Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Amanta put on her cloak and tightened her collar. The snowy wind blew in through the gaps in the door curtains, blowing up the warm fragrance from the stove that had not yet dissipated.

"Once you find someone or encounter something unusual, immediately fire off fireworks as a signal." Hermione said hurriedly, "Red means you've found the target, green means you haven't found it, and silver means you're in danger."

Luna nodded slightly and lowered her hat a little, but her eyes were clearer than ever before.

"I'll go west." Hermione stepped into the snow, "Look for it along the village road."

"I'm heading towards the riverbank." Luna's voice was still erratic. "The wind can speak. I'll listen to what it has to say."

"I'm in charge of the village." Amanta said, hooked her finger and put on the Sage's Ring.

The three of them quickly separated and disappeared into the night snow.

Amanta almost trotted out of the woods where the tent was, her boots making crisp crunching sounds as she stepped on the thick snow.

At 4:30 in the morning, the sky was still dim, but snow covered the entire valley. Every inch of the ground was dazzlingly white, reflecting the cold light of the waning moon, making the night seem not deep at all, but as clear as day.

The cold wind blew with snowflakes. She squinted her eyes and shouted, "Harry! Neville—!"

Only the wind responded.

She walked quickly through the path, with abandoned houses on both sides. The snow buried the door thresholds, and occasionally mottled window sills and collapsed roofs could be seen.

"Harry!" she called again.

Suddenly, a flash of red appeared at the corner ahead.

Her breath hitched.

is her.

The little girl in the red cloak was standing quietly in the distance, near the entrance of the church street, with one hand hanging down and the other holding something, her head slightly lowered, and her long red cloak almost sweeping the snow.

"You - stop!" Amanta immediately drew out her wand and quickly chased after him, "Don't run! Who are you?!"

The little girl suddenly raised her head, revealing her inorganic ice-blue eyes, then immediately turned around and ran away.

The snow was dug up by her feet, splashing white dust, and her cloak seemed to draw a sharp arc in the air.

Amanta didn't hesitate and chased after him.

The wind became more and more violent, and the number of houses around gradually decreased. At the broken stone walls on both sides of the road, the sharp corners of tombstones protruded from the snow like sharp teeth in ambush.

This is the churchyard in Godric's Hollow.

She stopped, took a breath, and looked around.

The little girl's figure had disappeared without a trace, as if swallowed by the night, and as if she had never really existed.

But the footprints left on the ground were still clear, extending between the tombstones and disappearing in front of the dilapidated back door of the church.

Amanta gripped her wand tightly, and snowflakes fell on her shoulders.

The snow was silent, the only sound in the air was the trembling of wind through the dead branches.

She stood at the edge of the churchyard, the snow so deep that she sank ankle deep with every step she took. Before her were rows of tombstones, old and new, half covered with snow.

She walked in slowly, holding her wand and staring straight ahead.

There was something so wrong with all this.

Harry and Neville would not leave the tent without a reason. The little girl in the red cloak seemed to be leading her here.

She frowned and slowly scanned the names on the tombstones. The stone was cold and the words were eroded by wind, so they were not clear. But she stopped in front of one of the tombstones.

Ariana Dumbledore

A short-lived flower

The tombstone is not big, but it is wiped very clean, as if someone often visits. Next to it is another stone tablet, engraved with:

Kendra Dumbledore

Mother, Guardian

She was stunned for a moment. This was... Dumbledore's sister and mother.

The cold wind blew through the tombstones, blowing towards me with an indescribable weight of silence.

Amanta clenched her wand, but her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

About ten meters ahead, there was a tall black shadow standing in front of a tombstone.

The night reflected a hazy silver light on the snow, making the outlines of the people clear.

The man had a straight back, was thin and tall, and his black hair swayed slightly in the wind. He was not wearing a hat or the hood of his coat, as if he was not afraid of the cold, and he just stood there quietly, motionless.

He lowered his head, as if reading the words on the tombstone.

At that moment, Amanta's heart suddenly beat faster.

She knew who it was.

But she didn't expect to meet him at such a time and in such a place.

Her heart was still beating violently, she suppressed her anxiety and confusion, and slowly walked towards him. Her boots left a trail of footprints in the snow, and each step made a dull sound, but it did not cause any reaction from the figure.

Julius seemed not to hear her footsteps and just stood there in silence.

She finally stopped beside him and turned her head to look at him. The black-haired boy's profile looked a little cold in the moonlight, his eyelashes cast a faint shadow, his lips were tightly lined, and his expression was solemn and almost compassionate.

She finally saw the tombstone in front of him clearly.

James Potter and Lily Potter

Sleeping side by side

There is another sentence below:

"The last enemy to be eliminated is death."

The words pierced my eyes like they were from a stone tablet.

She was shocked.

