Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

When the last referee raised the golden scoreboard in his hand high up and the score flashed like a meteor in the air, the whole audience was in an uproar.

Amenta, Draco, Harry and Julius received a very high overall evaluation, just behind Durmstrang and slightly higher than the Beauxbatons team.

Among the judges, Bagman praised them highly, claiming that their flying coordination was "like three falcons hunting a fire-breathing dragon"; and although Karkaroff spoke in a light tone, he had to admit that "they achieved unexpected team control."

There was continuous applause and cheers from the sidelines.

Hogwarts, especially the area where Slytherin was located, was in complete chaos.

“They did it!”

"That's so cool - I didn't know Harry, no someone could fly that fast!"

"Amanta's spell is too powerful. It actually blocked the breath of the Hungarian Horntail!"

"How did Draco make the dragon turn its head? Was it that... Dark Mist spell?"

"Did you just say they used dark magic? Keep your voice down, the professor is right behind us!"

Blaise kept his playboy smile as usual, but he spoke surprisingly quickly: "I've said it before, this class of our college is all gold."

Theodore quietly glanced at the embarrassed seniors around him. Those who once said that Amanta "would go to Azkaban in the future" were now avoiding her gaze amid the applause, with complicated expressions.

And when the four of them returned to the entrance of the Slytherin common room, it seemed as if a grand ceremony to welcome the heroes' return was taking place.

As the door opened, applause, whistles and the delicious aroma of delicious desserts filled the air.

"Welcome our glorious representatives - the Slytherin Top Four!"

Goyle and Crabbe actually each carried a banner and randomly sprayed words like "Dragons, get down!" on it with a spell. Astoria, standing by, had a sweet smile on her face: "Brother Draco is so awesome. I always believed that you could protect Amanta."

Draco almost choked when he heard the word "protection" and coughed twice: "She doesn't need my protection."

Amanta instead focused her attention on a corner - several lower grade girls were looking at her quietly, among them a second-year Slytherin girl nodded at her timidly, her eyes full of admiration.

"Aren't these... your beauty potion customers?" Harry whispered, trying to hide the smugness that seemed to curl up the corners of his mouth.

Julius seemed to be out of the matter, sitting elegantly on the sofa as always, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, and glancing at the students who came up to talk to him again.

There was a smile on his face, as if he had expected all this.

In the past few days, in Beauxbatons, although Fleur was still arrogant, she no longer looked at the Hogwarts delegation with contempt. Instead, when she passed by Amanta, she whispered: "You are very calm. Don't relax in the next game."

Several members of Durmstrang remain skeptical of the power displayed by "Hoffman", with one saying privately: "This guy... never showed this level of power in school."

And Krum glanced at them and just whispered, "He's changed."

But no matter what outsiders say, this victory, in Slytherin, in Hogwarts, belongs to Amanda, Draco, Harry, and Julius.

Perhaps, it didn't just belong to the four of them - but to the Slytherin who was gradually rebuilding his reputation in the outside world.

The Slytherin who was gradually becoming different from everyone's previous impression.

*

There is always a light mist in the early morning.

The fog had not yet completely dissipated, but the long tables in the auditorium were already filled with excited students.

Amanta, Draco, and Harry had just arrived, and the moment they pushed open the door, the students who had been talking in low voices turned around almost at the same time, their eyes focused.

"They're coming!" someone whispered.

The three of them looked at each other and walked in. Draco raised his chin, looking arrogant as always. Harry was scratching his head nervously, while Amanta remained calm and looked cool.

As soon as they sat down, they heard someone whispering:

"It was the four of them... I didn't expect they would actually defeat the dragon..."

"I was in the stands yesterday, it was really thrilling."

"Especially Merlin, the way she casts spells with both hands... it's so unreal..."

On the other hand, some people lowered their voices with a hint of regret.

"Didn't we jump to conclusions too early..."

"What about cheating with black magic..."

“It’s a bit embarrassing indeed.”

Cedric, Hermione, Neville and Luna also came over.

"You three... are so handsome!" Luna's eyes sparkled and her tone was vague.

"I was really afraid that you would be burned by the dragon at that time." Neville's hand holding the fork was still shaking a little.

"But you guys actually cooperated like this." Hermione said while glancing at Amanta, "It's no wonder that you have formulated a strategy long ago."

Cedric smiled calmly: "Well done."

As he was speaking, several owls swooped into the auditorium and dropped several copies of today's Daily Prophet.

Luna snatched up a copy and glanced oddly at the cover.

"You... better not be angry."

Harry leaned over to take a look, "Oh, shit, it's her."

As expected, the huge and exaggerated title on the cover reads:

"The love-hate entanglement of the four cheating group? Under the conspiracy, are they companions or rivals in love?"

The subtitle is even more outrageous:

“Dark Magic and Forbidden Feelings – Uncovering the Complex Relationship between the Slytherin Trio and the Mysterious Transfer Student!”

The picture below is a photo of the four of them standing together during yesterday's game. Amanta has a serious expression, but under Rita Skeeter's magic camera lens, her expression is forcibly modified to look like a "cold and beautiful strategist."

The content of the article is even more exaggerated:

"According to reliable sources, Amanta Merlyn, the most mysterious female student at Hogwarts in recent years, is not only talented but also extremely charming, and has many suitors around her. The most eye-catching among them are Harry Potter, who survived a catastrophe, and the mysterious transfer student Julius Hoffman. Both of them are deeply in love with this Slytherin 'Black Rose', and Master Draco, the heir of Malfoy, is also suspected to be the object of her 'official announcement'..."

"According to insiders, the mastermind behind the chaos in the Goblet of Fire election is likely closely related to this 'love quadrangle'. Is it a coincidence or a shocking secret?"

Harry blushed, "What! I don't like Amanta!"

"Julius's paragraph is too disgusting..." Draco frowned, "She also wrote about me... 'As the son of a pure-blood noble, I am willing to spend a fortune on Miss Merlin'..."

Amanta sighed, folded the newspaper and put it into the Sage's Ring.

"Ignore her. Just treat her as a noisy bug."

Luna said thoughtfully: "I think her writing is still not outrageous enough. If she added a paragraph like 'Amanta is actually the reincarnation of Merlin', it would be complete."

Neville muttered quietly: "Maybe she will really write it in the next issue..."

As everyone was complaining, a sarcastic voice suddenly came from behind:

"Hey, aren't these the four of us, the 'Three Powerful Warriors'?"

Everyone turned around—a student from Beauxbatons was walking over with Mikhailov from Durmstrang, smiling.

"I read today's Daily Prophet. Tsk tsk," Mihaylov stared at Amanta teasingly, "So your Hogwarts is held together by love?"

Harry clenched his fists. "Say that again?"

"Forget it, Harry." Amanta stood up, her eyes sharp, "We can't defeat a dragon with our mouths."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "But if you're interested, I don't mind teaching you how to use a spell to tie your tongue next time."

A few sarcastic students snorted and walked away.

"Okay, don't let these things affect your mood." Hermione lowered her voice, "The game has just begun, we have to stay ahead."

Amanta nodded and looked at the flags of the four major colleges hanging high in the center of the auditorium, her eyes gradually becoming calm and firm.

The Triwizard Tournament was just the beginning. Now, they not only had to face the competition, the mission, and the unknown, but also the gazes of the entire wizarding world. Including - the hostility hidden in these gazes.