Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The light from the round table suddenly gathered the moment everyone sat down, as if the sky was collapsing, and gray fog rolled down from the dome, engulfing the entire hall.

A strange force ran through their minds, buzzing, as if creating some kind of resonance deep in their souls.

In the blink of an eye, Amanta was standing in a valley shrouded in dusk.

In the distance came the sound of horse hooves, horns, and the clink of armor. Torches blazed brightly, blending into one in the darkness. Beneath the towers, banners fluttered, a crisscross of crimson and silver, swirling in the wind.

"What is this place?" Harry's voice sounded from behind her.

He had changed into a silver-grey knight's armor, holding a ruby-inlaid sword in his hand, and wearing the Wings of Oath cloak symbolizing Bedivere on his shoulders.

"...the era of the Knights of the Round Table." Hermione approached, her Galahad Knight armor simple yet elegant, her long hair tied high, her expression cold. "We really...became them."

Neville looked at the flag on the fortress in the distance: "Looks like this is Camelot."

All seven of them wore armor and insignia appropriate to their status, their mounts waiting at their sides. A command was heard from afar, and a middle-aged general with a golden beard rode up on horseback, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

"My fellow knights," he shouted in Old English, "the king's orders have arrived. Head to the Gray Night Forest and pursue the King's assassin rebels!"

The knights around have already formed into formations, the sound of hooves is like thunder, and a large army of silver armors is marching north.

They were placed in the rear. A lieutenant in robes approached quickly and whispered, "You must be extremely vigilant. The Gray Night Forest is the hiding place of Mordred's rebels. It is said that the power of a mysterious sorcerer has awakened there."

Everyone looked at each other.

"Who are you talking about?" Amanta's eyes narrowed. "Mordred?"

The adjutant nodded. "The king's illegitimate son. He has rebelled against the court, secretly controlling Dementors and summoning Stygians. The battle tonight will determine who will inherit the throne."

"I just said it was an act," Thor muttered, tugging at his heavy armor. "I don't want to play a knight."

"Did you hear what he called us just now?" Amanta suddenly spoke, looking thoughtful. "He said we were knights."

Harry asked, "What's wrong?"

She nodded slightly, pointing to the snake pattern on her chest emblem. "He didn't call me Mordred, nor did he want to kill me as a traitor. This shows that although we hold a certain identity, we are still ourselves."

"That is, we have free will." Julius stood to her right, his thumb on the hilt of his sword. "Perhaps this trial only allows us to be spectators."

"What does it want us to see?" Neville tightened his grip on the reins.

"It depends on the true direction and outcome of that period of history." Hermione replied.

Amanta looked past the crowd and gazed at the edge of the forest in the distance.

She felt a weak but persistent power surge toward her, like her blood responding to a call, her bones awakening to another name.

Mordred

That wasn't her.

Yet, it happened to be her.

"Did you hear that?" Luna suddenly whispered.

Everyone fell silent.

There is a voice in the wind, whispering in my ear.

"The son who killed his father..."

"The blood of the traitor king..."

"Reinventing the Round Table..."

Amanta closed her eyes, the whispers flooding into her mind.

The next moment, the entire forest was suddenly lit up with blue flames.

A huge figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

That is……

The black knight wearing a tattered cloak, holding a blood-stained giant blade, his face was blurred, and a pair of red pupils were vaguely revealed.

"Rebels?" Hermione drew her sword, her brown hair flying and her eyes sharp.

"Look at him!" Neville said solemnly, "His emblem...is the same as Amanta's."

That is Mordred's emblem.

Amanta's heart was beating like a drum, and the figures around him gradually became blurred, leaving only the figure of the black knight, which was gradually expanding.

The wind stopped.

The shadows of the trees in the Gray Night Forest were reflected in the blue flames, and every branch looked like a twisted arm. The black knight stood at the end of countless intertwined vines and branches, walking towards them step by step.

"Wait, he didn't attack." Neville held his breath, raised his right hand slightly, and blocked Harry.

"He just stared at..." Harry whispered, "Amanta."

Amanta didn't move. She stared into those red eyes, as if something was pulling her to her feet.

"He's waiting for you," Julius said, his tone almost whispering, yet with a strange certainty. "The trial is for you."

"But I have nothing to do with Mordred," she said.

"Yes." Julius looked at her, "But you have Merlin's blood."

"You suspect Merlin has something to do with all this?"

"Don't you understand yet? Who left these relics?"

Thor, the Ministry of Magic official, could no longer bear it and interrupted in a cold voice: "Do you understand that places like this should not be touched by you little brats without permission! This is not a damn adventure game, you have destroyed an ancient taboo ritual..."

"So you being accidentally kicked in by Hermione is now part of the ceremony?" Luna smiled innocently.

"You—!" Thor's face flushed. "I'm supposed to be an observer and recorder, not a participant! You triggered the door's resonance without permission, and now the entire ruins has been activated!"

"But you're on our side now," Harry said suddenly. "You're no longer a bystander. We have to deal with this together, or no one will get out alive."

The Ministry of Magic official gritted his teeth, his expression still extremely grim.

The Black Knight finally stopped, standing five steps in front of the group. The tip of his sword hung low above the ground, yet he exuded a terrifying aura, and a faint gray shadow swirled beneath his armor.

"Who are you?" Hermione cried.

The voice that answered her was a low, long voice, not from the living, but as if it came from the other side of the Styx:

[…My name is Mordred.]

My blood comes from the king and the sorcerer.

If you want to repeat the end of the round table, you must first drink your blood and then your sins.

"He said we have to drink blood?" Harry said in disbelief. "That sounds too weird."

"No." Hermione frowned. "He's talking about a ritual, a way to prove one's resolve and connect to the memories of those who came before."

"It seems he wants us to become the knights we play." Neville nodded, "Do it, or you will never get out."

Harry took a breath and drew his blade: "Then let's begin."

He was the first to step forward, standing before Mordred and slashing the blade across his palm. Drops of blood slid down the blade's edge and were quickly absorbed by the ground.

Hermione, Neville, Luna and others followed closely behind, completing their tasks one by one.

Amanta stepped forward last.

The moment her blood hit the ground, Mordred suddenly raised his head, his cloak fluttered, and all the gray shadows under the armor rushed towards her!

In an instant, she saw another world.

Countless fragments burned like flames before her eyes:

A young man in a scarlet cloak was practicing spells alone on top of a high tower.

Merlin sat in the middle of the lake and threw a drop of blood into the water.

A secret contract between the king and the sorcerer.

Former close friends and break up.

The war that ultimately ended with Moremod killing his father was actually for...

"Save Camelot." Amanta opened her eyes and her voice was dry.

"What?" Harry turned to look at her.

"Mordred is not rebelling for the throne... He is trying to stop King Arthur's new policy. After the war, King Arthur wants to build a kingdom without magic, only sword and law." She tried to explain it all in the simplest language possible.

Julius's expression changed slightly: "You saw his memory."

Mordred moved.

He took a step forward, and lightly swung the giant sword in his hand, leaving a pattern on the ground.

The ground collapsed instantly, and everyone lost their balance!

They fell into the sword mark together.

The sound of the wind in my ears suddenly became sharp and crazy, and my body seemed to be pulled into a chaotic space-time fault.

next moment--

They landed.

Before my eyes were the ruins of Camelot, with broken walls and corpses scattered all over the ground, and fires burning with a dying light on the ruins.

Several torn royal flags fluttered in the wind, stained with dried dark red blood.

"The war is over," Hermione said hoarsely.

"It is the moment when King Arthur falls." Amanta looked up and saw a tall black shadow standing on the top of the mountain in the distance.