Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The smoke cleared and order gradually returned to Diagon Alley.

Shop owners and customers poked their heads out from their hiding places, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and looked at the devastated streets in shock.

The ground was covered with broken glass, scattered goods, and tilted shelves...

Some of the shops even had their door signs dropped to the ground, broken into pieces by the trampling just now. The shop owners waved their wands and began to repair them with curses.

A little boy grabbed his mother's clothes and asked timidly, "Mom, who are those people?"

His mother stared blankly at what had just happened, and seemed still not to have recovered from the shock.

"It's just a bunch of self-righteous dark wizards causing trouble."

Opposite the mother and son, a woman with sunken eyes and high cheekbones spoke. Her expression looked more like impatience than anger.

"What on earth do these idlers in the Ministry of Magic usually do? I think they are more active in imposing fines than anything else."

"No, look at how they are dressed, they must be the group from the World Cup..."

A freckled, melancholy-looking man next to her was still staring at the street with his eyes lost in thought.

"The Dark Mark that night, they must be Death Eaters... Maybe He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is coming back..."

"Death Eaters? Impossible..."

The woman spoke softly, the muscles on her face twitching slightly, and a hint of fear appeared on her stern face.

"I don't believe it. They must be using the name of Death Eaters to distract people and cover up their identities and the bad things they have done!"

"War is coming... War is coming, war is coming... War is coming! Ah!"

A fat man kept repeating this sentence tremblingly, then screamed and ran out.

The shop owner, who was standing at the door waving his magic wand to repair the door, was stunned for a moment, then immediately followed behind.

"Mr. Fermat! Your one ounce of tree frog venom has not yet hardened...!"

……

Regardless, this sudden attack is enough to make the headlines of the Daily Prophet tomorrow morning.

But after many people calmed down a little, they recalled that what attracted their attention more was——

They witnessed with their own eyes the entire process of the four teenagers working together to repel the attackers!

Several of them had apparently seen Amanta at the Quidditch World Cup camp.

They exchanged glances, confirmed that their memories were correct, and then excitedly gathered around the cafe.

"It's her! I recognize her! It's her - the young witch who attracted the attention of the Death Eaters and protected many people during the chaos of the Quidditch World Cup!"

"Oh my god...was that wandless magic she just used? Or was it two-handed magic?!"

"Actually, it was so dark and chaotic that night that I couldn't see clearly. I just felt that she looked familiar, but when I saw the way she cast magic just now, I recognized her immediately!"

"Even among the top Aurors, few can achieve this level!"

The crowd was talking, their eyes focused on Amanta in amazement.

Several young wizards from Hogwarts recognized them at a glance.

"She... uh, is the Merlin I mentioned before..."

They looked hesitant and stammered as they introduced themselves to their family members.

She also didn't forget to introduce the people around her.

"The one with messy black hair is Harry Potter, the one with blond hair is from the Malfoy family, and the one with no presence in the back is the enthusiastic senior who transferred from Durmstrang..."

After hearing these words, the faces of the onlookers suddenly became colorful.

In any case, the identities of these young men are completely different from the image of young heroes they imagined.

Let’s not talk about Merlin, who is both good and evil, has a mysterious identity, and has powerful magic.

The Malfoys...

Isn't this a pure-blood family that produces Death Eaters?

But how could Harry Potter, the "boy who lived", the so-called "savior", be mixed up with them...

It seems like they are quite familiar with each other?!

As for the last transfer student from Durmstrang who had been hiding behind from beginning to end.

They had heard that... Durmstrang openly wrote about dark magic in its textbooks and allowed students to use it openly.

This weird combination——isn't it too weird? !

No, what's even more bizarre is that they actually fought against the Death Eaters twice in a row? !

Listen to what some people say...

They protected others in the World Cup?

It's strange, this group of people... Not to mention they are typical Slytherins, they only need Dumbledore's blessing if they don't harm others, but they actually help others?

The wizards who were watching thought about it more and more outrageous, and they were all shocked.

The words of praise that were originally meant to be said got stuck in my throat, and for a moment I didn't know what to do.

Rather than believing that these teenagers had a sudden act of kindness... they would rather believe that it was an internal power struggle among the Death Eaters, or that it was a planned performance.

After all, this matter was completely beyond their understanding.

Some people just looked at the elderberry wand and sage's ring in the leading girl's hands with fanatical eyes, and no one knew what they were thinking.

Amanta frowned slightly.

If we stay any longer, it might cause some unnecessary trouble.

She maintained her usual calmness, nodded slightly, and prepared to leave with Draco and Harry.

But, at this moment——

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!"

Heavy footsteps sounded from far away.

Listening carefully, it was more like the dull sound of irregular wood hitting the ground than footsteps. The wizards turned around and their faces changed. The expressions on their faces showed admiration, sympathy or fear.

The crowd gradually moved aside to make way for the mysterious visitor.

"It seems the trouble is solved?"

Amanta was startled and looked in the direction of the voice, only to meet a blue eyeball that was rolling around.

She was startled.

The devil's eye, which kept rotating, was staring at her.

The owner of this evil eye was walking towards them from not far away on the street.

He was wearing a dirty and old robe, his face was covered with scars and a piece of flesh was missing from his nose.

One of her normal little black eyes was slightly narrowed, while the other was a huge bright blue magic eye that kept spinning around, as if it could see through her from inside out.

One leg was missing, replaced by a stick.

Such a special appearance...Amanta guessed his identity at a glance.

—Alastor Moody, aka —

Mad-Eye Moody!

"Well, I can't even drink in peace. If Tom hadn't asked me to come and see..."

He gurgled a few times in his throat, limped closer, stared at Amanta for a long time, and then suddenly stretched out a rough hand.

"Are you that Merlin?"

Amanta hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out her hand and shook his.

"Hmm." Moody hummed, his muddy voice had a rough feeling from being worn out by time, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. The way you use magic... is very special."

Amanta looked at him carefully and replied politely, "Thank you for the compliment, sir."