Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

She told Draco and Harry about this during lunch.

"That sounds good. These heirs of pure-blood families finally know how to fight for their reputation. However, Crabbe and Goyle are still the same as usual-"

Draco looked at Crabbe and Goyle not far away with disdain.

Goyle smiled foolishly at Draco, then took a big bite of the sizzling roasted chicken leg.

Amanta took out the book "The Origins of Quidditch" from the Sage's Ring.

Draco exclaimed, "Oh! Quidditch Origins... one of my favorite books, but unfortunately I've already read it."

"I borrowed it from the library. Since you've read it, I'll lend it to Harry," said Amanta.

Harry took the book with shining eyes.

"I really hope we can play Quidditch. I have read the book Quidditch Magic that Draco gave me many times."

Not only Harry, but Amanta also had some yearning for this magical sport between wizards.

However, when it came to playing Quidditch, Draco looked indignant.

"Why don't they allow first years to bring brooms? Why don't they allow first years to be on the Quidditch team? It's so unfair. Second years are not much older than us!"

Harry was also a little disappointed: "This is really bad."

Amanta comforted them, "I heard that the first grade will have flying lessons soon."

"Really?" Draco and Harry asked in unison.

After seeing Amanta nod, Draco excitedly talked to Harry about Quidditch.

Harry looked envious: "I haven't ridden a broom yet."

Draco beamed: "I'm really good at Quidditch."

So he first boasted about his flying skills and Quidditch achievements, and then vividly described the story of how he flew from Malfoy Manor to the suburbs of London, and finally he narrowly avoided a Muggle helicopter.

Harry listened with interest at first, but after twenty minutes he began to feel drowsy.

Amanta yawned.

But that's good too.

Draco has been stroking the family heir ring on his thumb in a pretentious manner lately, and he also likes to imitate his father and act like a little adult.

She almost forgot that he was only eleven years old.

Only when talking about Quidditch did Draco become more like his peers.

……

The afternoon History of Magic course was taught by a ghost.

I heard that Professor Binns was so old that he forgot to bring his body to class one day.

He kept talking in a monotonous, old voice, and those wonderful stories in history became long and boring in his tone.

Amanta held her face up with her hands to stop her head from falling onto the desk.

"That's even more sleepy than Draco telling his flying stories."

Fortunately, she had finished reading all the contents of History of Magic in advance. If she had relied solely on listening in class, she would probably have gotten the score of a troll.

I wonder if Draco and Harry are listening.

She turned her head and saw that Harry's eyes were dull and Draco's eyelids were half closed.

"..."

During the morning meal, a large group of owls, hundreds of them, flew into the hall from the main gate, carrying packages or letters in their beaks.

Amanta was used to this.

Her Bertha dropped a letter and flew away with a piece of toast, and Draco received a package bulging with candy from his family.

Draco shared the candy between Harry and Amanta.

"I'm not a kid anymore. I don't need to eat so much candy."

He frowned and made a distressed expression, but he couldn't hide the smugness in his tone.

Before Amanta could say anything, there were sudden cries of surprise from all around.

"Look!"

"Look! That red letter!"

Several people pointed out an owl that was flying into the auditorium. It was easy to spot it among the flock without much effort.

Because it was holding a blood-red letter in its mouth, it was particularly eye-catching among the group of owls.

"Howler Letter! Oh, I can't believe who gets a Howler Letter on the third day of school."

Hannah exclaimed from across the Hufflepuff table.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the owl, expecting it to fly towards someone they hated, but they were also worried that such a "good thing" would happen to them.

The owl, holding a bright red letter in its beak, flew straight towards the Slytherin table.

People from other colleges immediately booed maliciously.

The Weasley brothers stood up, clapped their hands and smiled happily at the Slytherin table.

"Oh! There's something fun to watch today."

"Let's see which Slytherin brat it is—"

The owl flew towards the Slytherin table and began to glide.

Getting closer and closer - the group of people sitting behind the Slytherin table looked panicked and wanted to escape from here immediately.

The Slytherins at the front of the table breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though they subconsciously felt that it was impossible for them to receive the letter.

The Weasley brothers cheered: "Who is so lucky——"

The owl flew over most of the Slytherin table, and there were only a few people left behind.

The boys sitting at the back were pale and stunned. It was obvious that they were trying hard to recall all the mistakes they had made in the past week.

Just as they were gradually convincing themselves to accept the death sentence, the owl turned a corner over the head of the last man.

"hiss--"

Everyone gasped.

The relief I just felt turned into fear, and the feeling of suffocation came back doubled like a tidal wave.

Damn, what's going on with this sudden feeling of oppression!

Damn owl!

Just as all the Slytherins were cursing the face-blind owl with pale faces, the owl suddenly stopped at one place.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they were also curious to see who the recipient of this howling letter was.

"Pansy!"

Daphne exclaimed.

The owl threw the blood-red letter in front of a girl with short black hair who was lowering her head, almost burying it in the bowl.

Pansy slowly raised her head from the bowl with a look of panic. She reached out her hand in panic to pick up the Howler, but she couldn't make up her mind to open it. Finally, she threw it tremblingly into the plate of buttered peas in front of her.

"I heard that...if you don't open the Howler letter immediately, there will be more serious consequences."

Draco whispered.

Before he could finish his words, a loud explosion was heard from the front of the Slytherin table.

Pansy sat on the ground in horror, and the students around her screamed and ran away.

The long table where the roaring letter was originally located was blown to a crisp, and the food and tableware there turned into a pile of charcoal slag and debris.