Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Just as Amanta was explaining to Harry in detail the principles of the Transfiguration Spell, a sharp cry broke out in front.

"No!"

Pansy's eyes were red, she covered her mouth and stumbled out.

Many gossipy eyes in the Slytherin common room turned to look over.

Gore sat on a leather chair not far away, took a bite of the greasy pizza in his hand, and muttered heartlessly:

"Master Draco, you broke up with Pansy?"

Blaise walked up and patted Draco on the shoulder, smiling confidently and charmingly.

"Draco, it doesn't matter if you break up. You can always turn around and throw yourself into my arms."

Draco curled his lips: "What a joke, don't treat me the way you treat girls."

He walked towards Amanta and Harry under everyone's gaze and sat in the armchair opposite them.

Harry put down his textbook, leaned over and asked curiously: "What did you say?"

Draco crossed his fingers and seemed a little anxious.

"I just told her that I actually have no feelings towards her. I used to contact her mostly out of consideration for the Parkinson family, but what she did now... only disgusted me. I also told her that I had written a letter to warn her parents."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have finally let go of the burden, and his voice gradually became lighter.

"Although the Parkinsons dote on her, they will not allow her to do whatever she wants outside and bring shame to the Parkinson family. In addition, I also warned them of the consequences of their future dealings with Merlin's descendants and the Boy-Who-Lived."

"This is a nightmare-like blow." Harry grinned, "Now she can no longer bully us at will."

Amanta shrugged.

"I hope this works. Don't forget that Pansy is also a Slytherin... I don't want all the points we worked so hard for to be taken away by her alone."

Draco sighed, "Amanta, I have done what I could."

"Well, you did a great job."

"Pansy is only an eleven-year-old girl after all. Since we are both the only heirs of the Sacred Twenty-Eight... I hope you can give her a chance."

"I didn't deny her a chance. It was she who decided whether to give her a chance or not."

Amanta blinked, and Draco obviously understood what she meant.

Little Pansy was just an only daughter spoiled by her family, and the obstacles on her way forward were insignificant.

She had more important things to focus on.

"Although I'm reluctant, Slytherin still has stupider guys like Goyle and Crabbe besides Pansy. I bet they'll be foolishly deceived if someone gives them a piece of cheese."

Amanta pointed to two large men sitting together not far away, munching on a pizza stuffed with grilled meat and crème brûlée, with buckets of pumpkin juice beside them.

Harry said happily, "Oh my god, Draco, see, they can eat more than I can."

"...Of course I know. They have been like this since they were young."

Draco's face was livid.

"If Neville doesn't plan to join yet, then our SO test team will start with them first." Amanta said.

"I guarantee that it will be difficult for them to understand what you are saying—"

Draco pouted.

“Wouldn’t it be more fulfilling this way?”

"…if it really works."

Three pairs of eyes shot straight at the two people who were feasting, and Crabbe and Goyle instantly felt a tingling sensation on their backs.

They had no idea that they were about to become poor guinea pigs.

Crabbe stupidly raised his head from the pudding: "Goyle, why do I feel like there's something behind me?"

Goyle shook his head, his eyes confused.

"That's weird, I think so too... Never mind, have some pumpkin juice."

……

After Amanta returned to the dormitory, she sat on the edge of her bed and looked at the simple decoration of the so-called dungeon dormitory.

She planned to practice the Transfiguration spell she had just learned today.

The difficulty of the Transfiguration Spell increases from small to large, from solid to liquid to gas, and from inanimate objects to living things.

In that case, turning a match into a needle is probably the easiest Transfiguration spell.

If you deform the decoration in the house, it would probably be only slightly more difficult than this.

She first tried to turn the four bedposts into a snake shape.

"Vera Verto——"

She imagined in her mind the decorative snakes that would decorate the Slytherin common room.

She tried several times and finally got the trick - the wand couldn't be swung too big or too small. Other than that, she had to concentrate on imagining it in a specific shape.

But Amanta's memory of the decorative snake was not specific enough.

So after some transformation, the shapes of the four snakes are still a little rough.

However, this is already incredible progress for a student who is learning the Transfiguration spell on the first day.

If Professor McGonagall came here, she would also be impressed by her talent and understanding.

Amanta followed suit and transformed the fireplace, windows, tables and chairs into many small snake decorations. Then she tried to outline a circle of European classical patterns around the fireplace.

But she is not a natural home designer after all, so after doing all this, she doesn't know what else she can transform.

It seems that I will have to draw some of the items in the common room in the future.

This way you can use it as a direct reference when decorating your bedroom.

Amanta sat in an old-fashioned armchair by the roaring fireplace. She leaned lazily in the chair, took out a quill, and wrote and drew on the parchment.

She made a timeline, sorting out some key time nodes in the original plot of the first semester.

Amanta's fingers gently stroked the parchment, finally stopping at one spot.

The most significant event in the first half of the semester was the time when the troll broke into the basement of Hogwarts.

That day was Halloween Eve, exactly two months away.

During the Halloween party, Professor Quirrell rushed into the hall and told them in horror: "There is a giant monster in the underground classroom. You should know that!"

Then he fell to the ground and fainted.

At the time, no one suspected Professor Quirrell and naturally had no vigilance towards him. Everyone just thought that he was... frightened unconscious.

Everyone's attention was on the troll, even Professor Dumbledore was not surprised.

According to Amanta's speculation, Professor Quirrell's real intention of releasing the troll was not to attract the attention of all professors and take the opportunity to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

Although Professor Dumbledore clearly stated at the beginning of the school year that entering the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor was prohibited.

But Qi Luo couldn't be sure whether it was a smoke bomb.

If you enter rashly, you will be directly convicted of the crime.

Quirrell's goal should be to judge the professors' actions so as to know the true location of the Philosopher's Stone and other clues.

Just like when a homeowner is robbed, he will rush over to check the things he cares about most.

Poor St. Peter was exactly what Professor Quirrell wanted. He was alert and thought that someone was trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone, so he rushed to the fourth floor to stop them - but ended up getting bitten on the leg by three big heads.

anyway.

If, while Professor Quirrell was pretending to faint, I had taken the opportunity to lift up Professor Quirrell's scarf so that everyone could see the back of his head -

Oh my god, this is so wonderful.