Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

I'm afraid this question is not something that Harry or Draco can answer at the moment.

"Hmm..." Harry swallowed, "I have another question. If the person now is indeed not Amanta, then... who is she?"

"..." Draco looked at Amanta with a complicated expression as she packed up and walked towards the door of the auditorium.

"If I knew, it wouldn't be so difficult. Let's go find the Godfather first. Even if he doesn't believe us, we can ask him how to make the antidote for Polyjuice Potion."

Harry nodded and suggested, "I have another idea. If our guess is correct, then... this person must have a purpose in disguising herself as Amanta. We can follow her secretly and see what she wants to do."

Draco looked at Harry in surprise.

"Harry, I didn't expect you to be so clever sometimes."

Harry pouted and said unconvincedly: "Look at what you are saying. Haven't I always been smart?"

"Ahem...it seems so."

Draco looked at Amanta who was about to leave the hall, stood up quickly and said concisely: "Then I will go find the godfather, Harry, you go follow her."

"it is good!"

Harry hastily stuffed a few pieces of pie and pudding into the inside pocket of his robes and hurried towards Amanta's back.

……

Draco couldn't tell how many times he had stood in this potion storage room and office since the start of the school year.

There was always a slightly bitter aroma of potion wafting through the godfather's office. Draco took a deep breath and recalled the scene when they first appeared here.

It was the weekend of the first week of school, and he, Amanta and Harry had just come out of the Forbidden Forest.

It was Amanta who saved him and brought him back here, when he was forced to drink the potion of despair and the Godfather prepared the antidote for him.

When he woke up, he was lying on the sofa here.

Now he has fully recovered.

And Amanta...where is the real you now?

Draco walked deeper into the office.

Snape's figure was looming in a cloud of steam.

Without a word, Draco walked towards Snape, who was stirring a huge cauldron.

"Well, my dear godson, seeing you appear here on your own initiative really makes me a little uncomfortable."

Snape was standing next to the crucible that was as high as his waist from the ground. He was stirring the liquid inside with a huge stirring stick while holding an extremely thick book.

Draco had no idea what potion he was brewing… never mind how big the pot was, the stirring stick looked longer than a broom.

"This astonishing dose, I'm afraid it's for trolls or giants?" Draco complained quietly in his heart.

Snape glanced vaguely in his direction.

"As a poor and pathetic professor... apart from teaching, I need more ways to make a living in order to afford so many potion materials."

I heard that many precious potion ingredients are very valuable.

No wonder every time they came here, the godfather was busy brewing various potions, and the time he took them to Hogsmeade Village, the godfather also went there to trade potions.

Draco nodded thoughtfully, "So Godfather, you are...making extra money?"

But is it necessary for the Godfather to work so hard to earn extra money? With the Godfather's status as a potion master, shouldn't it be easy for him to make money?

He couldn't help but speak out what was in his heart.

"But I don't think it's necessary. You can apply for some patents from the Ministry of Magic with the potions and spells you have researched... or publish an autobiography and teaching books. I believe my father will also help..."

"..." A long silence fell in the room.

But Snape suddenly laughed softly.

Or maybe it was a cold snort? It sounded like it came from the nose?

Draco was a little unsure. The voice was too quiet, and he couldn't see the professor's face...

"You really are just like your father," Snape said slowly.

"Really? Godfather, thank you for the compliment."

From childhood to adulthood, he has heard such praise countless times, and his ears are almost callused from it.

But hearing these words coming from the godfather still made him feel somewhat surprised.

But... Draco quickly thought of another possibility. Maybe... this sentence was not a compliment to Snape?

"Just like Lucius, I realized after getting to know him well that young men like you who were raised in luxury have been protected too well by your family since childhood, so you are somewhat naive."

"..."

Sure enough, it was just as he thought.

The Godfather just changed the way he insulted people.

"Draco, like what you said... applying for patents or publishing books, if you don't have many connections in the Ministry of Magic, it's not easy to do these things... Well, let's not talk about this, what do you want to see me about?"

Draco briefly told him his doubts about the current "Amanta".

"Oh? Are you so sure?"

"Yes, Godfather. If you don't know her well, you may not be able to tell, but Harry and I have been with her for so long... no matter how you look at her words and actions, she is not the Amanta we know."

Snape put down the stirring rod and looked down at the liquid in the crucible gradually boiling.

"I have to admit that this incident is a bit strange... After Merlin came back alone that day, she told me and Mag that she had left Sparlow with a broken leg at the Shrieking Shack. Then she came back and told Gemma, but Gemma didn't tell me and Mag about it."

"Oh? It was me who asked Gemma to come to you... I guarantee that she didn't know anything at the time - because Amanta didn't say anything when she came back, just that she wanted to go back to the dormitory to rest."

"From what I know about Gemma, she is not a forgetful prefect. Only McGonagall would believe this. After all, all Gryffindors are full of such unreliable people."

"Not only that..." Draco shook his head, "Godfather, in my opinion, Amanta has her own kindness in her heart. She would never leave a student from the same school, who has a broken leg, outside and come back alone without saying a word."

"Even though he tried to knock her off her broom several times during the match a while ago?" Snape sneered, "I have always despised such useless kindness."

"Godfather..." Draco shook his head and said firmly, "Normally... we might take revenge on some unfriendly classmates."

His face flushed a little when he said this.

"But in this critical situation, I don't think she would do that."

"All right." Snape snorted again.

"Well... I used Legilimency on Merlin and checked her for any traces of dark magic or spells."

"What's the result?" Draco's eyes lit up and he asked eagerly, "Godfather?"

Snape stared inscrutablely into the thick liquid in the huge cauldron.

"But I don't see anything."