Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Amanta let go of Draco's hand, jumped off the dueling stage and walked towards the small blackboard in the center of the Room of Requirement.

She wrote and drew on the blackboard, first reviewing the application theory of the disarming spell, and then summarizing the advantages and disadvantages of each person in today's duel.

"Harry, you are too impulsive and always ignore the danger of your own situation. Draco, you don't react quickly enough to the sudden situation..."

She drew circles on the blackboard and proposed solutions suitable for each person based on their characteristics.

"Okay, the SO group's activities will be held every Wednesday after dinner. We'll meet here when the time comes. Is that ok?"

Although she was asking three people, she only looked at Cedric.

Only Cedric was a third-year Hufflepuff among them, and his schedule was different from theirs.

Cedric nodded.

"of course can."

He looked between the three of them, then hesitated and said, "Amanta, can I invite others to participate?"

"If anyone wants to come, that would be great, we welcome everyone."

As soon as Amanta finished speaking, Draco suddenly remembered something and frowned in disgust.

"It's okay to be mixed-blood, but I don't want to get mixed up with the mud..."

He stopped talking halfway and glanced at Amanta and Harry.

Amanta tilted her head, she realized that Draco was about to say the word "Mudblood".

But he stopped for some reason and abruptly changed the topic to "...training with Muggle-born wizards."

Harry immediately protested, "Draco... I know your family and Slytherin have always been pursuing pure blood, but... although my parents are not Muggles, I grew up in the Muggle world, and I think they are no different from me..."

Amanta sighed and waved at Harry, stopping his endless stream of words.

Obviously the naive Harry didn't realize that if he wasn't a half-blood from the ancient Potter family.

If he was a Muggle-born, even if he was the Boy-Who-Lived, even if Draco had heard legends about him since he was a child, Draco would never choose to get close to him.

This was the family education Draco received since he was a child. He grew up under the influence of the concept of a pure-blood family.

Although she knew that in the original plot, Draco gradually changed his mind and married Astoria, who was tolerant of bloodline, which also brought his relationship with his parents to a stalemate.

But that was obviously not what Draco thought now.

She did not deny Draco's pure-blood concept, she respected his ideas, but -

Amanta raised an eyebrow.

"Draco, are you afraid of being beaten down by a Muggle-born wizard? It would be embarrassing if it got out?"

"Are you kidding? As the noble heir of Malfoy, I just don't want to get my hands dirty by a Muggle-born wizard--"

Draco was slightly irritated by her words.

He tried to suppress his anger, but couldn't help but speak out the racial discrimination that was deeply rooted in his heart.

Amanta lowered her thick light-colored eyelashes slightly and looked at Draco with pretended melancholy.

"If a wizard only talks about his bloodline and family, then I believe that apart from these, there is nothing more shining about him."

When she saw the vein throbbing on Draco's forehead, she spoke slowly.

"I am a pure-blood from the House of Merlin, but I have never mentioned this on my own initiative."

Draco was slightly startled, with a complicated expression, looking at Amanta with some confusion.

"Yes... Although everyone is extremely concerned about your background, you never seem to want to draw their attention to it. Instead, you work hard in other areas."

Amanta continued.

"Since they were selected by Hogwarts just like us, whether you admit it or not, they have been on the same level as us since entering the school, even if they are still proud of their bloodline."

"...Will the pure-bloods be eliminated by the half-bloods and Muggle-borns because they are too conservative?"

"impossible!"

Draco automatically denied what she said.

"Pure-blood wizards are above all else and will never be eliminated by other wizards of inferior blood."

"I believe that no one wants to see such a situation, but you also know... Even though Slytherin has been accepting half-bloods for hundreds of years, the number of people entering Slytherin is still decreasing year by year. Even though the dormitories are arranged as double rooms, more than half of the dormitories are still vacant."

"There are fewer and fewer outstanding people coming from Slytherin - instead, there are more and more wizards coming from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and one thing is undeniable, the number of pure-blood wizards choosing to enter the other three colleges is increasing."

Draco's light grey eyes were hazy.

"Yes... There are fewer and fewer Slytherins, and there are fewer and fewer pure-blood families. Pure-blood families are becoming less and less valued. Pure-blood traitors like Weasley are eager to get rid of the title of pure-blood family."

Amanta smiled slightly and continued what he said.

"Yes, Draco, but have you ever thought that the cause of the current situation of pure-bloods is the current pure-blood families themselves?"

"…I don't understand." Draco replied.

"The nobility of pure blood... should not come from having a high opinion of oneself, but from having the strength and courage to match it."

"Where does the honor of pure-blood families come from? Why were they once revered?"

"Our ancestors fought for it with their strength and blood."

"As descendants, we should uphold the glory of our ancestors and carry it forward, rather than simply consuming and wasting this blessing under the protection of our ancestors."

If you only cling to the old and refuse to change, you will eventually be replaced by new things.

The decline of pure-blooded people comes from the incompetence of most descendants of pure-blood families. They only think highly of themselves and look down on everyone, thinking that their bloodline is above all else.

Rather than working hard to uphold this hard-earned honor, many choose to repeatedly stir up disputes with other wizards, torment the opposing faction with cruel curses, and use fear to maintain their own status, which only makes the pure-bloods more notorious.

"I think... I may have understood something. I need to go back and think about it carefully."

Draco muttered, his pupils dilated.

There was another extremely cruel thing that Amanta did not say out loud.

Maybe it’s not appropriate to say it out loud.

Various evidences prove that the talent for using magic does not come from blood inheritance.

Just look at the number of Muggle-born wizards and witches, and even wizarding families often have Squibs.

If you trace it back to the beginning - back to the beginning of it all.

What is the origin of pure-blood families?

Is it God? Is it a Muggle-born? Is it a power given by God?

But...what's the point of thinking so much?

Amanta shrugged.

Anyway, this is a conjecture that no one can prove the conclusion.