Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

But this sentence probably, perhaps, or accidentally worked.

Pansy had a confused look on her face and kept repeating this sentence.

"Be yourself...be yourself...be myself..."

Amanta breathed a sigh of relief.

It looked like her counseling session was finally coming to an end, although she had no idea what Pansy was thinking.

"I get it...be myself!"

Pansy was still mumbling to herself, but her expression became more and more joyful.

"Can I go now?" Amanta asked politely. "It's time for lunch now."

"No!" Pansy screamed, "No! Before that...Amanta, please promise me, pull me, please pull me out of this abyss--"

Pansy stood on the edge of the rooftop, with an unprecedented pleading look on her face, and stretched out her hand to her.

"..."

Amanta actually wanted to just leave.

But for some reason, she suddenly thought of Draco.

What would Draco think if Pansy just jumped in front of her and - successfully died unexpectedly, oh... maybe became a Hogwarts ghost?

How much psychological trauma would this cause to Draco?

His childhood playmate - the one who jumped off the school castle three days after school started, all because of him - and his letter.

I'm afraid Draco will become depressed.

Thinking of the bills Draco paid for her in Diagon Alley, and the books he lent her from Malfoy Manor's private collection...wait, well, just for these reasons, she just...reluctantly gave her a hand?

Forget it.

Amanta stepped forward decisively to approach her and extended her hand.

Her other hand was inside her robe, holding her wand, always on guard against any movement she might make.

Pansy reached out and held her hand: "Amanta, thank you."

The corners of her mouth curled up, but her eyes became colder.

Amanta vaguely realized that there was something wrong with her smile, but it was too late -

She felt pain all over, as if she had been electrocuted, and her whole body was numb and she couldn't move.

"Amanta, you will fail because of your kindness and gullibility. This is your biggest weakness."

Pansy said lightly.

"Didn't you say that Slytherins would do anything to get what they want? I've learned that."

She pulled her hard, threw her into the abyss behind her, and kicked her again.

Amanta was caught off guard and was pushed down from the high spire of the Astronomy Tower.

There was a harsh sound of wind in my ears.

She should have thought of it earlier -

She shouldn't have been so foolish as to listen to these two people.

I was so foolish to come here and be so arrogant and confident that I could convince Pansy.

Feelings of regret and self-blame flashed through her mind for a moment, but the instinct to survive quickly overwhelmed everything.

The feeling of weightlessness was like a huge hammer, smashing her to the ground fiercely, and it seemed as if countless hands stretched out from the ground, trying desperately to pull her into the abyss.

She had never wanted to live more than she did now.

Air currents from all directions tightly strangled her mouth and nose, cutting across her cheeks like a blade.

The pain made her more conscious.

She moved her fingertips and found that she could move them.

She shouted with all her might:

"Accio Broomstick!"

She almost screamed out of her wits because the air current was about to tear her chest apart.

But after she shouted, she suddenly discovered in despair that her wand seemed to have fallen out during the fall.

At this moment, the dark green stone in the Sage's Ring on her wrist suddenly burst into dazzling light.

Even in the daytime, it is as bright as the sun.

A broom came out from some corner of the castle, and flew straight into her hands like a sharp arrow, accompanied by a whistling sound as it pierced the air.

Without any time to think, she flipped over and pressed the broom under her body.

Even though she had never ridden a broom before.

It seemed that because of her shouting just now, many people had noticed her, and loud screams came from all directions.

Amanta mounted her broom, only to find her wand just inches away from her.

She released one hand, dived down, accelerated, and grasped the wand - perfection!

But she only then noticed that further down were the floor tiles of Hogwarts.

——She was heading straight towards the ground, and there was a fear that the tip of her nose would be crushed on the ground in the next second.

The screams around her became louder, almost piercing her eardrums.

Blood rushed to her brain, she grabbed the broom and lifted it up -

She rose almost brushing the ground.

It rose higher and higher, until it was level with the astronomy tower, until the entire sky stretched out before her sight.

"Do not!!!"

Pansy's roar echoed behind her, and then was left far behind her.

She narrowly avoided the castle spires, cruised among the towers of Hogwarts, and then crossed the tall covered bridge.

Many Hogwarts students pointed to the sky in amazement.

"Look—"

"Someone's riding a broomstick on the castle—"

"Who is that?"

"It seems to be that Merlin!"

She flew over the corner of the Forbidden Forest, across the Quidditch pitch, past the Whomping Willow and Hagrid's hut.

The huge pumpkin at the door of the cottage was ripe, and she couldn't help but look forward to Halloween - if only there hadn't been that farce.

The fresh air blew past her temples.

She gradually released her hands, stretched out her arms, and felt the cool autumn breeze brushing against her fingertips.

She glided across the surface of the Black Lake, and the air stirred up a V-shaped wave on the lake behind her, startling several tentacles that stretched out from the lake surface.

Finally, she landed in the small square in front of the Hogwarts gate.

She breathed heavily, and her mood seemed to be more relaxed than ever before.

The rumors and misunderstandings of these days have all turned into beads of sweat on my forehead.

Professor McGonagall pushed open the castle gate and rushed over angrily, with Professor Snape following quickly behind her.

"How dare you - do you know you nearly broke your head - Slytherin buckle -"

Amanta had never seen Professor McGonagall so angry.

She could barely finish her words and her lips were trembling with anger.

Professor Snape interrupted Professor McGonagall's intention to deduct points with a low and gentle voice.

"Minerva, I think Miss Merlin is the most reliable student in this house. Let's hear what she has to say first."

"..."

She didn't need to cover up for Pansy and Daphne.

After all, today, Pansy really wanted to kill her.

If she hadn't reacted quickly enough, and - maybe it was luck that hadn't happened to have a little bit of talent for flying.

I'm afraid he's already dead by now.

Finally, there was the gem of the Sage's Ring - it seemed to have some kind of power, allowing her to cast wandless magic without any instruction.

She decided to go back and study it more carefully.

While thinking, Amanta told them exactly what happened at noon today.

And that seemed to make Professor McGonagall even angrier.

"Murder, this is absolute murder! - I have been teaching here for so many years and have never - seen a student like this!"

She was so angry that she almost fainted.

Professor McGonagall glared at Professor Snape sternly: "Severus, you can't cover up for us just because we are all students of your college--"

This incident really seemed to be beyond Snape's expectations.

But Snape's face remained calm. He lifted a few strands of long hair that fell in front of his eyes.

"Well...given how tense this matter is, we need to report it to Dumbledore first."

"My answer is - immediate dismissal."

An elegant and steady voice came through.

Dumbledore was standing not far away, his face looking unusually serious.

No one knew when he appeared.