Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Time quickly came to August 1st. On that day, Amanta got up early and waited eagerly at the door of the orphanage.

The foggy city at the end of the 20th century was often shrouded in thick smog, but Amanta's mood at the moment was just like the sunlight shining through the window at dawn - with a hint of grass and earth.

Her healthy body often made her feel energetic, a feeling she had never experienced in the past decade.

Around eight or nine o'clock in the morning, a subtle air fluctuation was heard in the air outside the door.

Amanta immediately sat up straight with her somewhat stiff body.

After a slight "puff" sound, a woman in a purple robe and a very tight bun appeared out of thin air at the door of the orphanage, and then walked straight into the orphanage.

Without much thought, Amanta hurried over to meet him.

"Excuse me, are you Professor McGonagall?"

The stern-looking woman wearing a pair of square glasses turned to look at Amanta with a hint of surprise on her face.

"Yes...oh, I guess you are Miss Merlin."

"Professor McGonagall, it's nice to meet you. Are we going to Diagon Alley now?"

Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses on the bridge of her nose, her capable and sharp eyes revealed unabashedly from behind them.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Merlin, but before we go to Diagon Alley, I think I should explain the situation to the headmaster here."

Dean Osena was already sitting in her office working. She raised her head from a pile of thick documents, took off her glasses and rubbed the corners of her wrinkled eyes.

"Professor McGonagall, welcome. Let me think...it's been eight years since we last met, hasn't it?"

Professor McGonagall said politely, "Yes, Jocelyn is a very hardworking child. Thanks to you, he found a job at the Ministry of Magic last month."

Dean Osena smiled and said, "That's great."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, but Professor McGonagall quickly changed her tone and returned to her serious and solemn self.

"I want to ask you something important. Could you tell me what happened when Miss Merlin arrived here?"

Is it... time to reveal her life story?

Amanta has been curious about this for a long time. How did the Merlin family, which had long disappeared in the wizarding world, quietly pass on to her generation until... she, Amanta Merlin, appeared in the orphanage?

She immediately pricked up her ears and listened attentively.

Dean Osena looked at Amanta's expression, and after seeing that there was nothing strange on Amanta's face, he rubbed his brows and began to talk.

"Amanta is a child... It's strange. That morning, nurse Mabel went to pick up the milk ordered for the day. When she came back, guess what happened?"

Dean Osenna smiled and said, "There is no milk in the milk bucket, but there is a child sleeping in it."

"Speaking of this..." Dean Osena paused, as if recalling something.

Then she pulled out the second row of drawers in the left cabinet and found a small black jewelry box under a pile of papers.

She handed the jewelry box to Amanta, who opened it at her eye signal.

In the jewelry box was a finely crafted silver bracelet. The bracelet looked a little rough, even like branches in the forest, but among the intricate branches was a dark green gemstone.

Through the original stone, you can vaguely see a line of small English words floating strangely in the middle - "Merlin".

Apart from this, there is nothing else to see.

"Amanta, you were too young at that time, so I kept it for you. Now I think it's time to give it to you."

Amanta wanted to pick up the bracelet to take a look, but as soon as the bracelet touched her finger, it seemed to activate some mechanism.

The branches suddenly began to tremble, and they swam to her left wrist like little snakes, then wrapped around it neatly, as if they were originally one with her arm.

Dean Osena covered his mouth and uttered an exclamation: "Oh... God, this is amazing."

Professor McGonagall's stern eyes widened a little: "Merlin's beard... If I guess correctly, this should be the legendary Merlin's 'Sage's Ring'..."

Her voice trembled a little: "I think I have to report this matter to Professor Dumbledore when I get back."

Professor McGonagall held out her arm, "Miss Merlin, I think it's time for us to go to Diagon Alley. Please take my arm, and hold on tight."

"You may feel a little uncomfortable, but I believe this is the most efficient way to travel."

Apparition is indeed one of the most efficient forms of travel magic.

The function of Apparition is to allow wizards to instantly move to wherever they want to go at will. Of course, this is an extremely advanced magic and the risk factor is also very high.

Amanta was a little nervous. She believed in Professor McGonagall's ability, but she remembered that most people didn't feel good the first time they Apparated.

Before she could think about it, her whole body suddenly spun at an extremely high speed, her vision became distorted and blurred, and the strong pressure from all directions made it difficult for her to breathe, as if it was squeezing her into a sausage.

She had no choice but to hold Professor McGonagall's arm tightly.

Fortunately, this feeling did not last for a few seconds and everything returned to normal.

Amanta bent down, held her stomach and gasped for breath. It took her a while to calm down the churning in her stomach.

Fortunately, she didn't have breakfast.

Professor McGonagall looked at her with admiration. "Ms. Merlin, I was a little worried at first... after all, most people would vomit the first time they Apparate, but it turns out... you are an outstanding child."

When she came to her senses, Amanta found themselves standing in front of a dirty, shabby, small bar.

Passersby ignored the bar. They passed by Amanta, but their eyes only fell on a large bookstore on one side of the bar and a record store on the other side of the bar.

A sign above the door read "The Leaky Cauldron" - this was undoubtedly one of the entrances to Diagon Alley.

As a famous and ancient place, it seems a bit too dark and simple. Several old witches are sitting in the corner smoking long pipes and drinking small glasses of sherry. A short wizard in a top hat is talking to a bald boss with a wrinkled face.

Tom, the bar owner, saw the two of them come in and raised his glass to Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, Minerva McGonagall, I haven't seen you for a long time. Would you like something?"

Professor McGonagall wrinkled her nose inadvertently, obviously she was not used to the environment here: "No, I'm doing something for Hogwarts."

Boss Tom wiped the cup on his hand with a cloth and looked over Professor McGonagall's tall shoulder.

"Haha, you look like a first-year student at Hogwarts? Hello, little girl."

Amanta responded politely, but her eyes were quietly scanning the room.

Where... was Professor Quirrell?