Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

It was just a normal night.

Amanta was half leaning on the sofa, flipping through an ancient book in her hand, trying to find clues about the Blue Eye and the Ravenclaw Crown.

It was a dark night, with a faint fire burning in the fireplace in the common room and the black lake outside the window was so dark that it seemed to swallow everything.

Harry suddenly rushed from the dormitory to her, grabbed her arm, his face panicked and his tone urgent.

"Amanta, hurry! Draco's...mark is acting up again!"

She looked up suddenly and her heart tightened.

"what?!"

Draco's Dark Mark hasn't worked for a long time, how come?

Harry handed over the Invisibility Cloak.

"Stop talking, come and take a look!"

Amanta quickly grabbed the Invisibility Cloak and put it on, then followed Harry towards the men's dormitory.

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Once the door of the Slytherin dormitory was closed, the sounds outside were completely blocked out.

As soon as Amanta entered, she saw Draco curled up on the bed, his body shaking uncontrollably, cold sweat on his forehead, and his right hand tightly grasping the Dark Mark on his left arm.

The black mark surged and twisted on his pale skin, burning a circle of scarlet blood.

The pain almost swallowed him up.

"Damn it...!" Draco gasped, his voice trembling and his nails almost digging into his flesh.

Amanta quickly stepped forward, pulled out the potion bottle she carried with her, and poured a few drops into his hand.

"Hold on, drink this first."

Draco was in so much pain that he was in a trance. Just as he was about to take the bottle of medicine, he suddenly felt a severe burning sensation.

His whole body trembled violently, his hands shook, and the potion bottle slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground, the glass shattering and the potion spilling all over the floor.

Amanta's pupils shrank and she immediately bent down to grab a new bottle of potion.

But Draco suddenly shook off her outstretched hand, panting and growling: "It's useless... It's useless!"

Harry also rushed over, anxiously saying, "Don't move, drink the medicine first! At least it can relieve the pain a little!"

"This little bit of medicine...can it stop what?!"

Draco's emotions finally got out of control, his voice was low and hoarse, filled with suppressed anger and pain.

"Although Dolohov hasn't appeared in the past few months, do you think...he will really let me go?!"

Veins bulged on his forehead, and the knuckles of his clenched arms turned white, as if his flesh was about to be torn apart in the next second.

"They won't let me go... won't let me go..." Draco panted, his emotions on the verge of losing control, "I should have known... sooner or later... sooner or later..."

Amanta's heart tightened. Seeing him almost collapse from the pain, it felt like her chest was stabbed.

Without giving it any more thought, she reached out and pulled him into her arms, clasping her hands tightly on his back, feeling his violent breathing.

His body was shaking, his fingertips were turning white from exerting too much force, his face was frighteningly pale, and cold sweat was sliding down his forehead and falling between his furrowed brows.

He was breathing rapidly, as if he was trying to suppress something, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of hidden pain.

"No." She leaned against his neck, her firm voice passing over his ears, "You won't go through this alone, Draco."

Draco froze for a moment, as if he had been hit by something, and his breathing stagnated.

Amanta hugged him tightly, her palms against his thin back, and could feel his tense muscles twitching slightly in pain.

She slowly slid her hand down his arm, trying to relieve some of the pain.

But when he touched the burning Dark Mark, Draco suddenly tightened his shoulders and a restrained, hoarse gasp escaped from his throat, as if his most sensitive wound was touched.

"Draco, calm down..." She whispered soothingly, her voice very soft and with extremely restrained tenderness.

"calm?"

Draco sneered hoarsely, as if he was mocking himself, but also as if he was despairing about the whole thing.

"How long do you think I can stay calm? I'm enduring this damn burning sensation, wondering when they'll suddenly show up and drag me away... You won't understand, Amanta."

His head rested on her shoulder, his eyes were red, his chest heaved violently, and his arms trembled, as if he was finally crushed by something.

"You don't understand..." His voice was hoarse, revealing an unconcealable fatigue.

Amanta's heart suddenly sank.

Of course she understands.

But even if she understood, she was still powerless.

The Dark Mark was like a curse, binding Draco tightly. No matter how he struggled, he could not break free.

But she couldn't let him go through this alone.

She slowly loosened her grip and stepped back, allowing herself to meet Draco's gaze, her blue eyes reflecting his disarray and pain.

"Listen, Draco," she said in a low, firm voice, with unquestionable power, "you are not alone."

Draco's eyes flickered slightly, and he seemed to want to say something, but the next second, a greater force suddenly enveloped both of them.

Harry rushed forward and hugged the two of them without hesitation, holding them tightly in his arms.

"Stop imagining this, Draco!" Harry's voice was even more urgent than before, with a hint of anger. "Who do you think we are? Do you think we won't find out if you don't tell us? If you dare to keep it a secret from us again, I swear... I will definitely beat you up!"

Draco was in pain from being held by him. He struggled for a while and frowned, "Harry, are you crazy?!"

