Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

"..."

Draco stared blankly at Snape in front of him, and he felt his body getting colder and colder.

What did the Godfather just say?

He didn't see anything?

How can it be?

The Godfather is a renowned master of Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms, as well as a genius in Legilimency and Occlumency.

If the Godfather can't see it...

There are only two possibilities.

One is that Amanta really has changed her personality... although Draco thinks this is completely impossible.

Can a person change all his living habits and details overnight? It is impossible.

Then there are only two possibilities... The one who controls Amenta must be someone more powerful than the Godfather...

Then the options are pitifully few.

Draco looked at Snape with an unusually pale face, his lips trembling slightly.

Snape saw his expression.

"Huh, are you scared already?"

"Godfather... Could it be that the Dark Lord has taken possession of her?"

Draco couldn't help but think of Quirrell's horrible appearance that night in the Forbidden Forest, and the pale face of the Dark Lord, his blood-red pupils, and his nostrils as sharp as a snake...

He shuddered.

"I don't think this matter is that simple."

Snape slowly picked up the stirring stick again and began stirring counterclockwise.

"She doesn't have a face like Quirrell's, but I still suspect it has something to do with the Dark Lord."

"What about Sparow?" Draco swallowed. "What did Professor McGonagall say when she found Sparow? What happened to them that day?"

"This is the key..." Snape turned a page of the thick book, which was filled with many complex symbols.

"When Minerva found Sparraw, she discovered that his memory had been wiped out and he was even a little mentally retarded. Professor McGonagall had to write a letter to his parents. Sparraw is now in the school hospital, but they are discussing transferring him to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Insects."

"Amanta has always insisted that the Golden Snitch was made into a portkey by some pranksters, which teleported them to the Shrieking Shack, and that Sparaud's leg was broken when he landed on the ground - and he was able to tie himself up tightly with a broken leg? Humph."

"Let's not talk about the tying up first...how do you explain that Spalau was cast under the Forgetfulness Charm?" Draco couldn't help asking, "Who did this? Also, have you checked their wands?"

"We checked her wand as well, she didn't use the Oblivion Charm, and neither did Sparaud's wand."

"Hmm... well, that's not surprising." Draco thought for a moment, "If I were the one who did all this, and I was planning to 'parasite' her body - I certainly wouldn't do it so obviously, right?"

"According to this so-called Amanta, it was probably done by someone who later visited the Shrieking Shack - humph, what a liar."

"It's not necessarily the Dark Lord who did all this... After all, he has no physical body. I think it might be one of his helpers... Maybe he's in Hogwarts."

Draco stated his speculation.

After all, the current Voldemort can't sneak into Hogwarts without anyone noticing and transform the Golden Snitch into a portkey.

Snape paused in stirring, and said calmly, "I may have guessed a candidate. Of course, I'm not sure, but there is a certain possibility."

"Who?" Draco asked immediately.

Snape's face was gloomy: "I'm afraid this is not something you can know yet."

"Okay, Godfather, I respect your decision."

Even though he said this, Draco shrugged somewhat disappointedly.

Snape's expression softened a little.

"…I think I have to consult Dumbledore on this matter."

Draco's eyes widened.

"Oh no, Harry—"

He suddenly remembered that Harry had just volunteered to follow Amanta.

If Amanta is now the Dark Lord, or a Death Eater...whatever it is, wouldn't Harry be in great danger?

……

"Harry, you've been following me for a long time."

Amanta stopped in front of a bookshelf in the library on the second floor. She pulled out a book and suddenly raised her voice in a cold voice.

It is still a long way to the end of the semester and it is also a rare weekend, so the library is naturally as deserted as usual.

“…I was discovered by you.”

Harry took a deep breath and walked out from the bookshelf behind her.

"What do you want to do? I've already warned you not to come to me again."

Amanta raised her eyelids and said impatiently.

"...Uh." Harry hesitated. He took a step towards Amanta and spread his arms as if he wanted to explain something, but he didn't know where to start.

Amanta took a step back cautiously.

"What do you want to do? If you do that, I will tell the professors that there is a boy following me all day and seriously interfering with my life."

"Amanta, relax, I didn't mean it... I just wanted to come and see you..."

Harry quickly raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

Amanta drew her wand and pointed it at him.

"Leave, or you'll end up like that poor big guy."

Harry raised his hands and stepped back, looking back to make sure he hadn't bumped into anything.

"Amanta, it is forbidden to use spells in the library." Harry advised earnestly.

He still couldn't believe that Amanta was not the original Amanta... What Draco said was very strange, he didn't completely believe it, so he decided to give it a try himself.

But apart from her behavior, Amanta looks no different from the original Amanta.

Harry was still thinking about what Draco had said.

But when he turned around, Amanta had already coldly chanted the spell.

"Petrificus Totalus."

When Harry realized what was happening, he was about to reach for the inner pocket of his robes -

He was caught off guard and fell straight back to the ground.

As he landed, Amanta quickly cast a silencing spell, eliminating the loud noise he made when he fell.

There were almost no people in the library at this time. Moreover, they were in the deepest bookshelves. As long as no loud noise was made, no one would come here on their own initiative.

"It's your bad luck to meet me, Potter."

She gave Harry a creepy smile.

That smile was so strange, it was an expression that would never appear on Amanta's face.

"Although I think it would be better to use a Muggle-born wizard...but you...Potter, you don't seem to be any different from a Muggle-born. The most important thing is that you are so disgusting - it is you who caused my failure in the future."

Amanta kicked him hard in the side.

Harry was kicked over by her and he heard his glasses shatter again with a crunch.

"You will be the first sacrifice."