Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

There was a fog all around.

A milky, damp, slightly cold fog that buried everything.

I don’t know where I come from, nor do I know where I am going.

She just walked forward numbly and blankly.

Amanta didn't know how long or how far she walked in the fog, step by step, like a machine that never gets tired.

Gradually, without knowing when, the fog seemed to slowly fade away, and the surrounding scenery slowly emerged.

At some point, Amanta suddenly found herself walking on a street.

This is an extremely old street, which looks like it has been there for more than ten centuries. The road surface is not even brick, but compacted mud.

A carriage sped past her, stirring up a cloud of dust that made pedestrians cough. There were also some small vendors setting up stalls on the roadside doing business. Their clothes were strange and quaint.

Amanta continued to move forward along the same path as when she came, as if by inertia.

But she soon realized something was not right.

For example - everyone here seemed to ignore her.

A drunk man staggered towards them, emitting a stench of fermented alcohol.

He walked along the road, shaking his head and waving the wine can in his hand at strangers, and almost fell on people several times.

Passersby fanned the polluted air with their hands and moved to the sides in disgust.

Amanta was no exception. Seeing the drunk man was about to walk here, she also moved to the side.

But when the man staggered past her, his body suddenly tilted and he fell towards her diagonally.

Amanta quickly stretched out her arm to block the drunk's sudden collision.

but……

Amanta's eyes widened in disbelief.

The drunk's shoulder suddenly pierced through her arms and body - he fell to the ground and lay on the ground in a twisted state.

He passed through her body, collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud, and burped.

But passers-by were completely unaware of the terrifying situation.

...?

Amanta subconsciously raised her hand and suddenly found that her body was translucent.

"..." She was slightly startled, but she didn't seem to feel unusually surprised or frightened. She accepted the situation very quickly.

"Am I... already dead? Only my soul is left..."

She lowered her eyes, stretched out her translucent fingers, and muttered to herself.

"No, Amanta."

A female voice came from behind her.

Although she didn't know who the name "Amanta" referred to, for some reason, she subconsciously felt that the name was calling her.

She turned around and saw a young woman standing at the corner of an alley not far away, looking at her with a smile.

She was a beautiful woman with glacial light blue eyes and soft light blonde curls.

Her appearance instantly brought the sunshine and warmth to the dusty streets.

Amanta subconsciously looked back - there was no one else behind her, and no one was aware of their conversation.

That is, the woman might actually be talking to her.

"Can you see me?"

She tried pointing her finger at herself and asked the woman.

"of course."

The woman answered without hesitation.

"Come to me, Amanta," the woman called to her.

Amanta felt her legs moving toward her as if possessed.

She had countless questions in her mind, such as: Is her name Amanta? Who is this woman? What is her relationship with her? Where is this place? ...

She was just about to open her mouth and tell her all the confusion in her heart.

But as soon as she got closer to the woman, she immediately felt a strange feeling.

There seemed to be a sense of security around the woman.

This aura instantly enveloped her, and she felt that all the questions in her heart seemed to have been answered with peace of mind - even though she still didn't know the answers to those questions now.

She suddenly didn't want to ask anything anymore.

"Follow me, Amanta." The woman turned and walked towards the alley behind her.

"it is good."

Amanta responded subconsciously and followed the woman.

She didn't seem to have any extra questions about why she followed this woman, as if following her was her duty.

The woman led her along the narrow and dark alley.

They walked in silence for a long time.

When she was almost at the end, Amanta suddenly discovered that the end of the alley led to a bay.

The scenery there is completely different from here.

Just as she was about to look inside, the woman suddenly asked, "Aren't you curious about who I am?"

She smiled gently, her eyes sad and bright.

Amanta shook her head. She was not curious about the answer to this question.

For some reason, as soon as she got close to this woman, she was no longer interested in those questions that had no answers.

At this moment, inexplicably, a feeling of severe fatigue and drowsiness suddenly came over her, and some crazy and weird thoughts came to her mind. She even wanted to stop and fall asleep standing on the street.

"...Not surprising." She yawned.

The woman wasn't surprised by her reaction, she stretched out her hand and waved it gently in front of Amanta.

"You don't have much time left."

As the woman's slender fingers moved, something cool and moist seemed to brush across Amanta's cheek.

Amanta suddenly felt her mind clear up a little.

"You have to remember, my name is Livia."

"Okay...I understand." Amanta nodded.

I don't know why she insisted on telling me her name.

But, Livia... a strange yet familiar name, I seem to have heard it somewhere...

"..."Amanta quickly gave up thinking. Just like her own affairs, once she tried hard to think about it, it was like holding a handful of sand, which was within reach but could not hold anything.

She followed Livia in a daze, her brain like a bowl of stirred paste.

"Where are you taking me?" she couldn't help but ask.

They had been walking in the alley in silence for a while before Amanta suddenly remembered this key question.

Livia suddenly stopped and looked at her directly with a melancholy and deep look.

Amanta couldn't tell what was wrong, but she felt that there seemed to be something strange and out of place on her face.

She shook her confused head and looked again carefully.

Only then did she realize that Livia's eyes seemed too old, like the kind of eyes that could only be found in an octogenarian.

This look was extremely inconsistent with her young and beautiful appearance, and there was an indescribable sense of weirdness in it.

She rustled in a soft voice: "Amanta, I will show you - the end of everything."