Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

"By the way, Harry, why did you think of sending him shampoo that day?"

Amanta asked.

"...Cough." Harry coughed unnaturally.

"Draco doesn't like to associate with his godfather because of his hair... and one of the reasons he was bullied when he was a child was because he didn't wash his hair."

"I can't tell that you still care about him?"

Draco snorted.

"No, no, no." Harry defended himself hastily, "Because...when I think about what my father did to him...I feel a little guilty."

His face flushed.

"It's more or less a way of atonement for my father's actions..."

"Is that so? Maybe no one has really cared about him over the years. I think Professor Snape has accepted Harry's kindness." Amanta shrugged.

And those same green eyes as Lily's - Amanta didn't mention it.

"That's hard to say... After all, the Godfather has been accustomed to not washing his hair for so many years—"

They turned a corridor with armor on both sides, and as they turned the corner, the three of them bumped into a tall figure.

"Ouch!"

Harry cried out in pain and fell backwards with Amanta and Draco.

"Where are my glasses? Draco, move aside."

Harry knelt on the ground, groping around.

"Potter... Merlin, and my dear godson, the most prominent trio in Slytherin... openly discussing the professor's private affairs in the corridor."

Snape stood there without moving, staring coldly at the three flustered little monsters, his tongue as sharp as ever.

"I'm sorry, professor, we didn't mean it. We are just concerned about your daily life. Please forgive us."

Amanta immediately apologized.

...What a coincidence, what luck they had... they just happened to run into Snape at this moment.

She shuddered at the thought of Snape planning to throw them into detention in his office, dealing with hours of flobberworm slime.

Amanta rubbed her painful forehead, sat on the ground and looked up.

Her eyes widened instantly.

What? Did she see that right?!

She rubbed her eyes to make sure that the scene before her was not just an illusion.

Snape... not only did he wash his hair, but his hair was also extremely--soft and smooth?

His thick, smooth black hair fluttered in the wind, and beneath his hair was a high nose bridge, sharp facial features as if they were carved by a knife or an axe, and a pair of sinister black eyes stared at them mercilessly.

In the past, Snape's greasy black hair stuck tightly to his scalp, making him look like a bald and unkempt old scholar...

She had never thought that Professor Snape... was so handsome? !

The hair sealed Snape's appearance, and he even looked more than ten years younger.

She dared to guarantee that if those love-crazy and gossipy girls from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff saw it... the story of her love affair with the sinister Slytherin headmaster would spread all over the school the next day.

"Did you get your eyes glued shut by the slime of the Flobberworm, Miss Merlin?"

Snape brushed off his robes with a cold face and pushed the few people who had just stood up forward a distance.

"Uh, sorry Professor."

Amanta quickly looked away.

"And you, Potter, do you need me to spray your eyes with Loba venom so that you realize that it is rude to stare at the professor?"

"No, no, no, Professor."

Harry shook his head hastily and looked at his toes guiltily.

"...My dear godson, I really hope to see some of the Malfoy heir in you..."

Snape's sharp words did not escape anyone.

"I'm sorry, Godfather."

Draco hastily straightened his disheveled school robes and re-pinned the safety pin on his collar.

Snape walked past the three people standing in a row. The strong pressure emanating from his body made them dare not even breathe.

"I heard that you have a good relationship with Gryffindor recently... Humph, no wonder you look exactly like those trolls in Gryffindor now. Look at your stupid faces. If I wasn't the head of Slytherin, I really want to deduct all the points from Slytherin..."

She dared to guarantee that what they had just discussed just happened to... seriously offend the old dean's self-esteem.

Help, if there was anything that could save them now, it must be the green eyes that Harry had, the same as his mother's.

Amanta turned her head almost inaudibly and winked at Harry, who also lowered his head.

Harry's eyes were confused and he had a bitter expression on his face.

"Go, go."

Amanta lip-synced with him wordlessly.

Harry's face scrunched up in annoyance.

"No, no, no..."

After they lip-synced a few times back and forth, Snape saw their little movements, which made him even angrier.

"Did your family ever teach you that it's polite to listen carefully? Merlin, Potter?"

This statement was obviously extremely destructive - because Snape obviously knew that they were all orphans.

She didn't feel anything about it. After all, in her original world, there was no such relationship between parents - but Harry's biggest weakness was his parents.

As she expected, Harry's face quickly turned red.

"It's over." Amanta whispered to herself.

Harry might rush over and fight with Snape later, and they would completely offend Snape and thus be cut off from an excellent potion master and spell expert -

"Godfather, you know they have no parents."

A crisp boy's voice sounded beside her, and she looked up in surprise.

Draco stood very straight. He raised his head and looked up at the cold eyes above the tall black robe. He confronted Snape's murderous gaze without blinking.

But... Amanta took a quick glance and saw that his body was trembling slightly, and the beads of sweat on his forehead revealed his inner nervousness.

This was totally beyond her expectation that the first person to stand up to defend them was Draco.

Harry's flushed face quickly recovered and he looked at Draco in the same surprise as she did.

"Draco, even though I am your godfather, I cannot condone your misbehavior... How dare you talk back to the professor?"

"Godfather, you always teach us that we need to maintain etiquette. I hope you can set an example for us... The Malfoy family taught me that I don't think attacking other people's parents is a polite behavior."

Draco's face turned slightly pale and he spoke through gritted teeth.

"It seems that you have learned a lot from that old fox Lucius... So this is why you talked back to the professor?"

Snape refused to give in, was aggressive and completely unreasonable.

"As a busy Potions professor, I have neither the obligation nor the time to inform every student of their family situation."