Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Julius' back disappeared at the end of the street. Amanta stood there, looking at the direction he left with a heavy gaze.

What on earth is he planning?

She pursed her lips slightly and tightened her jaw, but the doubt still lingered in her heart.

She could sense Julius' patience, his unhurried approach to the situation, as if he had seen through everything and was waiting for her to fall into his game.

but--

She has always been good at countering every move.

Amanta withdrew her gaze, adjusted her breathing, and calmed herself down.

Then I dragged my suitcase to the subway station and took the train back to the orphanage.

London was brightly lit at night, and the subway car was bustling with voices. She sat alone in a corner, silently looking out the window at the street scenes passing quickly.

The Dawes Orphanage was not too far from the city center. She took the subway and then the bus and finally returned to the familiar building.

The outer walls of the orphanage are covered with ivy. There are a few old wooden chairs in the courtyard behind the iron gate. A few dim lights are cast on the cobblestone path, and the air is filled with a warm and peaceful feeling.

Even though it was nothing like the grandeur of Hogwarts, it was still a warm home.

Amanta took a deep breath and walked into the yard.

She quietly took her luggage out of the Sage's Ring, reported in at the lobby, and then opened the door of her room.

The days in the orphanage were as usual, warm and peaceful.

If she was an outlier at Hogwarts, she was completely out of place at Dawes Orphanage.

The children here play and make noise in groups, but she keeps to herself, immersed in her own world.

She has gotten used to it and has no need to fit in, nor does she long for this kind of ordinary friendship.

But there are still a few volunteers and teachers who care about her, such as Sister Karina.

"Amanta!" A gentle and bright voice sounded.

She had just sat on the bed and opened a book when the door was pushed open.

A figure rushed in.

Sister Carina, a volunteer at the orphanage, was also one of the only people she could barely consider a "friend" in the Muggle world.

Karina held a small box in her hand, with a warm smile that she was most familiar with on her face: "You are finally back! How was your year?"

Amanta immediately collected her thoughts and gave a perfect smile.

“Not bad, learned a lot.”

Karina handed her the small box and said, "This is a new snack I made. Try it."

Amanta took the box, opened it, and inside were some beautiful strawberry cream sandwich cookies.

She took a bite, the sweet taste melted in her mouth, and she nodded slightly: "It's delicious, thank you."

Carina smiled and sat on the edge of her bed, looking at her inquiringly, "How was school? Did you encounter anything interesting?"

Amanta paused for a moment, and quickly put together a set of rhetoric in her mind that fits the Muggle world: "The course is very intense, but it's quite interesting. I took some... science experiment-related courses."

"Scientific experiment?" Karina's eyes lit up. "It sounds interesting!"

Amanta smiled slightly and continued to make up a "normal student" life suitable for Muggles, trying not to let her realize her own peculiarity.

"So what are your plans for the summer vacation?" Karina asked again.

Amanta lowered her eyes to hide the complex emotions that flashed across her eyes.

Summer vacation…?

She thought of Julius, Draco's Dark Mark, the curse of the Ravenclaw crown, and the blue eye that the mermaid urged to be taken away... There was never a real "vacation" in her world, and her time was always filled with plans.

"No particular plans," she said calmly, "Maybe I'll do some reading and help out here."

Karina smiled and nodded: "That's great, let's go tell stories to the children tomorrow? They will definitely like to listen to you."

Amanta looked up, looked into her expectant eyes, and finally nodded slightly.

"it is good."

During the day, Amanta is an ordinary orphanage girl, sweeping the floor, organizing bookshelves, listening to the children playing, and occasionally answering questions from a few younger children.

But at night, she sat at her desk with only a dim desk lamp on in the room.

She took out the books stored in the Sage's Ring one by one, flipped through them, recorded them, studied them, and also carried out another secret task - the making of beauty potions.

The table was filled with small refining instruments, and various potion ingredients were precisely weighed, blended, and mixed. Her hands moved skillfully.

Now, in addition to orders to be made for Madam Primpynell's Beauty and Potion Shop in Diagon Alley, there were also some private orders from Hogwarts students.

The feeling of making money makes her feel at ease.

She didn't like relying on others, and even if Draco generously offered her gold Galleons, she would not accept it.

Her wealth should come from her own wisdom, not from the charity of others.

This is a sense of self-control, which makes her know that she is not dependent on anyone.

"Amanta, are you still awake?" There was a sudden knock on the door.

She quickly gathered up some of the potion ingredients, hiding the remaining ones in a storage box on the table, and lowered her voice: "Not yet."

Karina pushed the door open and saw the equipment on the table that had not been completely put away. She was slightly stunned: "What are these...?"

Amanta's heart suddenly tightened, but the expression on her face did not change at all.

She raised her eyes calmly and said calmly, "Bring back the chemistry lab equipment from school during the holidays."

Karina blinked and looked at the bottles and jars with a puzzled expression, but ultimately did not delve into it further.

"Remember to rest early and don't be too tired." She reminded gently.

Amanta nodded, and waited until she left before she breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned around and looked at the utensils for making potions on the table, feeling a little annoyed.

Almost discovered...

She had to be more careful and must not let Muggles know about anything related to the wizarding world.

She closed the book, put away all the utensils, carefully put the finished potion into the bottle, and placed it in the Sage's Ring, making sure all traces were removed.

Outside the window, the night lights of London are twinkling.

Amanta lay back on the bed, looking at the ceiling, with complicated thoughts.

She has been through a lot this entire school year.

Draco's Dark Mark...

Julius's relentless pursuit...

The blue eyes of the mermaid...

The Death Eaters' secret plan...

She knew that the days ahead would not be peaceful.

The peaceful times now, the extracurricular activities of the SO group, and the daily bickering between Draco and Harry may all be out of reach in the future.

But at least at this moment, she can temporarily close her eyes and sink into a deep dream.

We’ll talk about what happens next later.