"Of course I'm crazy," Harry held his shoulders tightly, staring into his eyes, his tone serious beyond usual, "I'm crazy enough to fight this crap with you, don't you feel touched?"

Draco gritted his teeth, his throat rolled slightly, and he seemed to be so angry that he couldn't speak.

"I've seen it a long time ago," Harry took a deep breath and continued, "You never thought of letting us share the burden from the beginning to the end, and you always carried it all by yourself. Are you stupid? Have you forgotten who we are?"

He suddenly increased his strength and hugged the two of them tighter.

"The Slytherin trio, Amanda, Draco, and me, Harry Potter." His tone suddenly slowed down a bit, with a rare hint of seriousness, "No matter what, there are three of us."

Amanta was stunned.

Then, he clasped his arms and hugged the two of them tightly.

Yes, there are three of them.

They had been a unit since before they entered Hogwarts.

Whether it's late-night conversations in the Slytherin dormitory, or all kinds of secret operations, or life-and-death decisions when facing Voldemort and the Death Eaters...

They were never really apart.

She felt Draco's shoulders tremble slightly under her palm.

He is as stubborn as a hedgehog, covered with thorns, but he always hides his real wounds in the deepest part and doesn't let anyone touch them.

But now, a corner of his disguise has finally collapsed.

He lowered his head, his breathing was a little disordered, as if he had been hit hard by something.

"...You guys are really annoying." He uttered in a low voice, with a hint of tiredness and helplessness in his voice.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"If you dare to act arrogantly again, I will be even more annoyed."

Amanta laughed, reached out and held Draco's arm, gently tightening her grip.

"You'll get used to it," she said softly, her eyes firm.

"Don't say 'you don't understand',"

Harry patted Draco on the back, his tone serious enough to shock people.

"We have always been three people. No matter what happens, we will not separate. If you continue to fight alone like this, I swear... even if you don't want to implicate us, I will take the initiative to let you implicate me."

The air suddenly became silent.

Draco opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something in rebuttal, but in the end, he just closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Amanta felt the tremor on his spine and a stuffy feeling in her heart.

After a long moment, Draco spoke in a low voice, his voice filled with fatigue that was difficult to conceal.

"……Thanks."

Amanta chuckled, tightened her arms around him, and said in a gentle yet firm tone: "Just get used to it."

The night was dark and the firelight from the fireplace shone on them. The warm orange light and shadow intertwined, seeming warmer than ever.

Draco didn't say anything else, but slowly closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and his shoulders were no longer so tense.

They snuggled together quietly, and no one mentioned the heaviness and pain again.

But they both knew that their bond was stronger than any magic.

The three of them leaned together.

Amanta's heart gradually calmed down.

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Life at Hogwarts seemed to have returned to a delicate balance.

The relationship between Amanta, Draco, and Harry was stronger than ever, and they no longer mentioned the unspoken differences between them.

Even...Amanta and Draco's relationship silently became closer.

The eye contact between the two increased.

There are also the unintentional touches when walking in the corridor, and the unconscious approach when talking in a low voice...

Subtle and natural, a kind of tacit understanding that has never been expressed in words grows quietly.

But not everyone is happy about it.

Astoria sat on the side of the Slytherin table, her eyes almost gloomily staring at the two people in the distance.

How could she not see the changes in them?

All her efforts during this period of time have come to nothing.

No matter how she pretended to be weak and showed kindness in front of Draco, or even deliberately made outsiders mistakenly believe that they had a close relationship.

Draco never looked at her.

On the contrary, Amanta, the outsider, the person she had always wanted to squeeze out, now occupies such an important position in his heart!

She gritted her teeth secretly.

No...she couldn't just let it go like this.

She needed to embarrass Amanta and make her completely lose that ridiculous aura!

Astoria left the long table and hurried to a corner outside the auditorium.

Julius was standing there, quietly flipping through a black leather book.

Hearing the footsteps, he tilted his head slightly and glanced at her with his dark eyes, his expression calm, even a little nonchalant.

“Are you finally willing to come to see me?” Julius closed the book with a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

"Didn't you say you would help me?" Astoria lowered her voice, her eyes filled with dissatisfaction, "But you didn't do anything! Do you know that Draco and Amanta are getting closer and closer?!"

Julius raised his eyebrows and stared at her with a half-smile.

"I have already told you the most crucial information."

"Then why don't you take any action? What are you waiting for?" she asked angrily.

"So? You want me to do it?" Julius' tone was indifferent, as if he was sizing up an insignificant chess piece. "Greengrass, I am not your tool."

Astoria clenched her fists in anger.

But facing Hoffman's unfathomable and dangerous black eyes, she finally said nothing more.

She knew that this senior was more terrifying and better at planning than she had imagined.

But she didn't want to wait any longer.

Since Hoffman is unwilling to do it, she will do it herself!

Julius blinked, a hint of meaning in his eyes, as if he was looking at a stupid but self-righteously smart child.

“The time is not yet right,” he whispered, his voice like ripples on the Black Lake. “You are too impatient, Greengrass. Be patient. The game has only just begun.”