Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

This is Snape's office.

The surrounding shelves were filled with various bottles and jars filled with various potion materials. The air was filled with the smell of various potions, mixed into a bitter aroma.

Draco was lying on the hard sofa in the middle of the office, his lips pale and his forehead covered in sweat.

Amanta and Harry looked at the unconscious Draco nervously.

"Is he okay?"

"Well, it would be better if you two little monsters didn't bother me."

Snape shook the purple-brown glass bottle in his hand, poured it into the steaming crucible, and skillfully cut the black beetle eyeball into pieces.

"Since you insist on staying here and obstructing the enthusiastic work of a Potions Professor, in order to appear less stupid and incompetent, you need to be given something to do."

"Potter, come here and squeeze the Flobberworm slime into the bottle. Five milliliters."

Harry looked in horror at the squirming mass of brown caterpillars and swallowed hard.

"Professor, can you please do something else?"

"Of course, get out of here right now. I don't welcome idlers here."

Harry resigned himself to reaching into the pile of wriggling worms, pulled one out, and tentatively squeezed the slime into the bottle.

The green slime instantly sprayed onto his face, and Harry screamed and fell to the ground.

Amanta twitched her lips and almost couldn't hold back her smile.

Snape glanced over with a gloomy look, obviously dissatisfied with the presence of another idler here.

"Merlin, go grind the horns of the horned ox into powder."

Harry glanced over with resentment and whispered, "Why can Amanta grind the horns of the horned camel... I'm going to squeeze the Flobberworm."

"Potter, has anyone ever told you that complaining about others is rude?"

"..."

Harry closed his mouth silently, resignedly closed his eyes and squeezed the Flobberworm.

Amanta rubbed the horn of the mongoose in her hand while looking at Draco lying on the sofa.

Draco seemed to be trapped in some kind of painful dream. Even though Snape gave him a sedative first, it only temporarily stopped his body from twitching. His face showed an expression of struggle from time to time. It was hard to imagine the torture he had endured.

The Potion of Despair is a potion carefully prepared by Voldemort. It is brewed using a variety of magical ingredients. It is a potion with extremely complex ingredients and strong effects.

If there wasn't a Potions Master standing in front of them, Draco didn't know how long he would have to suffer.

Snape added the last of the ingredients to the cauldron and stirred it clockwise for a minute.

"Little trolls, use this time before my godson wakes up to tell me what happened yesterday."

Harry eagerly described in vivid detail what Amanta had told him not long ago.

"Professor! Quirrell and Voldemort are in cahoots! Voldemort is living on the back of Quirrell's head. They want to kill us! Kill the unicorn! They just want to take the Philosopher's Stone—"

Snape frowned, his face gloomy.

"But your suspicion of a professor's origin is totally unfounded."

"But Amanta and Draco saw it with their own eyes! And if it wasn't for Voldemort, how could Draco become like this!"

"Potter, I have to remind you that Quirrell was not wearing his scarf or hood in the woods today."

"Voldemort must have temporarily parasitized something else!" Harry said anxiously.

Snape's cold eyes slid across Harry's face.

"Actually, what you said is not entirely unreasonable. Quirrell has been acting suspiciously recently. When we went to the Forbidden Forest yesterday, we didn't bring Quirrell with us, but he showed up here today."

"I also don't believe that you first-year students have the ability to cast the Unforgivable Curse, and the source of this potion..."

Harry said happily: "Then Professor! You believe us! That's great! We should quickly capture Professor Quirrell and find Voldemort!"

"But based on the testimony of a few first-year students and your unreasonable inferences, it is hard not to be considered a frame-up and false accusation by others."

Snape poured cold water on him.

"You also cannot prove the existence of Voldemort. No one believes that he is still alive in the world... and has entered Hogwarts, the safest school in England."

Harry puffed up his chubby cheeks in distress, thought for a while and said, "I want to see Professor Dumbledore! Dumbledore must have a way!"

"Dumbledore is out. I have already written to inform him of this matter."

Amanta rubbed her brows with a headache.

What Snape said was not without reason.

In the absence of any evidence, the words of a few 11-year-old first-year students were not convincing enough to convince anyone.

Even if one of the students was tortured by the Dark Arts and he was the heir to the Malfoy family.

Obviously, everyone would focus their attention on themselves. At most, they would think that they sneaked into the Forbidden Forest and suffered the murder of a dark wizard, but they would not think of the existence of Voldemort.

If they had just announced that it was Voldemort's doing, or that Voldemort had been resurrected.

The panicked crowd will only think that they are covering up their crimes and choosing to talk nonsense.

Even just now, when they followed the professors into Hogwarts, most of the classmates cast panicked glances at them.

They kept their eyes fixed on Draco floating in front of them, and then looked back and forth between Harry and Amanda in doubt.

But today they were so scared that they didn't dare to say a word.

Amanta could probably already imagine how outrageous the rumors students would be talking about privately during class on Monday.

—Look at that unfortunate Malfoy! He always hung out with Merlin and Potter and nearly lost his life.

——It's obvious that they were tortured by Merlin's curse! Too cruel, using friends as a test, whoever gets close to them will be unlucky!

……

Snape stirred the crucible a few more times, and the potion in the crucible had turned into a clear and transparent aqua blue color.

He extinguished the fire under the cauldron, poured the potion into a vial, and divided the remaining potion into several smaller vials.

"Remember, give him one dose every day."

Amanta and Harry nodded.

Harry carefully helped Draco up, and Amanta pinched his jaw open and poured the potion into him bit by bit.

"Cough...cough cough cough."

The aqua-blue potion flowed into his throat, and after a few seconds, Draco coughed a few times and gradually woke up.

He slowly opened his eyes, looked at Amanta and Harry beside him, and then saw clearly the environment he was in.

Draco relaxed and spoke weakly, "Godfather... Quirrell."