Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Bryce, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and looked at them with interest.

"You are talking about... the Dark Lord?"

"How do you know?" Harry blurted out, and Amanta quickly covered his mouth.

Blaise led them down the stairs without a care in the world.

"The pain in your scar - it can only be related to the Dark Lord."

Amanta was a little surprised. The plot she had read originally only gave a brief description of Bryce, so she knew almost nothing about Bryce.

Over the past few days, Bryce has been trying to exude his charming and handsome charisma, but he also often makes some rash mistakes in class.

She always thought that Brace was a girl with an empty brain, who only cared about her beauty and the girl's love for her.

It now appears that she made an error in judgment.

Slytherin is indeed full of hidden talents.

But could Blaise be on Voldemort's side?

Amanta was a little cautious, and so was Harry.

They didn't say anything else. After Bryce led them to the school hospital on the second floor, he waved his hand to indicate that he had to go back to class.

After Blaise left, Draco approached Amanta and Harry and whispered:

"Don't worry about Blaise. He's just like you. He has always looked down on Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Oh, or he just doesn't take anything seriously."

Draco spread his hands.

"That's indeed...interesting."

Amanta stroked her chin in thought.

"Oh - what happened to you?"

Madam Pomfrey hurried over from behind the curtain of the bed and looked closely at Harry, who was between them.

Harry glanced at Amanta and Draco, hesitant.

"I... suddenly have a headache."

He said cryptically.

"Come here, let me see."

Madam Pomfrey pointed to a corner of the room where many strange-looking medical instruments and bottles were placed.

She then gave Harry a careful examination.

"Kid, nothing's wrong with you."

Madam Pomfrey put down the instrument angrily, obviously thinking they were conspiring to play a trick on her.

Amanta was not surprised. Harry and Draco breathed a sigh of relief, especially Harry who kept muttering to himself: "Great! I thought my head was going to split apart..."

"Rest well, attend classes well, eat well, I don't believe something like this will happen again."

Madam Pomfrey gave them a scolding before letting them go back.

They returned to the second floor classroom for a sleepy History of Magic class.

During dinner, when almost all the students had arrived, Dumbledore suddenly walked from the professor's long table to the golden owl podium in the center.

"Students of Hogwarts, I have something to say while you eat."

Everyone looked at Dumbledore curiously; they rarely saw Dumbledore speak publicly at such an informal occasion.

However, given the gossip that was all over the place today, they probably had guessed what Dumbledore was going to say.

Many people kept glancing towards the Slytherin table, trying to find the subject of today's gossip.

"I can't help but start looking forward to what Professor Dumbledore is going to say."

Harry said excitedly.

Draco's face flushed slightly, as if that had become a dark history that could not be touched. He said angrily, "Don't mention it. It makes me sick to mention them now."

"A very, very unfortunate thing happened today, but fortunately, we can still see that Miss Merlin is safe and sound after suffering this disaster. Hogwarts firmly opposes the occurrence of such incidents, firmly opposes fighting between classmates, and firmly opposes such behavior of attempting to deprive others of their lives."

"Pansy Parkinson has been taken away by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. She will be tried soon. I am afraid she will face a sentence of one to four years in prison and will be under continuous surveillance for a longer period of time. At the same time, the Parkinson family has announced that it will expel Pansy Parkinson from the family tree."

"Daphne Greengrass, although she has always insisted that she was unaware of the accident and was threatened by Pansy, given the severity of the accident, we have chosen to let her suspend her studies for a year, return home to receive a better family education, and return to school after a year."

"I am announcing this tonight in the hope that you will take it as a warning. As a wizard, good character is much more important than superb skills. I hope that during my many years of teaching, I can safely watch each of you graduate successfully."

Amanta wasn't too surprised by Pansy and Daphne's fate.

When they do these things, they should consider that they should pay the price for their words and actions.

Harry cheered and raised his arms, and it was obvious that he might even want to dance to celebrate - if he could, of course.

"Retribution! This is retribution! Amanta, why don't you applaud with me?"

"Cough cough."

Amanta clapped perfunctorily.

Draco clapped his hands hard several times, turning his palms red.

"Damn it!" he cursed.

After Dumbledore stepped down from the podium, the hall suddenly became lively and noisy, and everyone was obviously discussing what had happened today.

A handsome, tall boy stood up from the Hufflepuff table and walked towards Amanta and the others, causing an uproar among the Hufflepuffs.

He seemed a little overwhelmed by this, but still walked up to them with a gentle smile, appearing a little shy.

"Hello, I'm Cedric Diggory from the third year, Amanta, Draco, nice to meet you."

Cedric…Amanta stared at him.

Three years later at the Triwizard Tournament, Cedric's death shocked the entire Hogwarts and even the entire wizarding world.

At the last stage of the Triwizard Tournament, he and Harry touched the Triwizard Tournament trophy together. They thought they had won the victory for Hogwarts together - but they never imagined that the trophy had been replaced with a portkey that could be used for teleportation in advance.

So after they touched the trophy, they were teleported together to the Little Hangleton Churchyard where Voldemort was.

Just because of Voldemort's order: "Kill those who get in the way."

Peter Pettigrew then cast a killing curse and killed Cedric - his death was so sudden and so easy.

The sunny and cheerful boy who was still talking alive in the last second turned into a cold, gray corpse in the next second.

The fear in the wizarding world came from the fact that his death proved that Voldemort had really returned.

No one dared to believe this incident, and it cast a terrifying shadow over everyone.

Only the people at Hogwarts truly mourned for him.

In the hearts of all the students at Hogwarts, this handsome boy who embodies all the excellent qualities of Hufflepuff, this honest, fair, kind and hardworking boy, will forever remain in that night that should have been glorious.

Amanta looked at the boy with delicate features in front of her, and a trace of regret welled up in her heart.

Harry came forward first and shook Cedric's hand vigorously.

"Cedric! Why are you here?"