Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

"There are two left now."

Amanta muttered as she scanned the empty rotunda.

She looked at the afterimages of light and shadow floating on the edge of the blood pool, her brow furrowed.

"After Hermione and Luna's illusion dissipated, the two halos also shattered," she whispered, looking at the two vortexes that still flickered with a faint red light, "They are still trapped inside. Especially Harry... I'm worried about him."

Julius stood aside in silence for a moment, then asked softly, "Do you understand his fear?"

Amanda nodded. "I can roughly guess. He once told me about his childhood at the Dursleys' house... and that feeling of loneliness and abandonment."

"Then you will definitely be able to rescue him." Neville said hopefully.

Amanta raised her hand, and the Sage's Ring lit up again, a circle of red light radiating from the surface of the blood pool. She closed her eyes, concentrated her mind, and injected the emotional resonance between herself and Harry, the trust, the disputes, the fighting side by side, the silence and the comfort, into the blood pool.

Then she saw him.

Harry sat in the cupboard, his limbs hunched up, his face showing the silence and numbness of a teenager.

He looked down at the moldy old school uniform, his mind blank.

Uncle Vernon rapped gruffly at the door. "Get up quickly! Boy, you have to report to Stonewall Middle School today! Do you think you're a noble? Still want to stay in bed?!"

Harry turned his head automatically and looked at the door.

He knew that nothing was right. He had clearly not been at the Dursleys' house for a long time... but this familiar feeling of oppression was like an invisible hand, pushing him back into the nightmare of his childhood.

He took a deep breath, reached out, and pushed open the cupboard door.

Click.

There was a person standing outside the door.

No, to be exact, it's another "Harry".

The man stood at the end of the corridor where light and shadow intertwined. His figure was exactly the same as his, but his face was colder and harder, his eyes were empty and dark, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was mocking.

"You've never left here." The dark "Harry" spoke, his voice low and like a forced curse, "This is all just a dream you made up. Savior? That's ridiculous. You're just an unwanted little bastard."

Harry gritted his teeth, his palms sweating.

"The few friends you have will eventually leave you. What you are best at is killing the people around you." The other person continued, with a mixture of malice and sober madness in his eyes.

Harry took a step back, his heel catching the edge of the cupboard door. He began to hesitate.

at this time--

"Harry." A familiar voice sounded in the back of his mind.

"...Amanta?" Harry's eyes were shocked and he was stunned.

"Do you remember? You once told me that the hardest thing isn't the fighting, but getting through it alone in the darkness." Amanta's voice seemed to pass through some kind of barrier, coming faintly in. "You got through it a long time ago, didn't you?"

Harry's eyes changed and he seemed a little angry.

"Don't listen to her," he sneered, "She won't always be there for you. No one will. You're destined to be alone."

Harry looked down at his hands.

On his wrist, the watch Amanta gave him at Christmas was still there. If he opened the cover, he could see a photo of the three of them, a photo taken in Hogsmeade, he wearing a winter wizard robe and Amanta wearing a green scarf.

She had pulled him out of the darkness once, that summer, that long summer when he thought he was going to Stonewall Academy.

"Amanta is still here," he said. "They're all still here."

He suddenly took out his wand and pointed it at the shadow.

"you are not me."

boom--

The shadow was struck by the light of the wand and shattered like ink.

The corridor brightened, and Uncle Vernon's shouting faded away completely.

"He is back!"

Neville was the first to run over and support Harry who had fallen to the ground.

Harry panted slightly and turned to look at the people around him.

"...Thank you." He bit his lower lip regretfully, "And I'm sorry for making you worry."

"I'm glad you're back." Amanta looked at him and said seriously, "Next time, discuss it with us in advance."

the other side.

The unfortunate official from the Ministry of Magic was nearly insane, battling a swarm of mad giant spiders in a hallucination. Amanta projected a magical shield directly through the pool of blood, blocking the official's attack, and then implanted a section of Ministry of Magic regulations into the hallucination scene.

"Article 3...Article 5..."

The man was stunned for a moment, then got up from the ground, recalled the relevant techniques, and struggled to unravel the structure of the illusion.

Finally, the seven of them reunited in the rotunda.

"They're all out." Neville sighed softly as he looked at the circle of tired but awake faces.

Hermione sat aside with her arms folded, her hair still messy and her eyes red, but she forced herself to sit up straight: "This is carefully planned. It...it magnifies the thing that each of us fears the most."

"It also helped us identify who we are." Luna said calmly, blinking, "Did you notice that everyone chose not to escape in order to get out of there."

Harry looked at Amanta and said nothing, but his eyes were more sincere than any words.

Amanta simply nodded and said solemnly, "It seems we have passed through the outer illusion."

"So what's next?" Hermione asked.

As soon as she finished speaking, the center of the blood pool began to roll, as if responding to her.

A pitch-black door slowly rose from the blood, and a string of ancient magic runes appeared on the door.

Amanta stood up, and the gem on the Sage's Ring glowed faintly red.

The real door is finally about to open.