Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

"Master! We can use him to threaten that old fox Lucius and show him who he should be loyal to!"

Quirrell laughed sinisterly, his voice sounding a little neurotic.

But at this moment he almost stopped stuttering and spoke much more fluently than usual in class.

"Haha... Good, let Lucius see... who is the master he should follow... When I get the Philosopher's Stone, it will be under Dumbledore's nose. He is old... It's time to be replaced. I want to tell the world... I am back!"

Voldemort slowly stood up and paced around Draco, turning around a few times before poking Draco's face with the tip of his wand.

From a distance, Amanta vaguely saw the light from the tip of the wand illuminating Draco's pale, frightened face.

"Draco, prove your loyalty... I'm going to give you a mission... lurk around Merlin and find a chance to get rid of her."

Voldemort paused.

"Oh yeah... I also have a diary."

Quirrell said anxiously, "No, no, that Merlin is too cunning, Master, what if she discovers the secret of the diary!"

"Haha, that makes sense... Then, let this boy first have a taste of... what happens if he betrays me."

"Okay, okay, Master."

Quirrell fumbled around for a moment and pulled out a small potion bottle from the inside pocket of his robe. He clamped Draco with one hand and pinched Draco's chin with the other, and forcefully poured the dark green potion into his mouth.

This potion obviously tastes unpleasant.

"Cough! Cough cough... ugh..."

A few suppressed growls of pain escaped from Draco's throat.

As soon as he was released, he put his hands over his chest in pain and kept dry-heaving until he fell to the ground, still coughing violently.

Voldemort laughed hoarsely.

"Crucio!"

Under the pale moonlight, Amanta saw from afar that Draco's body was twitching violently and rolling on the ground, twisting into a strange posture.

It was like a piece of roast meat thrown into the oven, curling up and twitching in the red-hot charcoal fire, making terrifying screams.

Amanta felt cold all over, and a fishy-sweet taste surged in her throat.

……calm.

calm.

She bit her lower lip hard with her teeth.

The pain and the taste of blood brought some clarity to her nerves.

She licked the blood on her face and quickly observed the terrain around her.

And Quirrell, or Voldemort, walked around with his hood dragging, watching, as if enjoying a new comedy, and making loud cackling noises.

"Hahaha……!!"

"Do you understand... This is what it feels like to betray me... Tsk, I really want to show Lucius... Why, you still don't beg for mercy... It seems you want to have another taste -"

"Crucio!"

“Ahhhh——!!!”

Draco let out a throat-tearing cry that echoed in the deep forbidden forest.

Amanta took a deep breath, her nails digging deep into her palms, not noticing the blood flowing.

She took advantage of the cover of the night and the branches to move closer.

Draco's torture seemed to be over for the time being.

His screams gradually died down, and he curled up on the ground, motionless, as if he had lost his life.

"You look at the boy, I will taste the unicorn's blood..."

Voldemort ordered, then walked towards the unicorn that was twitching in a pool of blood, and lay on its wound, burying his head and seeming to suck.

Amanta stepped on the wet and muddy leaves, moving forward bit by bit, carefully and silently.

This place was too far away, she couldn't guarantee the accuracy of the spell, she had to get closer.

Fortunately, it rained yesterday and the ground became moist and soft, so the noise when stepping on it was not too loud.

She wasn't very sure.

Even though she was facing an extremely weak Voldemort.

But he also has a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor by his side.

She was just a first-year who had been at school for a week and had learned very few spells, let alone fighting a professor.

Although she understood that the wisest thing to do was to leave here quickly and then return to the castle to find the professors and tell them what happened here.

But will it be too late then?

She couldn't stand by and watch Draco being tortured and driven mad.

Taking advantage of Voldemort's temporary relaxation, he lay on the ground and drank the unicorn's blood.

Amanta has found a suitable position to launch an attack -

"Expelliarmus!"

"Protego——"

Quirrell quickly raised his wand to block the attack. His posture was extremely strange, after all, Voldemort was still lying on the unicorn behind him.

"Who!" Quirrell shouted, "Master, someone is here!"

"Hehe... Who disturbed us again?"

Voldemort stood up quickly, waving his wand and casting spells all around.

Green beams of light shot towards the direction where Amanta was.

The sneak attack failed.

Amanta wasn't too surprised, after all, Quirrell now had eyes on both the front and back.

It can only be-

Amanta rolled on the ground, avoiding two green lights, and hid behind a tree to attack again.

"Incendio!"

The spell wasn't thrown in Voldemort's direction, but struck the trees near them.

The flames instantly crawled upwards along the lush vines, quickly burning into a large area, with flames shooting up into the sky.

"Damn it!"

Quirrell cursed loudly.

Amanta was well aware that she had little chance of winning against Quirrell and Voldemort at the moment, so her plan was only to delay time as much as possible and attract attention from both inside and outside the Forbidden Forest.

Amanta then threw a second fire spell near them.

The trees made crackling and creaking sounds, twisting hideously in the flames, and the fire spread wildly in the forbidden forest.

Soon, the forest around them turned into a large circle of fire.

...?

No, where are they?

A cold laugh suddenly sounded above Amanta's head.

"Look, who is this again...Merlin..."

Amanta's limbs were cold, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

Voldemort's pale, cold fingers grasped her hair tightly, threw her to the ground, and then crushed her left wand hand with his foot.

Amanta's face turned pale with pain, and she felt as if her hand was being trampled into a ball of flesh.

"I actually met the famous Miss Merlin here... I heard that you are very opposed to me?"

"What a pity, what a pity... With such bloodline and such a noble Slytherin background... Why don't you want to join me... Let's create brilliance together and share glory together..."

Amanta tried hard to steady her face which was twitching with pain.

"It's not impossible."

Voldemort seemed a little surprised by her answer.

He tilted his head and thought nervously for a moment, as if considering the truth of her words.

But he soon figured it out.

"Humph - raising a tiger will only bring trouble."

"It's better to solve your trouble first."