Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Returning to her room in the orphanage, Amanta immediately locked the door, took out a quill and parchment, and quickly wrote two letters describing her meeting with Julius.

Her fingers were slightly cold, which was her usual reaction when she was nervous and thinking.

Julius not only knew too many secrets, but also used Legilimency on her, which meant that he was no longer satisfied with just spying in the dark, but was ready to go a step further -

Whether it was testing her or inciting her to rebel, it made her wary.

She wrote quickly on the parchment, each stroke clean and sharp, as if organizing her thoughts, recounting her confrontation with Julius in as much detail as possible.

His speeches, his attitude towards Voldemort, his ambitions for the future of the wizarding world, his glimpses of the crown, the Gaunt crest and the Blue Eye, and even his temptations.

After she finished writing, she checked the letters carefully to make sure no important information was missing, then folded the two letters and handed them to the owl.

In less than half a day, Harry's reply came.

Harry's reply:

Amanta,

I was really shocked when I saw your letter.

Julius is so arrogant?

He actually found you directly?!

I have long felt that he is not a good person. He always has a gloomy smile on his face, and every word he says is dangerous.

I really don’t understand what he wants. Does he really want to be the second Voldemort?

You have to be careful, really.

Although you are smarter than all of us, he is too cunning and I always feel that he is plotting against you.

Next time if he looks for you again, don't meet him alone!

You must find a way to delay or reject him directly! If he dares to threaten you again...

I, I will definitely find a way to help you!

Seriously, if he dares to touch you in Hogwarts, I will make him see my new skill of fainting!

(Although Draco mocked me for my unstable spellcasting that day, it doesn't matter.)

Also, the food you gave me was amazing!

That cream apple tart is so delicious it makes me want to cry!

It’s nothing like the overly sweet dessert made in Honeydukes, the texture is just right!

Merlin, I almost want to kneel down and thank you!

But that "licorice root sorbet"...

Are you really not taking revenge on me?

I took a bite and almost thought I was eating a failed potion. I really don’t want to describe the taste...

But don't worry, I still finished it, after all, it was you who gave it to me!

(But can we not have it again in the future?)

Anyway, thank you! Thank you so much!

Also, please reply and tell me how you are.

I'm worried about you. Julius is such a weird guy.

—Harry

Amanta couldn't help laughing as she read Harry's letter.

The familiar energy made the heaviness in her heart lessen a little.

She carefully folded the letter and put it in the drawer. Then, just as she was about to write a reply, the sound of flapping wings was heard outside the window again.

This time, it was Draco's owl that came.

She reached up and took the envelope off the owl's leg. The wax seal was in the shape of the Malfoy family crest.

When I opened it, I found that the handwriting was as neat and elegant as ever, but the force seemed to be a little heavier than usual.

Clearly, the writer was emotional.

Draco's reply:

Amanta,

I just got your letter, what the hell is wrong with you?!

That madman Julius actually found you? !

How on earth did he find you?

I am increasingly suspicious of what kind of spies he has planted in Hogwarts, or...

Does he already know everything about you?

This is so wrong.

Are you on guard?!

He had the guts to use Legilimency on you, and you had the nerve not to throw coffee in his face?!

No, you wouldn't do that at all. You would just look at him coldly and make a note of it in your heart.

But no matter what, you must be careful!

This guy is definitely not that simple. He is not like those stupid Death Eaters. He is very smart. He is planning and waiting for the right time...

You can't take it lightly!

Also, those "futures of the wizarding world" he mentioned...

No one believes he is an idealist.

I warn you, if he dares to come near you again, tell me immediately!

Also, one more thing, Father has agreed to take you and Harry to the Quidditch World Cup final.

The specific arrangement is that in mid-to-late August, we will first gather in Diagon Alley, purchase some competition supplies and books for the new semester, and then set off together.

Remember, don't be late!

—Draco Malfoy

Amanta looked at the letter and could imagine the emotions Draco was feeling when he wrote it.

Angry, worried, alert... He even increased the strength of his handwriting.

Her eyes curved, and an indescribable sense of security rose in her heart.

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After that, Julius disappeared, without any letters or surprise visits.

This made Amanta gradually let down her guard and concentrate on looking forward to the arrival of the Quidditch World Cup.

Soon, the agreed day arrived.

Amanta walked through the subway station, followed the winding alleys, and finally stepped into the small open space behind the Leaky Cauldron.

The familiar brick wall opened automatically, revealing the bustling scene of Diagon Alley.

"Amanta!"

A familiar voice came from not far away. When she looked up, Harry was already trotting towards her, with an undisguised excitement on his face.

"I'm finally free! Those idiots from the Dursleys have driven me completely crazy!" Harry shouted excitedly, waving his hands. "You don't know how they tortured me! I almost starved to death!"

Amanta gave him a helpless look.

"Where's your little storage bag? The food in it should be enough to last you the entire summer vacation."

Harry immediately patted his waist bag, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

"It's right here! Your food saved my life!"

"Don't scream in the street. It's embarrassing."

Another familiar voice interrupted coolly as Draco appeared elegantly in front of them, dressed in elegant wizard robes, with Dobby following behind him, carrying several suitcases filled with shopping bags.

"Master Malfoy, are you here shopping again?" Amanta raised her eyebrows, looking at his noble demeanor, "Are you here just to pay for us?"

Draco coughed and his face turned slightly red.

"By the way, what do you want to buy?"

Harry pulled out his shopping list and shook it excitedly.

"Of course we have to buy books for the new term, but more importantly, we need some equipment - like a magic telescope! We can't just watch the Quidditch World Cup!"

"Yes, yes! Quidditch World Cup!" Amanta's eyes lit up, "I want to buy the best telescope!"

"How stupid." Draco sneered and crossed his arms. "Do you think any telescope can be used to watch a game of that level? At least it should have an automatic tracking function."

Harry turned to look at Draco and narrowed his eyes.

"Wait, you actually know how to choose? Draco, you haven't already bought it?"

"Huh? How is that possible?"

Draco's tone was cold, but his hand subconsciously touched his pocket, looking guilty.

Amanta caught a glimpse of a flash of silver-green and narrowed her eyes.

"Could it be that the telescope you bought was a custom-made one for the Irish team?"

"How is that possible?" Draco retorted immediately, but subconsciously took a step back.

"Draco, you're on the Irish side?" Harry smiled smugly, "You're secretly supporting the Irish team?"

"Who said that?! I just think their tactics are more mature than Bulgaria's!" Draco's ears turned red and he immediately defended himself, "The focus of my watching the game is to analyze the players' skills, not to stand on the right side!"

"Then what about the 'Ireland Must Win' on your badge?" Amanta pointed deliberately at the badge on his lapel, the silver-green lines on it sparkling in the sun.

Draco was silent for a moment, then simply pulled up his cloak to cover the badge and spoke stubbornly.

"……Shut up."