Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The next morning, the auditorium was filled with noise.

Breakfast time in the morning is the most enjoyable start of the day. Even though the final exam is not far away, everyone’s enthusiasm for playing has not been completely withdrawn.

At this moment, many students were still gathered in twos and threes, taking this opportunity to discuss new moves in wizard chess, new gadgets in Hogsmeade shops, or news in the Daily Prophet.

At this moment, a sharp voice suddenly broke the noise——

"Merlin! What the hell did you put in the potion?!"

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw a Hufflepuff girl standing in front of the long table, her face full of anger and grievance. The most terrifying thing was -

Her hair turned burnt yellow, dry like straw, and stood up frizzily, even giving off a strange metallic luster in the sun!

The entire auditorium fell into a brief silence.

All eyes fell on Amanta.

Afterwards, the gossipy Hufflepuffs began to discuss in low voices, and a Gryffindor student even let out a stifled laugh.

Amanta frowned, slowly put down the teacup in her hand, and turned to look at the girl who stood up.

"My potion?"

Her voice was unhurried, but there was already a coldness in her light blue eyes.

"Is not it?"

Astoria crossed her arms, a triumphant smile on her face, and stood up, with an undisguised gloating tone in her voice.

"You've been selling hair potions, haven't you? After she used them, she turned into this... Isn't this too bad?"

She deliberately dragged out the last word, making the whispers around her more obvious.

Amanta walked over, lowered her eyes to look at the Hufflepuff girl's hair, and thought for a moment.

This wasn't something her potion would cause.

After she finishes the production, she will check it two or three times in different ways before sending it out. In the past few years, there has never been a problem.

——At most, some picky customers are dissatisfied.

As for the rest, her formula has always been very stable, and the store owner has also specifically given feedback that the quality of each batch is very good. How could something suddenly go wrong?

This situation... is more like taking the wrong or failed medicine.

"...How do you know?" She looked at the Hufflepuff girl calmly, "Is this a potion I made?"

The Hufflepuff girl hesitated.

Astoria quickly interjected: "She bought it from the beauty potion shop in Diagon Alley, Merlin, we all know that you sell potions there, don't you?"

"How else did you, an orphan, get the money to support Behrman last semester? Tell me, how do you want to explain this matter?"

Everyone's eyes fell on Amanta, with some curiosity, some suspicion, and some watching the fun.

However, Amanta just looked at her calmly, without any panic in her blue eyes, and even with a hint of irony.

"I have nothing to explain," Amanta's voice remained calm. "There will be no problems with the potions I made. The money I used to support Behrman was my own money."

"Oh? So it was you who did it - you're not admitting it?" Astoria covered her mouth in surprise. "I never expected that Amanta Merlyn, the 'Slytherin Potions Genius', would not even take this little responsibility."

As soon as she finished speaking, whispers were heard all around.

Amanta spoke calmly: "But I didn't say that I sell potions in the potion shop in Diagon Alley - so, you said that this is a potion I made, where is the evidence?"

His tone was neither hurried nor slow, but it instantly dissipated the noise in the entire auditorium.

Astoria stiffened slightly.

The Hufflepuff girl also looked at her, as if wondering how she would respond.

"This is the hair potion she uses. The bottle has the pharmacist's number and title on it." Astoria quickly came to her senses. She confidently took out a medicine bottle from the inner pocket of her robe, "Look."

She held up the blue diamond-shaped potion bottle and showed everyone the label.

"Pharmacist No. 7 - AM, here's the evidence!"

"This girl and I are friends, and I was the one who took her to buy this bottle of potion."

——In order to prevent people from doubting the source of the potion, Astoria also explained it specifically.

The Hufflepuff girl immediately agreed, "Yeah, Astoria and I have always been friends. I just heard her recommend Merlin's potion and thought I would try it. Who knows—"

Amanta raised her eyes slightly, looking at the bottle in her hand.

This bottle is indeed the one from Madam Primpynel's Beauty Potion Shop, and it also uses the abbreviation AM, but -

How did Astoria know this?

"How can you be sure and certain that this AM is me?" she said slowly.

"Do you need evidence?" Astoria sneered immediately, "Anyone can see that AM is the abbreviation of your name, right?"

"Oh? AM is me..." Amanta raised her eyebrows and said in a slightly cold tone, "Then can you please ask the person who has seen me selling potions in Diagon Alley to come out? Otherwise, how can you prove that it was me?"

As soon as these words came out, the people who were whispering around nodded.

"Yeah...it's just an abbreviation though."

"It's hard to say... there are many people with this initials, but Merlin is certainly not excluded."

Astoria gritted her teeth.

"I……"

Amanta smiled slightly, but there was no warmth in her eyes.

It seemed that Astoria knew - the Ministry of Magic had rules.

Underage wizards are not allowed to conduct any independent potion transactions, and potion shops will be held legally responsible if they sell illegal products.

So, even if she really found the owner, Mrs. Primpynell.

The shop owner would never admit that this AM was her, Amanta Merlin.

After all, Amanta is still a minor.

The discussions around him stopped.

