Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

After that, Julius wrote her several letters in reply.

His neat handwriting made Amanta unable to figure out what he was thinking, but in the subsequent letters, he never mentioned the meeting again, just some ordinary but in-depth academic exchanges.

In order to avoid Julius' visits, Amanta responded carefully every time so as not to leave any handle.

Although the days in the orphanage were simple and unpretentious, the turbulent waves in the wizarding world also made her exhausted.

When she had nothing to do, she would find a bench in the yard to lie down, bask in the sun, and occasionally chat with the children.

However, one day in August, this leisurely mood was quickly broken by Karina's sigh -

"Amanta, shouldn't you change your clothes? Look, your clothes are so small that they almost expose your elbows..."

Amanta's face flushed and she lowered her head to glance at her long skirt.

I didn't expect that she would grow up so fast.

On a hot afternoon, the shadows of the trees on both sides of the street were mottled and intertwined on the ground. Cars hummed and sped past, as if they were unwilling to stay on the hot gravel road for a moment longer.

Occasionally a breeze blew by, allowing the stuffy air to flow a little.

Amanta walked out of a Muggle clothing store carrying a shopping bag, holding a few newly bought skirts in her slender fingers.

It's not that she has no clothes, but...her wardrobe is almost entirely made up of wizard robes.

In the Muggle world, such attire would obviously be too eye-catching, so she had to prepare some Muggle clothes suitable for summer.

I exchanged some pounds in Diagon Alley last time, and these came in handy.

She glanced down at the bag in her hand, which contained two plain long skirts and a few light shirts, the colors were low-key but practical.

The moment she looked up, Amanta suddenly stopped and unconsciously clenched the handle of the shopping bag.

Across the street stood a familiar figure.

He has black hair and black eyes, a slender figure, and is wearing an impeccably ironed white shirt with his sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing a pale wrist, and a gentle smile on his face.

The whole person looked like he was just standing there casually.

However, those deep black eyes locked onto her silently.

Julius.

Amanta's pupils shrank slightly, and she almost subconsciously took a step back, her heels touching the steps behind her.

How could he appear here...

Shouldn't he be at a family estate in Northern Europe, or hiding somewhere unknown, plotting dangerous schemes?

Why did he suddenly appear in the Muggle world, and in the neighborhood where she lived?

Could it be that he really came to find her?

Amanta exhaled, forced herself to suppress the nervousness in her heart, and walked across the road with a calm appearance.

The sound of her low heels hitting the sidewalk was audible, the afternoon sun was blinding, and she walked closer to him until they were only a few steps apart.

"...What are you doing here?" Amanta spoke first.

Julius was still smiling, and there was no flaw on his delicate and handsome face. He looked at her carefully as if he was admiring a fine work of art.

The look was filled with inquiry, and also seemed to contain some inexplicable expectation.

"I was just passing by and happened to see you." His tone was gentle and elegant, as if it was just a coincidence.

Amanta narrowed her eyes slightly, obviously not believing this poor excuse.

"Really?" She snorted lightly, with a cold arc on the corner of her mouth, "That's such a coincidence."

Julius' smile remained unchanged, and he seemed to be completely unconcerned about her defense.

He tilted his head slightly and glanced at the street corner not far away, where several volunteers from the Taos Orphanage were walking out of another store, carrying some fresh ingredients in their hands. It seemed that they were shopping nearby.

His gaze slowly withdrew and fell on Amanta. His smile was still gentle, but with some disturbing meaning.

"Are you going to buy me a cup of coffee?" He said casually, as if he was chatting with an old friend, but the hint in his words was extremely obvious, "After all, we are classmates in the same school."

Amanta clenched the shopping bag calmly, her eyes calm and cautious: "I'm not interested."

Julius sighed slightly when he heard this.

His tone was still gentle, but his eyes were lowered, and there was a hint of danger in the subtle sense of oppression.

"If you don't want to, that's fine. I can wait here for a while and see if your fellow residents are interested in your 'friend'."

Amanta's expression changed slightly.

He was threatening her.

In the most gentle and subtle way.

The orphanage is nearby. There may be volunteers here, or there may be children who have run away from the orphanage to play.

Amanta took a slow breath, feeling a little irritated.

She raised her eyes and looked at the young man in front of her who was smiling calmly. The corners of her lips curled coldly and her voice lowered a bit: "...Are you forcing me?"

Julius chuckled, his voice soft and dangerous. "Why? I just wanted to chat with you."

He turned slightly and pointed to a quiet cafe not far away.

The metal sign flickers slightly in the sunlight, and behind the glass windows are leisurely Muggle guests, who sit on soft leather chairs, enjoying the aroma of coffee and the comfort of the afternoon.

"Shall we go sit there?" His voice seemed to carry a bewitching force, gentle and patient, "It's only time for a cup of coffee."

Amanta raised her eyes and stared at him, trying to catch something from his expression.

He still had that unsettling smile, polite, gentle, and at ease, like a harmless Muggle top student.

And yet, she knew.

His gentleness is but a gorgeous wrapping on a sharp blade, and his smile is but a bait hidden in the shadows.

Amanta slowly stroked the fabric of the shopping bag, her eyes darkening slightly.

"Let's go."