Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

"Severus, investigate the situation, and then... notify the Ministry of Magic to handle it."

"it is good."

Snape agreed and turned to walk into the castle. After everyone could no longer see his expression, his face gradually became gloomy.

"These little snakes...are really lacking in discipline nowadays. They are even dumber than the trolls."

I'm afraid that Teacher Si had never imagined that such a serious accident would happen in his own academy.

Professor McGonagall did not forget to remind him behind his back.

"Hogwarts must be responsible for the safety of its students. This is the most serious accident at Hogwarts in the past ten years...Severus."

After Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape left, Dumbledore seemed to be in a much more relaxed mood. He looked at Amanta with a smile.

"Ms. Lucky Merlin, may I invite you to the principal's office?"

The principal's office is in a separate small tower, with a huge stone beast guarding the door.

"Zizz Bee Candy."

After Dumbledore gave the order, the stone beast moved to the right, revealing an automatic spiral staircase. At the top of the staircase was a shining oak door with a bright golden brass knocker embedded in the middle of the door.

As they opened the oak door and walked into the principal's office, the griffin on the door knocker opened its mouth and turned its neck, making a roaring motion.

Amanta walked into the strangest room in all of Hogwarts, except for the Room of Requirement.

The walls were covered with portraits of past principals, but at this moment they were all apparently dozing off in their frames, as if their years of life as principals had exhausted them so much that they no longer had the energy to paint portraits.

In one painting, an old man yawned lazily and opened one eye.

"Oh - this is our new Slytherin student, an amazing new student!"

He winked at Amanta slyly.

Dumbledore waved his hand.

"Phineas, it's none of your business. You can go to bed."

"Humph... Albus, don't think you can get rid of me like a beggar."

Dumbledore, wearing a dark purple robe dotted with gold stars, sat down behind his desk.

"Miss Merlin, please make yourself at home. Would you like some treacle tart?"

Dumbledore spoke briskly, seemingly having forgotten the serious accident that had just occurred in the school.

Amanta thanked Professor Dumbledore politely, picked up a piece of treacle pie, sat on a nearby soft chair, and looked around the famous headmaster's office.

There was an old bird dozing on the desk. Its feathers were sparse and dull. If it weren't for Amanta, no one would have guessed that this was the Phoenix Fox.

The Sorting Hat was placed on a nearby shelf, which was also filled with silver objects of strange shapes. Amanta even saw a silver swan floating on the water.

A little further on, there was a tall, dark cabinet, which Amanta guessed was the one that held the Pensieve.

"Ms. Merlin, I should have invited you over sooner."

"Professor Dumbledore, what is the matter with you?"

Amanta asked cautiously.

"Ms. Merlin, about your last name, Merlin, it is not a common last name even among Muggles. You grew up in a Muggle orphanage. Haven't you noticed anything over the years? About your background-"

"Muggles all think this is the nickname the orphanage gave me, after all, strange things always happen around me."

Amanta shrugged.

"Okay, then--I'm going to tell you some truths that you may not be able to accept."

Dumbledore looked at her with wise and kind eyes.

"I hadn't decided to tell you all this, but after what happened today, I think it's okay to tell you. At least I won't have to watch a person who should have been outstanding foolishly spend half his life pursuing unknown things."

Dumbledore's words left Amanta somewhat confused.

Is there any secret involved in her life experience?

Is she an orphan abandoned by the mysterious Merlin family? Or are all the descendants of the Merlin family dead, leaving only her as the only orphan?

"Professor, I don't quite understand."

"Ms. Merlin, you are not actually a person of the present era."

Dumbledore's answer shocked Amanta.

She had never guessed at this possibility before.

"What does it mean?"

"Miss Merlin, your birth was a beautiful accident."

Dumbledore tapped his fingers on the table.

"The Merlin family disappeared hundreds of years ago. Everyone believed that the Merlins had died in the wizard massacre and resistance movement in the Middle Ages. Everyone thought so, and indeed, their guess was not wrong."

"——I don't understand. I thought the Merlin family went to a place where no one could find them."

"Even if they live in seclusion, the existence of a wizard family will always leave traces in the world. For hundreds of years, have they never intermarried, studied, worked, or traded—?"

The stars on Dumbledore's purple robes reflected the candlelight on the table, shining into Amanta's slightly confused eyes.

He adjusted his glasses and told Amanta a piece of history that no one knew.

"It all started with my good friend Nicolas Flamel."

"At that time, Nicolas Flamel was still a young and talented alchemist. When he and his wife traveled around Europe, they met an equally legendary figure - Livia Merlin."

"Livia was just a little girl at the time, but she had already made amazing achievements in magic. At the same time, Flamel's alchemical talent also strongly attracted Livia."

"They traveled together for a while and then separated, but they remained close friends for many years."

"However, it was an unfortunate era - at least for wizards, it was an absolute dark age."

"The situation in Europe is getting worse and worse. The calls to kill wizards are getting louder and louder. Many wizards are even willing to work for Muggles and act as undercover agents. In a campaign of extermination, the Merlin family suffered a devastating disaster. Livia was still pregnant at the time. After receiving the letter, Mr. and Mrs. Flamel rushed over, but it was too late. "

"The Flamels searched the house and finally found the only survivor deep in the ruins - a newborn baby."

"The situation was not good. The baby was already bloody and dying. She could hardly live for another hour. After discussing it, Mr. and Mrs. Flamel temporarily froze the baby's soul in the magic bottle so that they could find a suitable way to save her in the future. So it slept there for hundreds of years - until eleven years ago."

"In an accident, they were surprised to find that a small thing they developed seemed to be able to reshape the body for the soul."

"Magic stone?"

Amanta blurted out.

Voldemort sneaked into Hogwarts by living in Professor Quirrell's head in order to find the Philosopher's Stone to create his own body.