Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The first class on Tuesday morning was Defense Against the Dark Arts.

There was nothing special about the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, except that there was a long path left between the desks and chairs, which seemed to be used by students to practice spells.

As Amanta walked into the classroom, she smelled a strong, pungent smell of garlic.

Blaise held his nose and ran out, intending to get some fresh air before the class began.

"The smell in here is so suffocating. How I miss the smell of Daphne's perfume."

Daphne…Daphne Greengrass.

The name mentioned by Brace awoke Amanta's memory.

She was one of Pansy Parkinson's lackeys, the blonde who sat across from Pansy and laughed at her with her on the first night of school.

She is also the older sister of Astoria Greengrass.

Astoria... was Draco's future wife.

She couldn't help but glance at Draco beside her and Daphne who was sitting not far away, wondering what Draco and Astoria's future together would be like.

They were all blonde—not bad at all.

Draco was frightened by her look.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing - imagine your future self."

"..."

Draco's pale cheeks flushed pink.

"Don't make such a joke."

He complained in a low voice: "Brace shouldn't say those things every day. Who knows how many people he has corrupted."

As he complained, Professor Quirrell opened his office door and walked down the stairs.

His face was sallow, his eyes were dark, and he seemed to have been drained of his energy by something. To put it bluntly, he even looked a bit like a drug addict.

With his appearance, the smell of garlic in the classroom began to become sickeningly strong.

Amanta's eyes began to tear up from the smoke.

Harry pinched his nose and said, "Amanta... I don't think we need to guess what's in his turban. The scarf on his head must be full of garlic."

Amanta also pinched her nose.

"Maybe he was just trying to fool people with the smell of garlic - was there a strong smell of garlic when you first met him in the Leaky Cauldron?"

She was sure of that, because she had seen Professor Quirrell in the Leaky Cauldron that day as well.

If the smell of garlic had been that strong, the Leaky Cauldron would have kicked him out, not to mention the small space in the bar that exacerbated the smell.

Harry tilted his head and thought about it.

It suddenly dawned on him. "Yes! When I first saw him at the Leaky Cauldron, he didn't have any smell at all."

Amanta lowered her voice and leaned close to Harry's ear.

"I think...it's probably related to Voldemort."

Harry's face suddenly changed, as if he had never thought of this connection.

"But, but doesn't everyone say that Voldemort is dead?"

"There are also many people who say that he is simply too weak and has escaped to some other place - for example, he may be in Professor Quirrell's scarf right now."

Amanta pointed at Professor Quirrell, who was standing on the podium, looking nervous and stuttering.

"I heard that Professor Quirrell was normal before, but after he came back from the Black Forest, he became a completely different person."

"Do you think he met a weak Voldemort there? Otherwise, how do you explain the pain in your scar? Your scar can only be related to Voldemort." Amanta said.

Harry pondered her words.

"But...if that's the case, should we tell the other professors? Or Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Without proper evidence and until he can be confronted, it will only serve to alert the enemy, and if Voldemort can just stay there comfortably -"

Amanta pointed to the back of Professor Quirrell's head.

"Then he can just slip away easily, or parasitize on the next person."

At this moment, Blaise raised his hand and asked Professor Quirrell:

"Professor, I heard that you encountered a vampire in Romania. Was the garlic in your scarf meant to drive away the vampire?"

There was a burst of laughter in the class, and everyone raised their heads to see if there was really garlic in Professor Quirrell's scarf.

Professor Quirrell blushed and faltered.

"Mr. Zabini - this is because I helped an African prince get rid of a resurrected zombie, so he gave me the scarf as a - a gift."

Millicent Bulstrode, a Slytherin girl, chuckled.

"Professor Quirrell, how did you defeat the resurrected zombies?"

Apparently, Professor Quirrell's hesitant attitude failed to convince anyone. Faced with a wide range of questions from everyone, he was so embarrassed that he almost fell off the podium.

There is a happy atmosphere everywhere.

Professor Quirrell stammered and changed the subject: "Today's weather - it looks pretty good..."

Draco came over and joined their discussion.

"Professor Quirrell does look suspicious."

Amanta spread her hands towards Harry.

"Anyone with a clear eye can see it."

While the students were teasing Professor Quirrell, she told Draco everything she had just said to Harry.

Draco's face turned pale.

"If what you said is true, the Dark Lord that my father has followed for so many years is now living on the back of the head of a weird garlic professor, mixed with that piece of garlic... before that, he might have been hiding in the body of some unknown animal in the Black Forest."

"Oh my God, I wonder if my father would be so embarrassed that he would want to commit suicide if he found out about this—" Draco sighed.

Amanta quipped: "It doesn't matter, this is the honor of the Malfoy family."

Draco said helplessly.

"Father chose to follow the Dark Lord because he had the Malfoy family behind him, and he couldn't leave his family in danger."

Amanta shook her head, warning Draco.

"If Voldemort returns, you may gain some benefits by following him temporarily, but you are more likely to die at any time—"

"After so many years of hardship, Voldemort has become even more extreme and cruel. In his eyes, the Death Eaters are nothing but pawns to achieve his goals."

Draco said solemnly, "I remember what you said before. Only when we become truly strong can we avoid being dominated by others in our destiny. As you said, following the Dark Lord is not a good thing. My father's life and the lives of our entire family are in his hands."

Amanta nodded and said with satisfaction:

"Therefore, we must protect ourselves from the coming storm, and the way to protect ourselves is definitely not to become accomplices to the tiger or walk with the wolf."

"Slytherin must control the smallest risk."

Harry added: "So, if... we can get rid of Voldemort and permanently solve the source of our fear, that would be even better."