Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The ball was only as big as a walnut, golden in color, with two small silver wings flapping on both sides, making it even look a little cute.

Adrian held the ball up to Amanta.

"The Golden Snitch flies as fast as lightning and is difficult to see during the game."

He smiled, then suddenly let go of her hand.

The Golden Snitch flashed left and right in front of them, and then disappeared in the middle of the court -

"Amanta, show me your strength." Derian handed the broom in his hand to Amanta.

Marcus slapped Derian's head with his palm.

"What are you doing?—She's still a newbie!"

"That's why we need to see if she's a genius. I don't want to lose this year's Quidditch game."

Amanta mounted Adrian's broom.

"Okay, let me try."

Sitting on the broom was more comfortable than she had imagined. Perhaps there was some magic cast on the broom, making it feel like sitting on a cushion.

But what really made her feel comfortable was that the familiar feeling surrounded her again.

Indulge in flying in the sky without any restraint.

She rode her broom high into the air, looking down at the entire field, squinting her eyes to find any traces that could not be missed.

The Quidditch field at noon was blinded by the sunlight, with golden flashes everywhere. Finding the Golden Snitch was like looking for a needle in a haystack; it was impossible to see clearly.

Amanta glided lightly over the Quidditch pitch, searching for the Golden Snitch.

Soon, she saw a small piece of shiny object——

She rushed over, but when she got closer she suddenly realized that it was the reflection of a mirror fragment.

Amanta circled the center of the Quidditch pitch again, but still found nothing.

Her eyes were sore from staying in the sun for too long.

She paused, taking in the Quidditch pitch, breathlessly.

Pay attention—see, listen—

Suddenly, she caught a very tiny buzzing sound nearby, like the buzzing of a mosquito.

She turned her head and saw the Golden Snitch not far to her right.

She rushed after it.

The Golden Snitch flapped its two little wings and flew quickly ahead.

Amanta stared at it closely, following it across the railing of the court, her light-blond hair blown straight behind her by the strong wind.

She followed the Snitch as it flew over the auditorium—nearly colliding with the auditorium's crossbars.

Fortunately, she adjusted the direction urgently and avoided it.

Getting closer, she followed the Snitch through the loop of the goalpost.

Suddenly, the Golden Snitch turned a corner and flew straight over her head.

Amanta crossed her legs and clamped the broom, somersaulted in the air and followed closely behind -

I'm about to meet--

Ten meters, seven meters, five meters, one and a half meters - thirty centimeters, sprint again, accelerate -

She reached out her hand, and her fingertips were about to touch it.

Not even close.

At last.

She let go of the broom with both hands and maintained a delicate balance with her legs and body.

The tiny golden snitch was reflected in her blue eyes.

Amanta put her hands forward -

Caught!

Amanta's heartbeat quickened slightly. She had already grasped the small ball with both hands. She could feel a tingling sensation in her palms. The Golden Snitch was still struggling and flapping its wings in her hands.

Amanta slowly lowered her broom to the ground and walked towards Marcus and Derian.

She held up the golden snitch she had just caught and signaled to them.

"I got it."

"Great! Amanta, what a brilliant move, you are an absolute genius! It's a shame no one discovered you sooner - you should be in the World Cup!"

Marcus ran over in admiration and excitement.

"Congratulations, you passed the test."

Derian gave her a thumbs-up and smiled broadly at her.

Marcus pulled out the pocket watch from his trouser pocket and took a look. "Let me see how long it took you - Merlin's hair! Only twenty minutes!" he shouted in surprise.

"Slytherin is sure to win the Quidditch Cup again this year." Derian held out his hand proudly.

Amanta high-fived them one by one.

……

"I already know about this. The godfather asked my father to buy you a broom. He said that the peacock in my house always likes to show off his generosity everywhere, and now there is a chance to invest in a talented player and support poor academies - these are his exact words."

Draco said sourly during the afternoon Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Dad bought you a Nimbus 2000. That's so unfair! I only have a Comet 260."

The sourness in his words was almost overflowing.

He was obviously extremely jealous that Amanta had been selected for the Quidditch team.

Harry wasn't as sour as Draco.

His bright eyes were full of anticipation, twinkling with little stars.

Amanta thought that it might be because he had never even touched a broom and had no idea about his flying talent.

At this time, Harry was still worried that he would make a fool of himself when riding on the broom, even though his desire to learn to fly and play Quidditch was no less than Draco's.

"It's exciting just thinking about it! Thinking about seeing you on the Quidditch field. By the way, can I come and watch you train?"

"I'll ask Marcus later, but I think it should be possible."

"awesome!"

Harry shouted.

Then he noticed that everyone in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was looking at him.

"Dear Mr. Potter, what may I do for you?"

Professor Quirrell's eyes moved back and forth between the three of them in uncertainty, and Amanta felt that his gaze lingered on her for an especially long time.

"what--!"

With a thud, Harry suddenly fell off the chair and onto the ground, holding his head and rolling around, crying out in pain.

Amanta and Draco were startled and hurried to help him up.

But Harry kept kicking his legs and rolling and twitching on the ground.

He was pale and sweaty, and seemed to be suffering from pain he had never experienced before.

"What's up with him?!"

"Potter is crazy!"

"Did anyone curse him?!"

"Is it because of Professor Quirrell's garlic smell?"

The classroom was in a panic and suddenly became a mess.

"Oh - hurry up, take Mr. Potter to the school hospital."

Professor Quirrell shouted at the top of his voice from the back of the crowd.

Harry slowly and weakly stopped, and Amanta and Draco took the opportunity to help him up. Fortunately, Harry was thin, otherwise it would not be so easy for the two of them.

"Draco! I know where the school hospital is. I'll take you there."

Blaise patted Draco and motioned for them to follow.

Amanta and Draco put Harry's arms on his shoulders, one on each side. Harry lowered his head weakly and gasped.

"Finally, I'm away from this garlic-smelling classroom..."

As soon as Bryce walked out of the classroom, he said with lingering fear.

When she walked some distance away from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Amanta looked back to make sure there was no one following her.

She glanced at Blaise, who was walking in front of her, with concern and asked in a low voice, "Harry, is your scar hurting again?"

"Yes... the pain is stronger and much more intense than the previous one."

Harry's face was pale, and he seemed to have not yet recovered from the severe pain he had just experienced.

Draco looked worried.

"Does this mean that his power has become stronger?"

Amanta's face darkened: "I think... I'm afraid so."