Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

"Amanta, I find that you have a talent for persuasion."

They came out of the Room of Requirement and Cedric praised it shyly.

Amanta responded politely: "Thank you."

"I think so too! Cedric." Harry's furry head squeezed over. "By the way, I heard that you Hufflepuffs have a lot of food spells. Can you teach me some?"

"Well, I don't know much about this... But I have a friend who knows a lot. Can I introduce you to him tomorrow?"

"That's great! I've always wanted to learn how to make pea pie savory... I can even heat up a pot of soup in my cold dungeon dorm..."

"Oh, the latter spell is relatively simple. We Hufflepuffs use it every day. You just need to point your wand at the cutlery and chant the heating spell."

"Great! What is the heating spell? How do you use it?"

"..."

Harry and Cedric were chatting animatedly.

Amanta gradually slowed down her pace, waiting for Draco to catch up and walk beside him.

Draco raised his right hand and carefully examined the family emblem ring on his thumb in the dim candlelight in the corridor.

The hollow "M" was reflected in his eyes, and his pupils were surprisingly pale.

He whispered in a voice that only Amanta could hear, his tone heavy and dejected.

"Amanta... I think I'm still too bad. I always dreamed of becoming a person like my father, but I suddenly understood his strict attitude towards me. It's all... because I'm so far from his expectations..."

As he spoke, his tone became increasingly depressed.

"Draco, as a first-year student, you are already great, and your father's strictness is just an appearance. He and your mother love you very much."

Amanta turned her head and stared into his gray pupils without blinking.

"I'm sorry that what I just said hit you hard, but in my opinion, you will definitely be even better in the future."

"really?"

Draco grabbed a life-saving straw like a dying man, his eyes praying for hope.

"Well, of course, if... you were really hopeless, you wouldn't have given me the chance to say those words, nor would you have been troubled by them, right?"

There was a hint of warmth in Draco's cold grey eyes, and his eyebrows curved slightly.

Although it was fleeting, it was a smile that Amanta had never seen on Draco's face before.

The shackles of fatigue were removed, and underneath the skilled fake smile, the true heart was revealed after each tearing of the silk.

"Amanta, I'm very happy."

He suddenly blurted out these words without any reason.

"Ok?"

"In fact, I have always been very happy to be friends with you and Harry. This feeling may be no less than Harry's."

Draco looked ahead at Harry.

Harry was now clutching Cedric's arm, eager to follow him to the Hufflepuff common room.

"Actually... I think Harry and I are somewhat similar. I seem to see another version of myself in him."

Could this be the reason why the arrogant Draco chose to approach Harry in Madam Malkin's robe shop in the original plot?

"I grew up listening to stories about the boy who survived." Draco pouted, "I admired... well, now it seems, the people who wrote the stories."

He was halfway through his sentence when snippets of what Harry and Cedric had been talking about came back: "Corned beef... dip... apple pie..."

Draco rubbed his brow with a headache.

"Although Harry and I have completely different personalities and come from different environments," he said dryly, "perhaps in terms of our experiences, we are very similar."

In fact, others always think that I am very happy. As the only son of the Malfoy family, I am loved and admired by everyone. But... I have never had a true friend. They all follow me because of the face of "Malfoy". If the Malfoy family is finished... you know. "

Draco shrugged.

"Harry has been a legend in the wizarding world since he was a child, but he was abused by a bunch of... disgusting Muggles since he was a child. He doesn't have any friends. Although he is famous, he is still lonely. I think we are the same kind of people."

Amanta lowered her eyes.

Yes, besides that.

They all bear a heavy fate.

Draco is destined to inherit the Malfoy family, and Harry is destined to kill Voldemort.

As fate would have it, the three of them were supposed to go their separate ways, but now with her help, they have become best friends...

As Draco spoke, he seemed to be frozen by his own words and could not help shivering.

Amanta reached out her hand from the sleeve of her robe and gently placed it over his cold hand.

His hands were unusually cold.

Draco's hand stiffened a little, but he didn't pull it away from hers.

"Before I met you, all I cared about was profit and bloodline. When others tried to please me and become my followers because of my family, I thought that was friendship."

As he spoke, a hint of vulnerability inadvertently revealed itself at the corners of his mouth.

Amanta had understood what he was trying to say.

"It's okay, we'll always be there for you."

She held his hand tightly, and the warmth flowed through her skin into her blood vessels and spread upwards.

"Yeah, let's go together."

Draco said softly.

"it is good."

"Ah? You guys?"

Suddenly, Harry's surprised shout came from the front.

Amanta and Draco looked up and saw Harry and Cedric stopped a few steps in front of them and turned to look at them with surprise.

Draco immediately shook off Amanta's hand guiltily and coughed loudly.

For some reason, Amanta felt a little embarrassed when she met Harry and Cedric's gazes.

Harry ran over, pulling Cedric along.

"You held hands with Cedric behind my back!" Harry said unconvinced, "Humph, Cedric, we want to be together too."

Cedric coughed loudly.

"I still can't..."

"Cedric, it's okay, don't be shy."

Harry completely ignored Cedric's reserved refusal, pulled Cedric with one hand, pulled Amanta with the other, and then let Amanta pull Draco.

"Come on, good friends should walk together hand in hand!"

"..."

……

"Cedric taught me today! How was it?"

Harry picked up a piece of nut pie with great pleasure and showed off to Amanda and Draco a new spell he had learned to add pepper to food.

"Harry, don't forget you have flying lessons this afternoon."

Amanta reminded.

"puff--"

The pie in Harry's mouth flew onto his plate.

Draco on the side angrily hit him on the head.

Harry's eyes were filled with tears. He covered his forehead which was hurt by the blow and said aggrievedly, "Draco, you are too fierce!"

"But... I'm going to be riding a broom soon! I can hardly eat when I think about it."

Draco snorted coldly: "You still can't eat?"

Harry gave him a plaintive look.

"Ahem... one more thing. We have to go with Gryffindor."

Amanta glanced meaningfully at the Gryffindor table.