That was the prophecy that guided Harry throughout his life, and the belief that permeated the war.

She should have immediately asked what you were doing here? Who were you looking for? Did you have anything to do with what happened tonight?

——But she suddenly couldn't speak.

Because Julius at this moment was somewhat different from the calm, sharp, proud and dangerous boy she was familiar with.

He did not notice her gaze, nor did he break the silence. He just continued to stare at the tombstone, his black eyes, like ink sinking into the night snow, bottomless.

Amanta looked at him quietly, with an inexplicable emotion in her heart.

Not anger, nor doubt.

It is an indescribable resonance.

It was as if in this land of the dead, they had finally freed themselves from the complicated battles of wits and tugs of war, and briefly, they were just two people looking at tombstones, facing death and prophecy.

She didn't know how long the silence lasted.

The wind blew in gusts, but the cemetery was still silent.

The snow was still falling, and the wind blew through the gaps between the tombstones, making a low hum.

"The last enemy to be eliminated is death."

The epitaph was engraved there plainly.

She didn't ask him why he was here, nor did she question whether he had anything to do with the disappearance of Harry and Neville - somehow, she had a vague feeling that he would answer that question sooner or later.

She stood there for a while until the boy next to her finally spoke.

"What do you think of this?"

His voice was low, like a piece of snow falling into the water, without causing any ripples, but instead making people feel even chiller.

Amanta did not answer immediately, but looked at the line of words with a serious look.

She knew he wasn't talking about "epitaph" but "meaning".

"I think," she said slowly, "it's a vow against fate."

She turned to look at him, "Death is everyone's enemy. No one can avoid it or escape it. It is the most powerful, and it is the end that will come eventually."

“Oh?” Julius lowered his eyes, as if he was amused by her answer, and chuckled, “Invincible? Is that how you understand it?”

His voice was soft, like the night wind blowing across the pale tombstones in a cemetery.

"And Mr. and Mrs. Nicolas Flamel?"

He looked back at her, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "That couple escaped time by chance through alchemy. Don't you think they have defeated death?"

Amanta frowned: "In the end, they chose to face death."

"Choice?" Julius sneered. "They have no choice. Time will catch up with them sooner or later."

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, a cold arc appearing at the corner of his lips.

"But, there is actually another person——"

Amanta's heart skipped a beat.

She knew who he was talking about.

Before she could speak, his dark eyes reflected her image, and he slowly uttered the name:

"Voldemort."

really.

Amanta subconsciously tensed all her muscles and clenched her wand in her palm.

She lowered her voice very low: "He won't succeed."

Julius said nothing, but just stared at her, with some indescribable emotions wandering in his eyes, as if he was observing, or waiting.

"We will destroy him—" She paused, the words stuck between her teeth.

Horcrux.

But before she could say it, Julius had already read it out for her.

"Horcruxes."

The tone was calm, as if it was a very common term.

Amanta's eyes suddenly tightened.

Sure enough he knew.

And he wasn't shy about letting her know that he knew.

"You really have been watching us all the time." She frowned.

Julius did not answer the question, but raised the corner of his mouth, and his tone was like a cold joke:

"Then I wish you success."

When he said this, there wasn't even a hint of malice in his voice. Instead, it sounded like... a genuine blessing.

Amanta felt a little confused.

She knew he wasn't really on Voldemort's side, but he wasn't on their side either.

"What do you want to do?" She stared at him, and suddenly felt that it was not a good idea to continue beating around the bush. "What is your purpose in bringing me here?"

That was why she came tonight.

No matter how quiet he pretended to be here, Harry and Neville's disappearance tonight had nothing to do with him.

Julius tilted his head slightly, as if he was finally tired of beating around the bush, and chuckled softly, saying lightly:

"That's why I wanted to bring you here."

"Where are Harry and Neville?" Amanta's voice turned cold, and her eyes instantly became sharp. "Have you seen them? Where did they go?"

“Hmm…” Julius seemed to be thinking, but his tone was too relaxed.

"What on earth have you done?" She took a step closer, the snow crunching under her feet, and her hand holding the wand trembled slightly.

He suddenly stopped smiling, his eyes darkened, as if he had caught some dangerous signal——

at this time.

"Click——"

From deep within the church, there was a faint but clear metallic sound.

The two of them turned around suddenly.

The back door facing the cemetery was slowly opening.

The darkness behind the door was like a huge mouth, quietly opening towards them.

Before Amanta could see clearly inside, Julius was half a beat faster than her.

He suddenly covered her mouth with his hand, held her arm with his other hand, half bent down, and instantly pressed her behind the nearest tombstone.

Amanta's eyes widened in surprise, but she said nothing.

She could clearly feel the boy's cold and powerful fingers, his breathing close to her ears, and from the direction of the door, she could hear footsteps.