Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The howling cold wind blew in my face.

When Amanta stepped onto the edge of the Bleeding Gate, the moment she landed, her feet stepped on a layer of fresh snow that had not been compacted, making a slight "crunching" sound.

Heavy snow began to fall again in Godric's Hollow.

The cold wind made the branches rustle, and white snowflakes swirled down like a silent elegy, bringing the final curtain to this trial of unknown origin.

She blinked in surprise.

When he looked around again, he saw a familiar church quietly sitting not far away. The tombstones on the ground revealed vague outlines in the snow, and the Blood Gate, the tall, rusty and mottled stone gate, stood alone in the open space in the center of the church, like a relic that did not belong to this world.

And they finally walked out of the illusion of the Blood Gate intact.

"They're out!"

A sudden shout from the crowd of white robes in the distance broke the silence.

In an instant, there was chaos.

Several magic spells flew over almost at the same time, and brilliant beams of light crossed in the air. Some of the people in white robes wanted to rush forward, but were quickly subdued.

The law enforcement wizards from the Ministry of Magic pinned them down one by one, their wands pointed alertly at the white-robed men who were still struggling.

The white-robed people were still struggling and shouting:

"Who is the chosen one—?"

"Harry Potter, or the Longbottom boy?"

"Tell us, has the Blood Gate responded to you?"

"What on earth are you——"

Before they could finish arguing, several law enforcement officers raised their wands and cast a silencing spell, and the voices of those people stopped abruptly.

The air returned to silence.

"Neville!"

A trembling but powerful voice suddenly rang out, and a tall and imposing old woman quickly crossed the snow and hugged Neville, who had just walked out of the bloody gate, into her arms.

Her eyes were red and she held Neville's face tightly with both hands, as if to confirm whether he was really still alive.

"Are you hurt? Were you hurt by those lunatics?"

"I... didn't, grandma." Neville was caught off guard for a moment, but he quickly hugged her back tightly, his voice filled with rare determination, "I'm fine, I did it."

"Luna!"

On the other side, a strange middle-aged man wearing a woolen scarf also walked up quickly.

His eyes seemed to be searching for something, and finally fell on Luna.

"You won't encounter any postcranial rumination snakes in there, will you? I've heard they attach themselves to the back of the heads of people who have experienced mysterious events," Xenophilius Lovegood said seriously.

"Oh, maybe." Luna responded nonchalantly, then turned her head and thought seriously, "But it doesn't seem to like me very much. It keeps chewing Neville's hair."

Neville: "..."

Amanta pursed her lips helplessly, looking at the father and daughter with a half-smile. Just as she was about to speak, she heard the sound of steady footsteps on the snow not far away.

"Amanta Merlin."

The voice was calm but not angry, and carried a natural authority.

She looked up.

The visitor was a middle-aged witch with a burly figure. She was wearing a neat dark blue Ministry of Magic uniform. The badge on her chest was engraved with a scale hanging from both ends of a wand, which was the symbol of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"I'm Amelia Bones," she introduced herself, her eyes sweeping over Amanda and the young people. "Thank you for your cooperation... but I think we have a lot to discuss."

"It's better to first talk about why I was kicked into that ghost gate by these little devils."

A cold voice interrupted.

Hermione's face changed slightly, and she turned around subconsciously. The person who spoke was Sol Wilton, the Ministry of Magic official who had entered the Bloody Gate with them.

At this moment, he had changed out of the white robes and put on the Ministry of Magic law enforcement uniform again, standing next to Bones.

His eyes were sharp, and it was obvious that he was still brooding over Hermione's "kick" not long ago.

"You have seriously interfered with our operations." He said coldly, his eyes fixed on Hermione.

Hermione opened her mouth as if wanting to explain something.

"She saved you." Amanta suddenly spoke.

Several glances came over.

"If you hadn't gone in, you might have been discovered and used as a scapegoat by those white-robed men for disrupting the ritual. You know how they deal with traitors."

Sol Wilton narrowed his eyes, seemingly unwilling to agree. Just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by Amelia Bones.

"That's enough, Wilton," she said calmly, "the best outcome is that you come back alive."

Not far away, Moody stood on the side of the snow, his figure like a dead tree. His demonic eye swirled around, scanning the faces of several people before finally settling on Julius.

The sight was so precise that it almost seemed to see through the bone marrow.

Julius looked calm, only smiling slightly and greeting him.

"You've been looking at me." He said gently.

"You're hiding something," Moody croaked. "I can smell it. As old as that door."

Julius's smile continued as he pointed at Amanta beside him: "Maybe it's because I was too close to her."

Amanta rolled her eyes at him and turned her head away, but she was thinking about other things.

There was something strange about her body.

It's not discomfort, but an unprecedented feeling of fullness.

She could feel a subtle change in the way magic flowed through her veins. That sense of precision, that natural control over the structure of spells, was something she had never experienced before.

That door, the Blood Door, seemed to have left something behind quietly.

"We will take all these people back to the Ministry of Magic for interrogation." Amelia took a last look at the subdued white-robed crowd with a stern expression, "And you guys—"

"We still have questions." Hermione suddenly spoke, her expression extremely serious. "How does the ritual work? Who is behind it? Who built the Blood Gate? Why doesn't the Ministry of Magic know anything about it?"

Amelia was silent for a moment.

"We're investigating," she replied briefly.

"But you already knew about the Bloody Gate, didn't you?" Harry suddenly asked, his green eyes gleaming faintly in the snow. "You have an insider who knew we were going in."

"I didn't expect you to go in." Thor frowned. "At least I didn't expect so many people to go in. It was originally just a closed test."

“It’s not a savior test.”

Amanta whispered.

She looked at the closed door, and a sense of inappropriate melancholy suddenly rose in a corner of her heart.

"Those are the relics left by Merlin, a guide for future generations."

Everyone turned to look at her.

Julius's gaze quickly darkened.

The snow continued to fall, covering the cemetery and the forgotten ancient door.

The savior may never be just one person.