Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Soon Amanta spotted a young man sitting in a dark corner with his back to them.

The reason why it was almost certain that this person was Professor Quirrell was that the man had a huge purple scarf wrapped around his head, which made him look quite strange and funny even in the Leaky Cauldron, which was full of people dressed in unique styles.

Amanta tried to see something odd about his turban.

Unfortunately, apart from her, who else in this world knows that Voldemort is hiding in the back of Professor Quirrell's head?

Amanta sighed.

Unfortunately, she was not Harry. At least for now, she could not see anything except the intricate purple pattern on Professor Quirrell's scarf.

"Miss Merlin?"

Professor McGonagall followed her gaze.

"This is Professor Quirrell. He is the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course at Hogwarts. Although he is dressed a little strangely, he is still a responsible professor."

Professor McGonagall gave her a brief introduction, but made no move to go over and greet Professor Quirrell.

"I think we should go."

"Ah, okay."

Amanta followed Professor McGonagall across the bar and came to a small patio enclosed by walls on all sides. There were only some weeds growing here, and a trash can was placed against one wall.

Professor McGonagall looked at Amanta and a rare smile appeared on her face.

"Ms. Merlin, although I can choose to Apparate directly to Diagon Alley, I think that might be less fun for you, isn't it?"

She pulled out her wand and tapped the tiles above the bin.

"Count three blocks up—well, count two blocks sideways... OK, here it is."

The brick that Professor McGonagall had knocked on began to shake continuously, and the whole wall suddenly became like a water surface where a rock had fallen into it, shaking in waves, moving to both sides and slowly receding like a wave.

Until a wide, short archway appeared behind, and behind the archway was a winding cobblestone street.

Amanta opened her mouth in slight surprise.

Although she had imagined it countless times before, seeing the scene with her own eyes was more shocking than she had imagined.

Professor McGonagall said, "Welcome to Diagon Alley."

Amanta said to herself in her heart.

"Welcome to the magical world."

……

"All kinds of crucibles, tin-plated, brass, copper, silver, automatic folding, automatic stirring--"

Amanta looked up and saw the sign for the Patchy Crucible Shop.

The sign was hung on a pile of crucibles stacked high outside the store. The crucibles reflected the early morning sunlight, shining somewhat dazzlingly on Amanta's face.

Amanta couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Potions class...you need to buy one, but Miss Merlin, we have to go to Gringotts to exchange the money first."

"Ok."

Before going to Diagon Alley, Dean Ossena had prepared enough pounds for her to last the entire semester.

She just needed to go to Gringotts, a goblin bank, and exchange the pounds for the wizarding world's common currency.

Along the way, Amanta looked at everything around her curiously, just like every little wizard who came to the magical world for the first time.

At the same time, she quietly memorized in her mind the items sold and the locations of each store.

Quidditch Boutique... well, behind it is the Jishu Stationery Store, and then Flourish and Blotts Bookstore...

"professor."

Amanta took the initiative to call Professor McGonagall.

"What is it? My dear Miss Merlin."

"After we withdraw the money, can I go buy the necessary supplies by myself? I think I can do it myself. Besides, I want to hang out here for a while. Is that okay, Professor?"

The girl in front of her was only about eleven years old, and Professor McGonagall was a little hesitant.

But it might be that Amanta's eyes revealed the same kind of loneliness and determination as hers.

The look shook her, reminding her of herself when she was eleven years old.

Professor McGonagall pointed to an ice cream shop not far away called Florin Fosco's.

"Okay, I'll wait for you there, and if you have any questions or finish shopping for supplies, come find me here."

"Okay, thank you, Professor."

Amanta's idea of ​​shopping was not a spur-of-the-moment idea. She had not forgotten her purpose for today - to change the scene of Harry and Draco's encounter.

The most urgent task is to find Harry or Draco first.

After that, just follow them and things will be easy.

……

"Today's exchange rate is 1 Galleon for 5 pounds. How much do you want to exchange..."

A goblin sat on a high stool behind the counter, reporting to Amanta in a drawl with his eyes half closed.

"The currency used in the wizarding world is Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts. One gold Galleon is equal to seventeen silver Sickles, and one silver Sickle is equal to twenty-nine copper Knuts."

Professor McGonagall stood aside and introduced Amanta.

"Ok."

Amanta took out the pounds she had prepared and handed them over.

When she raised her arm and placed it on the counter, the sleepy fairy was about to take it when he suddenly saw the bracelet on her left wrist.

The fairy immediately looked as if he had seen a ghost, and even forgot to take the banknote that Amanta handed over.

He stretched out his slender hand and slapped the other goblin next to him violently.

"Wake up! Look! What do you think that is? Am I seeing things right?"

Another fairy next to him adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.

“…What’s the fuss! Ah…the almighty gold…is this really, really…” He was probably so shocked that his nails almost poked his eyes.

Perhaps their expressions were too exaggerated, which attracted the attention of other colleagues.

The goblin who was weighing gold coins looked over here and stayed where he was before even putting the weight on the other end of the scale; the goblin who was keeping a large account book had ink stains on a large area of ​​the parchment; as for the goblin who was holding a ruby ​​and examining it carefully, he didn't even notice that the ruby ​​had fallen to the ground.

"Oh, the fairy's gold... Hurry up and inform the bank president!" The fairy confirmed from the reactions of other fairies that he was not mistaken.

He quickly stretched out his slender, dark fingers and deftly turned the numbers on the old-fashioned telephone in front of him.

Amanta and Professor McGonagall looked at each other with confusion in their eyes. Neither of them could understand why the goblins reacted so strongly.

The only thing that is certain is that they all know this bracelet and its former owner.

……

A goblin led Amanta and Professor McGonagall through the snow-white marble hall.

They passed through a door, and after passing one door after another, they stopped in front of a tall silver door.

"Ladies, please come in. Our president, Mr. Guliqi, is waiting for you."

The goblin opened the door for them.

This seemed to be an extremely luxurious office. The translucent marble table was filled with all kinds of exquisite collectibles, a small crystal hourglass, a golden scale with intricate patterns, and some bronze statues of fairies with different expressions.

Sitting opposite them was an elf who seemed to be very old. He sat on a tall chair inlaid with a huge sapphire. He was a little hunched over and looked at them with a mean look in his eyes.

"Miss, the bracelet you are wearing is mine."