes were so cold that it made people shudder.

"Do you know what you are talking about?"

Amanta looked straight at him: "Professor, we are not trying to abuse the dark magic, but to destroy the Horcruxes and protect ourselves..."

Snape sneered: "That sounds like a very high-sounding reason. Do you know how many wizards, under the pretext of 'protecting themselves', eventually became slaves to the dark arts?"

His tone was cold and stern, "The Unforgivable Curses are not ordinary magic. They will change a person's mind, making your soul gradually accustomed to darkness, or even addicted to it. If you want to learn it, you must bear the consequences."

The air froze for a moment.

Amanta's breathing became slightly heavier, and her heart was beating rapidly in her chest.

"We've thought about it." Her voice remained calm. "We won't abuse it."

Harry spoke at this time, his tone was unusually serious: "Professor, we have decided. But we also know the dangers of the Dark Arts, so the three of us have agreed..."

He turned to look at Amanta and Draco, his eyes firm.

"The Unforgivable Curse can only be used to destroy a Horcrux or protect yourself. Other than that, it must never be used."

Draco nodded: "We will supervise each other, and if someone crosses the line, we will definitely stop him."

Snape was silent for a moment, tapping the table lightly with his fingertips, his eyes deep.

After a long while, he slowly said, "Are you guys...really ready?"

The three of them nodded without hesitation.

Snape narrowed his eyes and looked at them coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "Very good, since you are so persistent..."

He paused, his eyes scanning them sharply.

"Well, from now on, you must strictly follow my rules - continue to strengthen your Occlumency and ensure that your mind is strong enough to not be corrupted by the dark arts."

The three did not refute.

Snape slowly stood up, picked up his wand, and looked deep: "Tomorrow night, the content of our course will be a little different."

The air stagnated slightly.

Amanta's knuckles tightened slightly, and her heartbeat quickened for a moment.

They are about to truly come into contact with the dark arts.