Amanta glanced around, her eyes scanning the students who were looking around curiously - such as the gossiping little group of Hufflepuffs.

For a moment, no one dared to respond.

But from the looks in their eyes, it seemed that they were completely convinced that this Merlin... was a completely unreasonable and dangerous person.

Astoria saw all of this.

She became even more proud.

"Just admit it. We all know that you are earning a lot of money by selling beauty potions. Otherwise, how can you support that Ravenclaw Bellman——"

"That's enough!" A Ravenclaw boy couldn't stand it anymore and stood up to interrupt her. "Don't mention Behrman all the time. Also, Greengrass, are you so interested in how other people get their money?"

Amanta looked from a distance and found that boy... looked familiar.

At the Ravenclaw table, a short boy who had been keeping his head down and saying nothing walked up to Amanta with his fists clenched, and said in a very faint voice:

"Merlin, thank you. No matter how you got the money... I hope you can take responsibility. Also, don't worry, I will definitely return the money to you after I graduate!"

Amanta patted his shoulder and signaled him to calm down.

Only then did she realize that the two boys were Bellman and his Hufflepuff friend.

She can be unreasonable, but the source of the money...

Shouldn't you make others worry like this?

It seems that I need to explain it carefully.

The Hufflepuff girl was a little flustered at this point and she glanced at Astoria.

Seeing that Astoria hadn’t reacted yet, she seemed to want to defend herself, and hurriedly whispered: “But…but when I bought it, they still had a lot…”

"You haven't been there to buy hair potions, have you?" Amanta said coldly, her eyes sweeping over the Hufflepuff girl.

"As far as I know, this is a product sold by Madam Primpenier's Beauty Potion Shop. In this shop, whether it is beauty potions or hair potions, they are all tailor-made by pharmacists based on individual conditions. How could there be so much stock?"

The girl was suddenly panicked and tried to say something to cover it up.

Amanta spoke in time, blocking her from saying anything.

"at last……"

Amanta lowered her hands and let down her burnt yellow hair.

After preliminary identification, she has roughly analyzed the ingredients of this potion.

"What you applied should be the hairdressing potion sold to water fairies, right? This thing is not easy to buy." Amanta raised the corner of her mouth slightly, "At least, the potion shop in Diagon Alley doesn't have it."

The crowd watching gasped.

Diagon Alley usually only sells magical items used by wizards, such as special items sold to goblins, mermaids, etc.... which can only be bought in their tribes or on the black market.

Of course, there is a street right next to Diagon Alley - Knockturn Alley.

The girl was speechless.

She looked at Astoria with a vaguely complaining look, and Astoria glared at her with gritted teeth, as if blaming her for her unauthorized actions.

Looking at their current appearance, Amanta probably guessed the reason.

Astoria hired this girl to act in a play in exchange for money or something.

But this girl had never bought any beauty potions and didn't know anything about them, so she got anxious and ended up with this result.

"So, Astoria," Amanta tilted her head slightly and spoke calmly, "are you going to tell everyone that you and your friends bought black market potions?"

The two were suddenly speechless.

"Of course, if you think what I said is wrong, you can write to Madam Primpenier and see her reply." Amanta's tone remained calm, "or ask Professor Snape to identify the ingredients."

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes darting to Astoria's smooth, glossy blonde hair.

This kind of soft and smooth hair is not split, tangled or frizzy - it seems that all traces have been smoothed out, and it is impossible for it to be a natural product.

It seems that the potion originally in the bottle has found its destination.

"Astoria, what potion did you use on your hair...it looks good, why don't you try it on your friends?"

She smiled half-heartedly.

Astoria subconsciously grabbed the end of her hair, then, as if she suddenly realized what she was doing, she quickly put her hand down.

"you!"

The Hufflepuff girl was also stunned.

Astoria glared at Amanta angrily, and seemed to want to say something else.

But at this time, Draco stood up and said in a bad tone: "Have you had enough of the trouble?"

He looked at Astoria coldly, his eyes sharp: “Are you too idle, and you have to find something boring to fill your time?”

Astoria's face changed.

His color turned from red to white, and from white to blue, and finally he held it back and sat down in silence. He didn't say anything else, but his face was terribly gloomy.

The atmosphere in the auditorium fell into a subtle silence for a moment.

The Hufflepuff students became excited and gathered together whispering.

It seems... their gossip spirits have quickly been ignited, and one can even see several students excitedly writing something on paper.

It goes without saying that next week's headlines of "Naughty Mouse" will definitely be related to what happened today.

Amanta didn't look at Astoria again, but picked up the teacup in front of her and took a sip.

She didn't need to say anything more about this matter.

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On the other side of the long table, Julius's eyes fell quietly on them, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Greengrass thought he would help?

Naive.

Teenagers of this age were just as he had imagined, easily impulsive and would make a big fuss over some emotional issues.

madness.

And Greengrass was just as he expected.

Just knowing a little secret of Merlin, he couldn't help but provoke Merlin.

But it doesn't matter... that was his original plan.

Looking back today, this little farce actually added a bit of unexpected fun.