Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Amanta and Draco grabbed Neville and slowly landed on the ground.

As soon as Neville's feet touched the ground, he seemed to lose all his strength. He fell to his knees, his lips trembling.

"Neville, are you okay?"

Seamus stumbled to his feet, ran over to Neville, grabbed one of his arms and tried to pull him up.

Neville then realized that he was safe. He tried to climb up with the help of Seamus's arm, but his limbs were limp and his feet kept slipping.

Seamus yelled to Dean, "Dean! Come over here and help me pull Neville up."

Dean came over swearing. He had just been arguing with Ron about who had stepped on whose robes.

Madam Hooch walked over to them and bent over to check Neville's injuries.

"The Longbottoms—oh thank God, in Merlin's name... I'm glad you're okay, kid."

She straightened up and walked towards Ron and Harry.

"Where are you guys? And Potter? - God, it's your first time riding a broom, and you're doing something so dangerous? - Are you really not afraid? Anyway, I'm going to be scared to death by a group of first-year students like you..."

Harry scratched his messy hair sheepishly and looked at Madam Hooch sincerely.

"I was worried that they were in danger, so I acted hastily..."

Amanta walked over and winked at Harry.

"Harry, I told you you could do it."

Ron looked at Harry strangely. Obviously he couldn't understand why Amanta and Harry would help them.

He explained to Madam Hooch: "Just when Neville's ball was about to hit me, a black thing... no, Potter rushed over and knocked us all to the ground."

"Oh yeah, my ball! My memory ball - that's what my grandma gave me... where did it go?"

Neville finally came to his senses after hearing Ron's words, stumbled to his feet, and lowered his head to look for his memory ball on the lawn.

Ximo comforted him, "It's okay, as long as everyone is okay, you can ask your grandma to send you another one..."

"Longbottom, is this it?"

Harry said, holding up a shiny glass ball in his hand, and he grinned, his bright white teeth gleaming in the sunlight.

Ron gasped.

He pointed at the memory ball in Harry's hand and stammered, "Potter actually...actually caught the ball?"

Draco was also somewhat shocked. He leaned to the side with his arms folded and said to Amanta, "I didn't expect Harry to be as talented as you."

Neville looked at Harry hesitantly and said, "...Potter, can you give that back to me?"

"Of course." Harry walked over and stuffed the memory ball back into his robes, patting his shoulder. "Be more careful next time."

Neville looked at Harry, Amanta and Draco again and again in confusion.

Madam Hooch spread her hands, showing great interest in their relationship.

"This is the first time I've seen Slytherin and Gryffindor students helping each other... Anyway, they saved you, so you should thank them, right?"

Encouraged by Madam Hooch's gaze, Neville slowly walked up to Amanta and the other two.

He blushed and said, "Um...well, anyway, Potter, Merlin and Malfoy, thank you."

Seamus nudged Dean with his elbow and they both came over.

"Thank you for saving Neville and Ron."

Seeing that everyone else thanked him, Ron looked as if he had swallowed a hundred slugs alive.

But he still said in a very awkward voice: "...Thank you."

After this farce, the atmosphere in this flight class seemed less tense than at the beginning.

Madam Hooch taught them how to perform simple low-altitude flight, and then had them line up in two lines to fly around the small square.

"Alas--"

Harry let go of his arms and shouted happily to Amanta and Draco in front of him: "It feels so good to ride a broom!"

Madam Hooch whistled loudly.

"Potter, hold on to the broomstick with both hands! Do you expect to fall off?"

Harry put his hand back awkwardly.

"Harry, don't worry, we can play Quidditch together in second year!"

Amanta called back to Harry.

Harry: "Of course!!! I've already thought about it - I -"

His joyful shouts floated in the air.

……

In the dark forbidden forest.

A pair of blood-red pupils devoid of emotion and vitality stared coldly at the two rows of figures in the sky in the distance.

It lingered on the pointy treetops, turning back and forth anxiously.

"Harry... Potter, Amanta... Merlin..."

"It's time to find a time... yes, find a time." It repeated this sentence neurotically, "Find a time to kill them all, kill, kill--"

"No! Find the Philosopher's Stone first... Gather my servants - damn it! When is Quirrell coming? Does he want to starve me to death?"

It stuck out its blood-red tongue and quickly rolled a passing small flying insect into its mouth.

"Hmph... I really miss the taste of Hogwarts teacher's meals."

……

"Do you think Godfather will wash my hair in Potions class tomorrow?"

On the way back to the Slytherin dungeon, Draco suddenly brought up this matter.

Ever since Harry gave Snape a bottle of Muggle shampoo, there has been no sighting of their elusive head of house.

"How about a bet? I bet Professor Snape can wash his hair."

Amanta said casually as she sorted out her notes from today's class.

Since Snape accepted the shampoo at that time, it means... he probably accepted it? In any case, based on the situation that day, she couldn't see that Snape was angry.

"Then I bet the Godfather won't wash... Everyone knows that the Godfather has a very stubborn temper."

Draco fished a green apple from his robe pocket and wiped it with his handkerchief.

"Honestly, the fact that he didn't blow up and throw us all out that day was incredible enough to me."

"What are you going to bet on?" Harry leaned over with interest.

Amanta hadn't thought about this yet. As an orphan, she didn't have many gold galleons on her, but... she thought about it.

"Just betting on...this week's History of Magic homework?"

The longest and most boring History of Magic homework - Professor Binns even asked them to copy down the entire story of Ulric the Weird.

"Harry, what about you?"

Harry's eyes moved back and forth between Amanta and Draco, and it took him a long time to make up his mind.

"I feel the same as Draco! Draco is Snape's godson, so he must know him better..."

Halfway through his speech, he scratched his head and said, "But I really hope Snape can wash his hair."