Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Snape interrupted Draco: "Well, I know what you are going to say, but you are targeting a professor without any basis, which will only make everyone more suspicious that you did it."

"I will write a letter to inform Lucius later. I hope that after reading the letter, Lucius will clarify his position. Of course, I don't expect this old fox to do so. Draco, don't act rashly before your father replies."

Draco looked pale: "Okay."

He knew his place in his father's heart.

But his father shoulders the responsibility of the entire Malfoy family. For the family, for him and his mother, his father has done so much.

He had no idea what his father would decide.

Even if his father chose to stand on the side of Voldemort again, as the heir of the Malfoy family, he would follow his father without hesitation.

"In order to prevent your brains filled with splendens from becoming completely stupid due to the shock, I will explain to the other professors. You should keep an eye on Draco during this period and don't let him step on anything for no reason again."

After saying this, Snape turned around to brew other potions, leaving them with only a silent and cold back.

But Amanta vaguely sensed the professor's concern behind his harsh words.

……

Amanta and Harry each helped Draco back to the Slytherin common room.

They encountered too many cold stares and malicious looks along the way.

As they passed a long corridor lined with armor, they saw Ron and Seamus glaring at them fiercely, and Ron looked at Draco with a hint of gloating.

"Look at that arrogant Malfoy who insisted on hanging out with some shady people. Now his father will probably have to visit him at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Sorrow from now on."

Amanta's eyes turned cold: "I hope you can be more respectful to Draco."

After coming to Hogwarts, she seemed to have never seen Draco running to Gryffindor to taunt and provoke every few days as he did in the original plot.

But maybe it's because - they are too busy and Draco hasn't found the time yet.

She drew her wand and pointed it at Ron.

Ron's face flushed instantly.

"And you...Merlin, don't think I'll be afraid of you just because you dare to use dark magic!"

"Really? - Rictusempra!"

Ron was not to be outdone. When he raised his wand, he forgot how to chant the spell: "...Damn it, how do I chant that spell - ah!"

He was hit by Amanta's tickling curse and immediately laughed so hard that he was out of breath and almost had a cramp, holding his stomach.

“Ahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahaha…”

Seamus grabbed him in a panic: "Ron, Ron, what's wrong with you!"

Harry chuckled and Draco couldn't help laughing too.

"Come on."

Amanta urged, it would be bad if a professor or Filch caught them using magic in the corridor.

They supported Draco and quickly returned to the Slytherin common room, where people gave them strange looks.

They looked at Draco with sympathy and at Amanta and Harry with caution.

Amanta and Harry quickly found a sofa in the corner and put Draco down.

"Incendio——"

Amanta cast a fire spell on the fireplace next to her, and the flames instantly illuminated the fireplace red, instantly driving away the coldness of the dungeon.

Blaise came over and looked at Draco with a frown.

"Draco, what's wrong with you?"

"Thanks to Merlin, I'm fine."

Although Draco's original skin color was extremely pale, it had now turned into a sickly grayish-white color. In addition, he was so weak that he had to be supported by Harry and Amanta to come back. Obviously, this answer could not satisfy Blaise.

"I heard that you encountered some terrible things in that forest. What was it? I heard that you were attacked by a dark wizard? And... why did you go to the Forbidden Forest?"

Blaise rubbed his chin and threw out a string of questions in one breath.

"Brace, you're nosy. Why didn't I notice you were so nosy before?"

Blaise spread his hands and said, "My mother asked me to come and comfort you. This is her problem. Besides... we are childhood sweethearts after all. Can't I show some concern for you?"

"He was ambushed—ugh!"

Harry was halfway through his speech when Amanta covered his mouth with hers.

"I'm sorry, but Draco's situation cannot be known to too many people for the time being. He was hurt by an evil wizard. This is all we can tell you for now."

"Okay, I'll tell her this." Blaise shrugged and patted Draco on the shoulder. "Cheer up soon."

After Blaise left, Crabbe and Goyle came over.

They handed Draco a mince pie and a cup of hot chocolate, then looked at him sympathetically as they chewed the remaining treacle pie.

"Draco, you're okay, umm... I'm glad."

Goyle spoke vaguely.

"My dad asked me to come check on you...it looks like you're okay."

Crabbe took a sip of his pumpkin pop.

"Well, thanks to you."

Draco began to get impatient, and Crabbe and Goyle stopped talking and walked aside with the remaining food in their hands to continue eating and drinking.

After they left, Harry looked at the mince pie in Draco's hand with salivating eyes and licked his lips vigorously.

"..." Draco stuffed the pie into Harry's hand irritably. "You eat it, I don't really want to eat it."

Harry was surprised: "Really?"

He hadn't eaten all night and morning, so he eagerly picked up the meat pie and devoured it.

Amanta knocked Harry's head helplessly.

"You look upset?"

Amanta tried to ask Draco.

She probably guessed why Draco was in a bad mood.

Draco rested his chin on one hand, as if thinking about something, and unconsciously rubbed the family emblem ring on his thumb.

Amanta's question interrupted his thoughts, and Draco was stunned for a moment. He seemed to think for a long time before turning to look at them.

He took a deep breath and frowned slightly.

"Amanta, Harry...I am very grateful to you, but from now on, you'd better stay away from me."

Draco's tone was cold, as if he didn't want to have any more involvement with them.

"what?"

Harry put his mince pie down dumbly.

"Draco, how could you say such a thing? Do you know...how much Ammenthal and I care about your safety?"

"No, it has nothing to do with this. Let's not be friends, okay?"

"Draco..."

Harry spoke weakly, his emerald eyes looking helplessly at Draco.