Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The Ministry of Magic responded faster than they expected.

Within just a few days after the anonymous letter was sent, the atmosphere in Hogsmeade changed noticeably - Aurors began to patrol the streets, and in the village tavern, several wizards passing by began to whisper.

"Have you heard? There are some unidentified men in black hanging around nearby recently."

"Three days ago, I heard an old wizard at the Three Broomsticks say that when he was going home in the middle of the night, he saw a suspicious man with a hood on. He was tall and might be a fugitive."

"A friend of mine said that he seemed to have seen it. I heard it was... Sirius Black?"

These gossips spread quickly in just a few days, and the wizards in Hogsmeade became extremely vigilant.

Whenever night falls, the streets are deserted and everyone carefully closes their shop doors, unwilling to stay outside for too long.

At the same time, the Ministry of Magic also began to take action.

Dementors still roamed around the edges of the castle, but this time, their numbers had increased significantly, and they even appeared further out of Hogwarts, lingering by the Black Lake and wandering near the Forbidden Forest.

More importantly, the Aurors are here too.

"Look!"

One morning, while munching on a piece of baked pumpkin pie, Harry gestured with his chin for them to look out the window of the Great Hall.

Amanta and Draco followed his gaze and, sure enough, in the distance, near the gate of Hogwarts, several wizards in dark robes were patrolling back and forth.

They held wands, looked alert, exchanged whispers from time to time, and kept scanning the surrounding environment.

"It seems that the Ministry of Magic can no longer sit still." Amanta whispered.

Harry sat at the Slytherin table, pointing excitedly at the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"Look here! The Ministry of Magic has sent out Aurors to patrol!" he whispered, "They even strengthened the protection measures of Hogwarts! It seems that it really worked this time!"

Amanta raised the corners of her lips: "I said the Ministry of Magic would be caught. After all, they have always been very concerned about the safety of you, the 'savior'."

Draco rolled his eyes.

"They don't care about Harry. They are afraid that the enemy will reappear and completely overturn their regime."

Harry shrugged and continued flipping through the newspaper. "Anyway, Antonin probably won't be able to get close to you easily now."

Draco leaned back in his chair, his expression complicated: "You guys really put on a good show."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Hey, this isn't a play. You don't want to be targeted by that lunatic again, do you?"

Draco was silent for a few seconds, then slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Your strategy really worked. After the Ministry of Magic stepped up patrols, he never came to me again."

Amanta narrowed her eyes and whispered, "That means he may have left..."

Harry interrupted, "Why don't we celebrate? This means we won the game! Cheers to Slytherin's clever planning!"

Draco glanced at him.

"Don't be too happy too soon. He just avoided me temporarily. It doesn't mean he won't come back."

Amanta nodded thoughtfully.

Indeed, Antonin Dolohov was an experienced Death Eater and it was impossible for him to disappear completely just because of a little disturbance.

But at least - they were temporarily free from the threat.

However, just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she caught a glimpse of a figure at the other end of the dining table.

Julius was sitting there quietly, with a faint smile on his face, his eyes fixed on them with a thoughtful look.

He said nothing, didn't move closer, and didn't even try to show interest.

But Amanta just knew—he was watching.

She felt a slight chill on her back and alarm bells rang in her heart.

Antonin Dolohov was gone, but Julius was still here.

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Before we knew it, it is already May.

The temperature is getting warmer, and the Hogwarts campus is already filled with greenery.

Spring had not yet completely faded, but during this time, Draco's Dark Mark attacks had become less and less frequent, and Dolohov's threats seemed to have become a thing of the past.

In addition, Dolohov did not seem to have really found Narcissa as he said.

Amanta, Draco and Harry were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and enjoy a rare moment of peace.

After a class, Julius called out to Astoria who was passing by.

The girl was wearing a Slytherin school robe. The smile on her face seemed harmless, but there was a kind of subtle shrewdness hidden in her eyes.

Julius leaned against a stone pillar nearby, his tone gentle and somewhat nonchalant.

"Haven't you always liked Draco?"

Astoria was slightly startled, then she giggled and said, "Like? Mr. Hoffman, you are such a joke. I just... respect him. The Malfoy family is a prominent family."

Julius raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at her meaningfully.

"It's a pity that his heart has been occupied by someone else, isn't it?" He whispered, his eyes cold, "You have always been unwilling to accept it, haven't you?"

Astoria didn't say anything, but at that moment, she clenched the hem of her skirt, and her fingertips turned slightly white.

Of course she knew that Draco liked Amanta.

And Amanta... always seemed like an unshakable existence, elegant, smart, and powerful, making people hate her but feel helpless.

Julius saw what she was thinking and smiled, his voice gentle but mixed with an unknown danger.

"What if I can give you a chance? Make Amanta suspicious of Draco... and create a rift in their relationship. Are you willing to give it a try?"

Astoria's eyes flickered slightly and her heartbeat quickened.