Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The horses' hooves stomped heavily on the ground, causing the earth to rumble and the angry roars of the centaurs to echo.

Firelight.

There were flames everywhere.

The endless flames shot up into the sky, crackling and a strong smell of burning filled the air.

In the center of the chaos was an open space that was as cold as snow under the blue moonlight.

Draco lay motionless in the center.

Her limbs felt as heavy as lead as she walked towards him step by step.

Draco's body was cold, his skin an abnormal bluish-white.

The gray pupils were dilated, like a cloud of rain and fog before dawn.

"Merlin..."

Voldemort whispered her name hoarsely.

She quickly turned around and was staring at a strange gray face.

On the dead person's face, the two pupils were bright red, like freshly flowed blood.

Suddenly, her left hand felt like it was stung by a thousand bees. It was numb and itchy, and the flesh and blood seemed to be about to be peeled off from the bones.

The face twisted strangely, like the surface of a lake wrinkled by raindrops, and it let out a sharp, sinister laugh.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

"what--!!"

Amanta gasped, her heart pounding, and she snapped her eyes open.

"Ugh! Amanta...you're awake."

Draco, who was sitting next to her, seemed startled and quickly let go of her hand.

"call……"

Only then did Amanta realize that her hand seemed to have been held by Draco all along. She slowly sat up and raised her left hand to look at it.

Except for the dislocation of the ring finger phalanx, it has almost returned to normal.

"Draco, were you just healing me?"

"Well...you fell unconscious just after you finished reciting the healing spell last night. I haven't learned the healing spell yet. I just heard you recite the spell, so...I tried it a little longer."

Draco looked haggard, his eyelids were red, and he was panting as he spoke this long sentence, which seemed to have consumed all his strength.

"You didn't try it all night, did you?"

Amanta looked at him with amusement and distress.

Draco tilted his head awkwardly: "How is that possible? I just woke up."

Amanta raised an eyebrow: "Okay."

She raised her hand and cast another healing spell on her left hand.

"Episkey."

As a warm and spring-like light fell, her ring finger made a click and completely recovered.

"I know you must have a lot of questions to ask, but there's no rush."

Amanta took out a thick stack of rock cakes that Hagrid had forced upon them yesterday from the Sage's Ring and gave a few to Draco.

"Have some of this first. I'm hungry."

"Uh--"

She still underestimated the power of the rock cake and almost broke her teeth when she took a bite.

But soon both of them were chewing in silence, not disdaining Hagrid's dark cuisine like they did yesterday. They had lost too much energy and were in urgent need of replenishment.

It was already bright in the sky and Amanta looked around.

Judging from the shadows cast by the sunlight on the trees, it should be around noon now.

They made such a loud noise yesterday that it couldn't have failed to attract attention outside the Forbidden Forest. It seems that the professors haven't found them yet.

The unicorn must have taken them deep into the Forbidden Forest, a place it thought was safe.

"Um...can you still walk?"

Amanta watched the direction of the stream.

This stream is likely to lead to the Forbidden Lake. They just need to follow the stream, and if they are lucky, they can reach Hogwarts before dark.

"it should be OK."

After Della finished speaking, she took a deep breath, propped herself up and tried to stand up.

As soon as he stood up, his legs began to tremble involuntarily. His legs were like noodles and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

The reason why the Cruciatus Curse is one of the three unforgivable curses is because it is extremely evil, cruel, and terrifyingly powerful.

Especially the Cruciatus Curse, which is only used to torture the person being cursed, making him/her suffer unbearable pain.

Draco was tortured by Voldemort's two Cruciatus Curses yesterday, and Quirrell also forced him to drink a bottle of unknown potion.

If it weren't for the unicorn's blood yesterday, Draco would have had a hard time surviving.

Amanta supported him and they took a few steps forward with difficulty, but soon gave up.

Draco no longer minded the stain on his robes, and he sat down on the grass with a weak sigh.

"At this speed, we may not be able to get back even after walking for several days."

Amanta sighed and sat down next to him, fiddling with her wand.

It's noon now. I wonder if Mars can be seen from a distance if we shoot it into the sky now. The most important thing is, if the professor doesn't see it, and it attracts the attention of Voldemort and Quirrell...that would be difficult.

"Let's take a rest first."

Under the warm autumn light, the depths of the forbidden forest were not as eerie as they had seemed last night. They sat on the slightly yellowed lawn, and could not hear any sound except the gurgling of running water.

Amanta briefly told Draco what happened yesterday.

Draco half-closed his eyelids, silently looking at the stream not far away, with indescribable emotions flashing in his eyes.

After a long while he spoke: "Amanta...thank you."

"But don't take this kind of risk again, or you might..."

He said no more.

Amanta shrugged: "I'm fine..."

"Do not."

Draco clenched his fists, his face flushed slightly, as if he was enduring something.

"Amanta!! Draco-!"

Suddenly, a boy's clear shout came from the distance.

This sound is——

"Harry!"

Amanta quickly stood up and shouted towards the source of the sound.

A handsome centaur ran towards them from some distance in the forest.

He has platinum-blond hair, and his lower body is a light-blond horse-like body, with a long silver mane behind him.

When he was almost in front of them, Harry jumped off him and thanked the centaur with platinum hair gratefully: "Thank you, Firenze!"

Firenze shook his head, his eyes startlingly blue: "Things are not peaceful lately...you'd better leave here quickly."

Amanta sighed, "But Draco can't stand up yet."

Only then did Harry see Draco behind Amanta.

Draco sat on the ground, his face pale. He smiled faintly at Harry and was so weak that he seemed like he would faint at any time.

Harry shouted in surprise: "Draco? What's wrong with you!"

He shouted as he hurried over to Draco to see how he was doing.

Amanta turned to Firenze and said, "Um... Firenze, can you do us a favor?"

"tell me the story."

Firenze's blue eyes are like a clear sapphire.

"Have you seen our professors? Please tell them we are here if you can, thank you."

"Yes, of course."

Firenze turned and ran lightly into the woods, soon disappearing from sight.