Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

"No, that won't work at all."

Amanta stared at the potion on the table. The liquid had a dark luster under the light and exuded a strong disgusting smell.

Draco sat opposite her, with a forced sneer on his lips: "I've said it before, the potion won't work on the Dark Mark."

Harry stood aside with a serious look on his face, his wand still in his hand.

He had just tried some kind of healing magic, but it had no effect.

"Then try something else," Harry insisted. "It's not like there's really no solution at all."

Draco leaned back in his chair, his tone revealing a trace of fatigue: "Unless Voldemort dies, the mark will not disappear. You don't want me to kill him now, do you?"

The air was silent for a moment.

Amanta's fingertips tightened unconsciously. She had seen the pain of the Dark Mark more than once. Draco had trouble sleeping at night recently. The black mark on his arm became hot from time to time, making him sweat coldly.

This is by no means ordinary pain, but a kind of shackles, a bondage, and a torture to the soul.

She didn't want Draco to suffer this alone.

There has to be another way.

"…Ministry of Magic."

Amanta suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence.

Draco frowned and turned to look at her: "What do you mean?"

Amanta pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "What if the Ministry of Magic begins to notice Death Eater activities near Hogwarts? What if they think there are people wandering around the school, or even... an escaped prisoner from Azkaban?"

Draco sneered, "You want the Ministry to arrest Dolohov? Come on, they don't even know who's hanging around Hogwarts."

Amanta shrugged, but her expression was extremely serious: "Then we will let them know."

Draco's eyes flickered slightly.

He quickly understood what she meant.

"You plan to report anonymously?"

Harry also reacted, his eyes lit up: "Right! We create trouble, draw the attention of the Ministry of Magic, and let them clean up Dolohov!"

Draco sneered.

"Oh? What are you going to do? Just write a letter to the Ministry saying there are Death Eaters roaming around here? Do you think they'll believe it?"

Amanta curled the corners of her mouth, her eyes revealing a hint of calculation.

"Yes, just a random letter, maybe they won't care, of course, but we can make the Ministry think that 'a certain dangerous fugitive' is near Hogwarts, such as... the one they have been worried about."

Her eyes moved to Harry's face, and Harry quickly understood what she meant.

Harry's eyes widened. "You mean... to let the Ministry think Sirius is near Hogwarts?"

"Right," Amanta nodded, "The Ministry of Magic has been worried that Sirius would come looking for you. The Azkaban escape has made them wary of him. If we convince them that he has been wandering around Hogsmeade recently and may even break into Hogwarts, they will definitely send people to strengthen security."

"Good idea!" Harry clapped his hands. "Sirius happens to be active nearby all the time and has been seen many times before."

"Are you crazy?" Draco's eyes widened and he sat up straight. "You want to risk your godfather?!"

Harry winked slyly, "Of course not. I've long felt that it's too dangerous for him to stay here - but I've urged him several times, and he's never been in a hurry to go home."

"Listen to me," Amanta took a deep breath and said firmly, "Sirius is already active near Hogwarts. We just need to...let the Ministry of Magic 'discover' his whereabouts, and they will definitely send Aurors."

Draco's tone was filled with impatience: "Do you think the Ministry of Magic is stupid? They will just believe a letter?"

Harry shook his head. "If one isn't enough, then ten, twenty."

Amanta spoke calmly.

"We can use different handwriting and wording to create multiple anonymous letters of complaint, so that the Ministry of Magic will think that there are indeed suspicious people around Hogwarts."

Harry nodded. "Yes, and it's not just 'a certain Death Eater'. We can see in several letters that someone saw 'a man who looked like Sirius' in Hogsmeade. The Ministry of Magic will definitely be nervous."

Draco frowned. "Are you sure this won't hurt Black? If the Ministry of Magic sends someone after him--"

Harry waved his hand and smiled slyly.

"Don't worry, before we send the letter, I will tell Sirius in advance to leave Hogsmeade and go home to hide."

"By the way, we also need to write a letter in advance to warn or hint Uncle Lucius." Amanta suggested, "Regarding Aunt Narcissa's safety."

Draco shook his head.

"There's no need to worry about mother. Since they came to see father last time, he has stepped up his protection of mother."

"That's good." Harry pouted. "Although Aunt Narcissa's cooking skills are... hellish, I still hope to taste the desserts she makes every Christmas."

Amanta raised her eyes and looked at Draco.

"What do you think?" she asked.

Draco was silent for a moment, his eyes moving between her and Harry, and finally he sighed and leaned back in his chair: "It's up to you, I'm not good at this anyway."

Amanta raised the corners of her lips: "Then it's settled."

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The next day, Amanta, Harry and Draco gathered in a corner of the library, discussing in a low voice how to create a letter of denunciation.

“The handwriting can’t be too similar,” Amanta whispered. “Each letter must be written by a different person, and the tone must be different.”

Harry had taken out the parchment and was beginning to imitate the handwriting of different people in different ways.

"Some people use formal terms, like 'Dear Minister of Magic,'" Harry said as he wrote.

"Some people will write casual, common wizarding complaints, like 'Are you guys taking care of the security at Hogwarts?'" Amanda added.

"Others should be a little panicked, describing how they saw 'a figure that looked very much like Sirius Black' sneaking around the school." Draco leaned against the table and made a light suggestion.

Harry raised an eyebrow: "Draco, you are quite experienced in forging letters of denunciation?"

Draco snorted and ignored him.

Amanta laughed and continued to concentrate on revising the wording.

A few hours later, they finally finished writing a batch of anonymous letters.

Harry nodded with satisfaction. "Okay, now we just need to send them out one by one using different owls."

Amanta looked at the stack of letters, her eyes flickering slightly.

Hopefully this will work and put Dolohov out of sight for good.

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That night, Harry contacted Sirius using Floo powder.

In the flames, Sirius's slightly tired face emerged.

"Harry? You're looking for me so late, is there something wrong?" There was a hint of surprise in his voice.

Harry said bluntly: "We have a plan that requires you to stay out of the spotlight for a while."

Sirius raised his brow, "It doesn't sound like a good plan."

Harry gave a dry laugh and explained.

After listening to this, Sirius raised his eyebrows and looked at Amanta: "Let me guess, who came up with this idea?"

Amanta smiled slightly: "We discussed it together."

Sirius held his forehead and sighed.

"You little bastards... But, okay, I should really stay away."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief: "You go home first, and we'll meet again after this period is over."

Sirius nodded with a helpless smile on his face.

"You really are... a perfect Slytherin. You are shrewd and calculating. Okay, remember to be careful and don't mess up."

The flames died down and Harry looked back at Amanta and Draco.

"Now, we just have to wait for the Ministry of Magic to take the bait." His eyes sparkled with excitement.