Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

When they heard that this was a specially customized Nimbus 2000, many people could no longer hold back and stood up from their seats to look in the direction of Amanta.

At first they just stood up, but later because the person in front was too tall, people kept pulling at the shoulders of the person in front, and they squeezed together, getting closer and closer.

In the end, there was at least a large crowd of people gathered around, trying their best to get a look at the Nimbus 2000.

They may have been concerned about the rumors that Amanta was the third generation Dark Lord, and tacitly kept a distance of about two or three meters around Amanta.

But the distance was still shrinking because more and more people were blocking the way, just wanting to stick their heads in to take a look at the broom.

Seeing that the order in the auditorium was about to collapse, the prefects stood up and called out to the members of their own academy.

"Seamus!"

"Michael!"

"Susan!"

"Come back quickly!"

Amanta sighed and put the Nimbus 2000 into the Sage's Ring.

bang——

Groups of people fell to the ground.

After a series of screams and sighs, they pushed the people away with complaints and rubbed their waists and knees in pain.

"Where's the Nimbus 2000? How come it suddenly disappeared?"

Someone pointed at Amanta and shouted.

"Put it away." Amanta spread her hands innocently.

"cut--"

"mean--"

They booed loudly and dispersed back to their seats in disappointment.

"That's too bad. Ever since I met you," Draco looked away with envy and jealousy, "I began to doubt whether I was my father's biological child."

"Hedwig!"

Harry on her left suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Amanta saw Harry's snowy owl also flying over with a note in its mouth.

Harry happily opened it and glanced at it, then handed it to Amanta and Draco to read together.

-Dear Harry:

- It's Friday afternoon, so you, Amanta and Draco don't have classes, right? I wonder if you would like to come over to my place for tea this afternoon? I want to ask about your first week of school, and please give my regards to Amanta. What happened the day before yesterday was really awful - poor little girl, please ask Hedwig to give me your answer.

- Rubeus Hagrid

When they had finished, Harry asked, "Would you like to come with me?"

"I have no objection." Amanta agreed quickly.

Draco just shook his head, and seeing that Amanta had already agreed, he had to say reluctantly: "I didn't want to go, but since Amanta is going, let's go together."

He added: "Although I don't have much hope there, it's best for us to act with Amanta."

Harry nodded: "That's right, we can't let Amanta out of sight for a quarter of an hour - unless we go back to the dormitory to sleep at night."

"…Pansy has been taken to the Ministry of Magic."

Amanta reminded them.

Draco and Harry shook their heads at the same time, looking extremely worried.

"You're so easily fooled."

Draco said seriously.

Harry nodded in agreement, "We can't let you get into an accident again, or we'll blame ourselves for the rest of our lives."

"Ok."

Amanta said helplessly.

Is this a friend?

Amanta suddenly realized for the first time that she had two such sincere friends.

etc--

Today is Friday, which means the first Potions class is about to start.

Although Snape would never deduct points from Slytherin, there was no guarantee that he would not make things difficult for Harry.

in case--

"Harry, if I add powdered narcissus root to my wormwood infusion, what will I get?"

Amanta suddenly asked.

"Ah?" Harry was a little confused by Amanta's sudden question, "Amanta, what grass or powder are you talking about?"

"I heard that Snape likes to make things difficult for others in the first class, so I'm testing you in advance. After all, he doesn't seem to like you very much."

Amanta said quickly, and then repeated her previous question: "If I add powdered narcissus root to the wormwood infusion, what will I get?"

"A dose of Life and Death Water... is a very powerful sleeping pill."

"What is bezoar?"

"The stones in the cow's stomach can detoxify." Harry said confusedly, "I remember you checked us all by heart before school started."

"That's good." Amanta breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that her intensive training for them during the summer vacation was quite effective.

……

The Potions classroom is a classroom in the basement. It is as gloomy as the Slytherin common room. There are many bottles and jars containing animal specimens on the shelves along the wall.

They took this class with Gryffindor, and it was the only class they had with Gryffindor so far.

During class, Snape strode in, and his gloomy look instantly intimidated the chattering first-year students in the classroom.

Snape, like the other professors, paused when he called Harry's name, even though it was not the first time he had called out the name since the beginning of the term.

