Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Harry's anger was fully aroused.

He didn't pay any attention to Amanta's actions. Instead, he rushed straight to Snape's desk, put his hands on the table and stared at Snape behind the desk.

"Potter, who taught you to talk back to the professor? Humph, it seems that you are exactly like your father. You have completely inherited his character - a simple-minded and arrogant egomaniac. I really don't know how the Sorting Hat could put a snotty person like you into Slytherin..."

Snape watched his movements with indifference, and his words listed Harry's shortcomings like bullets shot out of a gun.

Harry lowered his head, his black hair covering his eyes. All that could be seen was that his face was red with anger and veins on his forehead were bulging.

Amanta and Draco exchanged glances, and both understood the next move from each other's eyes.

- Immediately, immediately, apologize to Snape and carry Harry away before Harry completely angered Snape.

But just as they were about to step forward, Harry lowered his head and uttered something in a muffled voice.

"Professor, I have something for you."

Amanta was startled, and so was Draco.

"What is he thinking?" Draco lip-synced.

Amanta shrugged and lip-synced.

"how could I know?"

After saying this, Harry took out a bottle of shampoo from his robes like a magic trick.

It looks like... not some detangling potion or something like that, but a bottle of Muggle shampoo.

Amanta guessed that Harry was brought from the Dursleys.

Draco's eyes widened: "Merlin's scarf! So you ran back to the dormitory to get this when you had dinner just now-"

"Uh...actually I brought some extra stuff with me at the beginning of the semester, and I thought you might be able to use it, Professor."

Harry looked at Snape expectantly, his face flushed as if it were on fire, not sure whether it was because of anger or embarrassment.

His thick eyelashes blinked gently, and his emerald green eyes were so bright that they seemed to drip with tears.

The expression on Snape's face seemed to be paused, and he stared at Harry without blinking, as if he was frozen into an ice sculpture.

His expression was cold and unfathomable.

Harry couldn't help swallowing.

Amanta and Draco couldn't help but worry about Harry.

The two looked at each other again.

Amanta pointed to the door and Draco nodded seriously.

They both raised their feet and stepped back at the same time.

Prepare to evacuate without anyone noticing before this office is crushed by Snape's low pressure.

After perhaps several seconds, Snape's eyebrow suddenly jumped upwards as if it had a cramp.

He turned quickly and leaned over to carefully examine the condition of the potion in the crucible.

A few strands of hair hung down from his shoulders, covering his pale and thin face.

"Don't think you can get preferential treatment by giving gifts to professors, and - the quick-smoothing hair smoother is much better than the shampoo that Muggles use."

He made another disparaging comment on Harry without any hesitation.

Harry's bright green eyes dimmed visibly and quickly.

"I'm sorry, Professor..."

Harry said dejectedly.

"Thank you for your kindness, Potter," said Snape, his voice low and muffled.

It was like being enveloped in a cloud of magic potion mist.

Harry's mouth stretched to the back of his ears.

……

"Did you hear it? Did you hear it? Amanta, did you hear it? Draco, did you hear it? Snape actually said thank you to me! Thank you for me..."

Harry kept repeating these words all the way back to the Slytherin common room.

And from time to time he would happily run around the two of them, like a chirping bird.

No, that's not right. It would be more appropriate to describe it as a bee.

Although Amanda and Draco were also deeply shocked by Snape's response, they were beginning to get tired of it after being harassed by Harry.

"Harry, if you repeat that again I'm going to put a Tongue-Tie Curse on you."

Amanta pulled out her wand and pointed it at Harry.

"No!"

Harry raised his hands and quickly hid behind Draco.

"No more, no more, you are not surprised!"

Draco pouted.

"The Godfather's reaction... really shocked me. After all, the Godfather, who is known for his sharp tongue, usually speaks rudely to my father."

Amanta was also thinking.

I don't know whether it was the effect of Harry's green eyes, or whether it was the first time in so many years that someone other than Lily really cared about his life.

"But it seems that this is also a good thing."

Amanta said, patting Harry on the shoulder.

"Harry, the task of currying favor with Snape and learning some secret potion techniques from him is now up to you."

As soon as they returned to the Slytherin common room, they found that several junior students were surrounding the notice board under the stairs at the entrance to the common room, blocking the way completely.

Amanta stretched out her hands helplessly to pull away the few people who were blocking the way.

Bryce was also crowded here. When he saw them passing by, he turned around and called out.

"Draco, take a look at this, I guarantee you'll be interested!"

"What?" Draco glanced at the notice board casually, but immediately his eyes were glued to the notice board.

"Harry, Amanta, look!"

Amanta followed his gaze and stood on tiptoe to look over the heads of several students.

A simple notice was posted on the bulletin board, and what was striking was that it was accompanied by a picture of a senior student riding a broom.

The senior student was flying in the sky on his broomstick, waving merrily at them and blowing them kisses.

-notify

- Starting next week, Slytherin and Gryffindor will have a flying lesson together every Thursday afternoon.

-Rolanda Hodges

- 1991 May 9

"We're going to have flying lessons!"

Harry shouted happily.

Amanta was pleased to see that he no longer repeated what Snape had just said, but instead talked incessantly about Quidditch and kept asking about the details of Amanta and Draco riding their brooms.

Amanta shrugged. "I don't think it's anything to worry about. Just sit on it—and let it go."

Harry was a little distressed: "Forget it, you are a genius in this area, I'd better ask Draco."

Amanta breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Draco was quite pleased with this.

He raised his chin proudly, first praised his own flying skills, and then, like a seasoned Quidditch player, enthusiastically taught Harry some precautions on riding a broom.

"First, once you're on the bike, you have to push as hard as you can. The harder the better."

Harry nodded, not quite understanding.

"What about Draco...what if I kick it and it doesn't get up?"