Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

They debated for a moment, then decided to check inside the auditorium first—to see if Amanta had gone there first.

There is another reason. After all, it is already late.

If it was any later, they might miss breakfast in the auditorium today.

They hurriedly left the Slytherin common room, walked through a series of winding corridors, climbed up a series of stairs, and arrived at the Hogwarts Great Hall.

Draco and Harry glanced at the Slytherin table for a moment, and soon spotted the girl with light blond curly hair sitting at one end of the Slytherin table.

"Amanta!"

Harry ran towards her, surprised and aggrieved.

To his surprise, Amanta's reaction was extremely cold, distant and polite.

Amanta nodded to him expressionlessly and said calmly, "Good morning, Harry."

"Uh… Amanta, good morning."

"Well, if you have nothing else to do, you can stay with Draco from now on, and don't come to me."

“Ah…ah? Why?”

Harry looked at Amanta and suddenly felt that she looked a little strange.

Unlike Amanta, who had been with them through thick and thin, always buried her head in some profound books, but would also patiently teach him to practice spells, sometimes compete with him for Draco's candy, and even occasionally laugh at him rudely with Draco...

She treated him just like any other ordinary classmate.

But he couldn't find any fault with it, he just felt... uncomfortable.

Could it be... that he just doesn't know Amanta well enough?

Harry looked at her distressedly.

Amanta raised her eyebrows: "Oh, I just think that I'm of a certain age and shouldn't hang out with two boys all day. Otherwise, how will others see me?"

"...Uh, okay, you're right..."

Harry felt a little awkward, and he couldn't come up with any reason to protest.

He even felt that what she said made some sense, but he felt that it was a little weird, as if something was not right...

In short, he felt a sudden lump in his throat, nodded awkwardly, and walked slowly back to Draco.

"what happened?"

Draco frowned as he looked at Harry who was walking back dejectedly. Harry's nose was red and there was a slight red color around his eyes, as if he would cry soon.

He had just been standing not far away, observing the actions of Harry and Amanta.

"Draco...Draco." Harry wrinkled his nose and endured it, "Amanta said that we should not come to see her anymore."

After he finished speaking, crystal tears instantly wet his eyes.

"..." Draco looked at Harry worriedly, then at Amanta.

He pulled Harry to the two empty seats in the middle of the Slytherin table and sat down, keeping a little distance from Amanta.

"Did she say why?"

Draco reached out and poured a cup of hot dark chocolate. He always felt it was a little strange. Based on his understanding of Amanta, Amanta would never say such a thing.

Harry drooped his eyebrows and said listlessly: "I said she was a girl...she shouldn't hang out with two boys all day..."

"..." Draco looked confused.

He was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say.

He even thought about what Harry said for a moment, and actually felt that Amanta had some sense - and he, damn it, he had never thought about this issue at all.

No, no.

He always felt that something was wrong.

What exactly went wrong?

Apparently Harry had the same problem as him.

"Draco, do you feel that...Amanta has been a little strange since she came back?"

Harry tilted his head and secretly looked at Amanta at the end of the Slytherin table.

Amanta was eating a piece of cranberry pie with an expressionless face.

"Hmm..." Draco frowned. Although he couldn't put it into words, he always felt that something was wrong with Amanta in front of him.

She looked strange...and in her manner, nothing like the Amanta he knew.

Is it...

A horrifying thought popped into his mind.

Draco's face turned pale.

"…Draco, what's wrong with you?"

Harry, who was always keeping an eye on him and Amanta, looked at him worriedly.

Draco's face was stiff, and he glanced at Amanta in the distance.

…The more he peeped, the more he felt that his thoughts might be true.

"Harry..." Draco lowered his head and whispered mysteriously in Harry's ear, "I think I discovered something. No, I actually have a terrifying guess..."

He spoke so slowly and in such a chillingly soft voice that Harry shuddered.

"W-what...?"

Harry asked stutteringly when he didn't say anything else.

"You said... the Amanta in front of us, could it be that... it's not the real Amanta?" Draco asked seriously.

"Draco...what do you mean?" Harry's glasses almost fell off. "How is this possible? At least...well, she looks exactly the same as before..."

"Harry, you may not know." Draco glanced at the strange "Amanta" in the distance.

He tried to calm his racing heartbeat and patiently explained to Harry.

"There are many magics in the wizarding world that can transform a person into another person... That's how many spies were infiltrated into the Ministry of Magic back then. I heard that the Polyjuice Potion in the magic potion has this effect. It seems that using some spells to change one's appearance is also possible, but it may be troublesome, or the effect may not be satisfactory."

"But... from what we know about Amanta, her appearance is exactly the same as Amanta's. There is absolutely nothing wrong with her. It is more like Polyjuice Potion... There is another possibility."

After saying so many words in a row, Draco took a deep breath.

"What?" Harry asked impatiently.

"…It is the Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses. The Imperius Curse can control a person's behavior, but people who are cast with the Imperius Curse usually look a little confused…Amanta doesn't look like that at the moment."

Draco looked towards Amanta at the end of the long table.

"Look." He motioned for Harry to follow his gaze.

Amanta had finished her breakfast by now. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the stains from the corners of her mouth elegantly and reservedly.

"Amanta doesn't like to hold the handkerchief upright and wipe her mouth little by little like this. She likes to wipe it horizontally... Although it's not elegant enough, when I reminded her before, she told me that it saves time..."

Harry nervously followed him and looked at Amanta who was wiping her mouth.

He frowned and tried to search for his memory: "...You are right, I seem to remember that Amanta was not in this position."

"…But if what I said is true, then where is the real Amanta?"

Draco took a deep breath and asked a question that no one knew the answer to and that even scared him.