"Harry Potts - oh our famous Boy-Who-Lived."

There was laughter from the Gryffindors, and Snape glanced at them coldly.

"No noise is allowed during class. One point will be deducted from Gryffindor."

The Gryffindor students immediately shut their mouths and stopped laughing.

"Magic potions require precise scientific configuration and extremely strict craftsmanship. Since making magic potions does not require waving a wand foolishly, many people do not believe that this is magic. I do not place my hopes on you - I do not expect you to understand the beauty of the white smoke and fragrance floating on the simmering crucible. You will not understand the magical power of magic potions - this kind of liquid that penetrates deep into the blood vessels, making people excited and confused..."

"I can even teach you to improve your reputation, brew honor, and even stay away from death - but you must remember that you are not a troll head."

His voice was soft and silky, not loud, but heard clearly by everyone present.

"Po Te!"

Snape suddenly called out Harry's name loudly.

"Professor?" Harry stood up hastily.

"What is the difference between Aconitum chamaejasme and Aconitum naviculatum?"

"Professor, this is the same thing, and both are called Aconitum."

"What can you make by grinding scarabs into powder?"

"..."

Amanta's heart tightened. This was a question that was not in the original plot, and she naturally hadn't thought of asking Harry this question just now.

Harry's eyes were a little confused.

Just as Snape curled his lips in contempt, Harry suddenly replied:

"Intelligence enhancers, professor."

"It seems that you have studied your textbooks carefully before school starts. Five points for Slytherin."

Snape snorted.

Harry sat down happily and winked at Amanta.

The Gryffindors were obviously somewhat dissatisfied with Snape's favoritism.

They were deducted one point at the beginning of the class, while the Slytherin gained five points by answering a few questions casually.

Ron hissed quietly.

This sound obviously did not escape Snape's ears.

"It seems that Weasley is a little dissatisfied. If you can answer better than Pott, I will deduct the points from Gryffindor."

Ron's face turned pale: "No, Professor."

Snape obviously ignored his refusal. "What can you make by grinding up a lionfish spine into powder?"

Ron stammered: "I don't know... Professor."

"What can you make with fairy wings?"

"…I don't know, Professor."

"Weasley, didn't you turn the pages of your book before term started? Five points from Gryffindor."

Snape shouted, "Grind up lionfish spines into powder to make healing potions, and fairy wings can be used to make beauty potions, do you understand? Before you laugh at Pott, is there anyone who can do better than him? Or is Gryffindor just making silly noises? Why don't you write this down now?"

His series of rhetorical questions made the Gryffindors' faces turn pale.

Then everyone reacted immediately, fumbling for their parchments and notebooks, and quickly wrote down what Snape had just said.

No one dared to question Snape anymore. Snape wrote down the preparation method of a potion to treat scabies on the blackboard in the middle of the classroom, and then divided them into groups of two to boil the potion.

Amanta was in a group with Draco, and Harry was in a group with Blaise.

Snape walked around Harry, dragging his long black cloak around, observing their operations.

"Po Te! Look, is this San Ke?"

Harry was frightened by Snape and quickly put the dried nettles back on the scale to weigh them.

Although it seems very strict, it is simply special tutoring.

But Amanta had to admit that Draco was very good at handling potion materials. They were the first in the class to make the potion.

"Gryffindor trolls, come and see how perfect the potion that Merlin and Malfoy brewed is!"

Just as everyone was looking towards Amanta and Draco's cauldron, a loud hissing sound suddenly came from the back of the classroom.

Neville and Seamus ran away from their table screaming in horror.

For some reason, their cauldrons melted, and a thick, pungent green smoke rose from the cauldron. The potion inside overflowed and flowed to the ground.

The students screamed and dodged, some even standing on the tables and chairs.

Before she could cause more damage, Amanta pulled out her wand and pointed it at the ground.

"Tergeo——"

The potion in the crucible and on the ground was swept away.

Neville gave Amanta a grateful look.

"I'm afraid you added the porcupine quills without taking the pot off the heat. One point from Gryffindor."

Snape scolded Neville and Seamus harshly, and the two men's faces turned pale again.