Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Amanta pursed her lips and lingered on Julius' face for a moment, trying to see something in those deep black eyes.

deal?

What did he want from her?

Just as the two were talking in low voices, an imperceptible shadow approached the bookshelf not far away.

Harry was casually looking for a spell practice book in the library, but his eyes accidentally passed through the gap between the bookshelves and saw Amanta not far away.

She was sitting at a table by the window, opposite—Julius.

Harry's brows furrowed immediately.

They were close together, talking in low voices, with furtive looks on their faces.

Harry paused, subconsciously hid behind the bookshelf, and pricked up his ears.

He couldn't hear everything, but the few intermittent words made his brows frown more and more.

The Triwizard Tournament...

"Bypassing the age limit"...

“Can participate”…

Could it be that... Amanta is discussing with Julius how to secretly participate in the Triwizard Tournament? !

Harry's heart skipped a beat and he almost wanted to rush out to question Amanta, but reason held him back.

Why would Amanta discuss this with Julius behind his back?

Why not tell him and Draco?

Harry gritted his teeth and unconsciously clenched his fists.

*

The auditorium was brightly lit, and students at four long tables were chatting and laughing, enjoying a sumptuous dinner.

Harry sat at the Slytherin table, but he had no appetite. He stared at the roast beef in front of him in a daze, his brows furrowed, and his mood was complicated.

His eyes drifted to Amanta who was sitting opposite him from time to time.

She was still as calm and composed as ever, cutting the steak on the plate, as if nothing that happened in the library today had happened.

Harry couldn't help but say: "Amanta——"

Amanta raised her head: "Hmm?"

Harry put down his knife and fork and asked casually, "Are you interested in the Triwizard Tournament?"

Amanta raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes calm: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Harry shrugged, trying to sound more relaxed. "Just asking... uh, you don't want to participate?"

Amanta smiled faintly: "Harry, have you forgotten? Minors are not allowed to participate."

Harry blinked and looked her in the eye. "What if we could get around the age limit?"

Amanta paused for a moment, and her expression darkened slightly.

But soon, she regained her composure, slowly put down her knife and fork, and said calmly: "Impossible, the rules of the competition are very strict, I think they will use many methods to ensure this."

Harry pursed his lips and stared at her profile. He always felt that Amanta was hiding something.

He lowered his head and fiddled with the pumpkin pie on the plate, eating it tastelessly.

Amanta's answer was too calm, even a little deliberately nonchalant.

He had known Amanta for more than three years and was familiar with all her habits better than anyone else.

If she really had no interest in the Triwizard Tournament, her reaction just now should have been more natural, rather than deliberately calm.

She was lying to him.

She must have talked to Julius in the library, they must have had some plan...

Harry felt depressed and chewed the food in his mouth, but it had no taste at all.

If Amanta really wanted to compete…why didn’t she tell him?

Doesn't she trust him?

Or did she think he wasn't strong enough to participate?

Harry's fists clenched under the table.

He didn't understand what Amanta was thinking, but he knew very well——

If she really had a way to participate in the Triwizard Tournament and she was unwilling to tell him... then there was only one possibility.

She didn't want him to attend.