Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

In the west wing of the library, the corridor is deep and dark, with only faint lights shining on the old stone bricks.

Amanta, wearing a dark green cloak, walked lightly through the rows of towering bookshelves.

Her eyes silently slid across the dusty spines of the books, but her mind was extremely clear.

At the corner, she stopped.

Julius was already waiting there, leaning against the half-open wooden window frame, his black hair glowing softly in the dim light, and his eyes were as gentle and smiling as always.

"Miss Amanta."

He nodded slightly, his voice soft and gentle, "I'm glad you're willing to come."

Amanta stood still, with a gentle, distant and polite smile on her face, and said in a light voice:

"Time is short, if you have anything to say, just tell me."

Julius chuckled, as if he didn't care about her indifference. He pulled out a thick book from behind him and flipped it open. His tone was lazy and vague:

"I just want to ask you a few small things. About yesterday's game... and, about your opinion."

Amanta narrowed her eyes.

"view?"

Julius closed the book, looked up at her, and said with a smile:

"For example... the fact that I offered my help seemed to surprise you?"

Amanta was silent for a moment, then readily admitted it.

“It’s really unexpected.”

She raised an eyebrow and said bluntly, "I didn't expect you to be of any help."

Julius smiled gently upon hearing this, his smile was as gentle as a cup of warm honey water, but it also contained a hint of indescribable bitterness.

"Is my credibility in your heart so low?"

He leaned forward slightly and said in a tone that sounded like a sigh, "That really hurts."

Amanta calmly took a half step back, keeping a subtle distance, her eyes still calm.

"I'm more used to judging by results," she said, "but yesterday... you helped a lot. I admit, it was unexpected."

Julius stared at her, and a hint of darkness seemed to flash across his eyes, which was then immediately covered by a soft light.

"is it?"

He chuckled, his voice soft, "That's good. I don't want you to always look at me with guarded eyes... At least, sometimes, we can stand side by side, right?"

Amanta didn't respond, but just tilted her head slightly and changed the subject:

"The magic circle you used yesterday—"

Her eyes were sharp, and she changed the subject, "That's not ordinary magic."

Julius raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled nonchalantly: "Did you figure it out?"

"An ancient jamming array. It has been almost lost." Amanta said in a calm tone, "At least I haven't seen a complete record in the Hogwarts library."

At the last moment of the game, when the dragon was about to open its mouth to spit out fire, it was obviously disturbed by this strange power for a moment, causing its movements to slow down and its steps to stagger. It was this subtle flaw that gave Amanta and Harry the decisive opportunity.

That level of mental interference array——

It is not something that an ordinary student can easily set up.

Julius' lips curved slightly, as if he was enjoying her questioning.

"really."

He admitted lazily, "It's ancient magic... but it's just a few tricks. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Amanta looked at him coldly and did not answer immediately.

Julius took a step closer, his movements were gentle, his voice was as soft as a feather, deliberately lowered:

"In front of a talent like yours, the so-called rules of the world are nothing but the chains of a cage."

He leaned forward slightly, his tone was coaxing, "Amanta... you should learn to break them, go higher and further."

Amanta narrowed her eyes, her expression unchanged, but her heart was quietly tense.

Julius's approach was not intimacy in the ordinary sense, but a different kind of dangerous aura - like a docile snake with its head lowered, gently wrapping around its prey, waiting for the prey to relax.

He continued in a gentle voice: "If you are willing, I can teach you the forgotten knowledge and impart the true power..."

His voice was low, seductive and elegant, like a silent cello solo.

Amanta smiled gently, her eyes cold and sharp:

"It sounds like... it's like recruiting believers."

Julius raised an eyebrow and asked slowly, "What's wrong with people with strong faith?"

Amanta said nothing more, but just looked at him quietly, as if she was dissecting a rare and dangerous magical item.

Julius seemed not to mind her indifference. He just lazily took a half step back and raised his hand to indicate: "I am just making an invitation, not forcing it."

There was a slight sense of oppression in the air, but it soon calmed down as the two of them restrained themselves.

Amanta lowered her eyes and said calmly:

"Maybe one day."

She paused, and the corners of her lips raised an arc with unknown meaning, "When I'm interested."

Julius smiled, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

"Then I will wait patiently."

He whispered, his voice as soft as an unformed dream.

When Amanta turned to leave, she felt the gaze behind her still lingering.

It was neither pure hostility nor pure kindness.

It's something more complex and deeper.

It was like a gamble that had not yet been revealed, and she had been quietly placed on the gambling table.

But Amanta just raised her chin and walked steadily and calmly.

She is never afraid of any gamble——

I will never become anyone's pawn easily.