Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

They had thought that a trial that would go down in history would cause a shock to the entire magical world.

However, no.

All of that, the Bloody Gate, the Round Table illusion, Moremoed's confession and King Arthur's body, including everyone who witnessed the past.

They were all hidden under the thick snow.

Amanta stood in the snow outside the churchyard, silently watching the scene as the Ministry of Magic quickly took control.

The white-robed man was subdued, and Eleanora was taken away. Ministry of Magic personnel and the Law Enforcement Department were busy erasing traces, collecting evidence, and suppressing the news.

And they are just witnesses.

Moody strode over, his magical eye darting through the air as he scanned the surroundings and tossed them pieces of parchment printed with the Ministry's emblem.

"Signed," he said. "Confidentiality agreement. From this moment on, any statement regarding the Blood Gate is a threat to the safety of the wizarding world and must not be disclosed to anyone. Do you understand, you little troublemakers?"

Harry frowned and tried to argue.

"But we have a right to know—"

"Your rights," Moody glared at him, "are to return alive and stay out of trouble."

Amanta stared at the parchment.

It glowed with a faint golden light, as if as soon as she signed her name, everything she had seen and knew would be erased from the world.

She signed without saying anything.

So does everyone else.

*

The Knights' Bus was still noisy and frantic as it carried them back to Hogwarts along the rough winter roads.

Stan Shunpike greeted them warmly: "Hey, here are you little heroes again! Where have you been on your adventures?"

Moody snorted coldly: "Shut up and drive your car."

Stan immediately shrank his neck and said no more.

Everything returned to its familiar daily state, as if nothing had happened.

Outside the car window, snowflakes fell in the morning mist, like light curtains blocking out the hustle and bustle of the world.

No one spoke in the car.

Harry bit his lower lip, adjusting his shirt from time to time. Hermione still clutched her wand tightly. Neville leaned back in his seat, staring out the window at the snow in a daze. Luna sat in the back of the car, looking down at a specimen of a glowing magical creature, her expression dazed.

Amanta sat by the window.

Julius came over and sat beside her.

He always appeared beside her so naturally, as if he knew which row she would sit in.

His black hair was outlined by the morning light outside the window, the lines of his profile were quiet and almost fragile, but his black eyes concealed some indescribable thoughts.

"Do you still remember Moremod's question?" Amanta suddenly asked in a low voice.

He turned his head to look at her, a barely perceptible smile playing at the corner of his lips: "You mean... if you had great power, how would you choose to rewrite this world?"

"Yes." She answered softly, "I've been wondering, if you didn't answer then...what would you have chosen?"

Julius lowered his eyes and tapped his knees with his fingertips.

That was his habit when he was thinking.

“I won’t rewrite it,” he said.

“I can create.”

He paused, his voice low and clear: "I will personally create the world I want. Not through trials, nor by repeating other people's history. I don't want to rely on any gift from any existence. What I want is..."

He turned his head and looked into her eyes: "I wrote everything myself."

Amanta was stunned.

She suddenly understood why he always looked at the world from a strange perspective, why he disdained to participate in ordinary power struggles, and was not keen on labels of good and evil.

He never wanted to seek anyone's approval, he just wanted to create his own order.

"Do you think I'm dreaming?" he asked, the words falling softly.

She shook her head.

"Do you think you and I are the same kind of people?" he asked.

She did not answer.

Just turn your gaze back to the window.

Dawn breaks.

The Knight Bus stopped in the small square in front of the Hogwarts Great Hall, and with a creak, the door opened.

When they got off the car, the morning sun had just lifted the night veil of the distant mountains, and a golden light slanted onto the spire of the castle.

Amanta squinted her eyes and put her hand up to block out the bright light.

"It's so sunny," she whispered.

This is a very rare weather in the British winter.

She was still sighing when she caught a glimpse of a flash of platinum at the end of the corridor not far away.

She looked back suddenly.

But saw nothing.

It was as if the platinum color was just an illusion, disappearing silently in the morning mist before dawn.

She seemed to be thinking about something, but ultimately did not catch up.

A group of people entered the auditorium one after another.

Warm light streamed in from the auditorium windows, mixing with the aroma of freshly baked pumpkin pie and the pine scent of the fire, dispelling the remaining chill of dawn.

"You are finally back!"

It was Colin Creevey, rising from the long table with a look of complete gossip.

"We almost thought you were captured in Godric's Hollow and thrown into the vampire's tomb, never to return!"

"How long were you gone? Two full days, right?"

"What on earth did you encounter?"

"Oh my god, you all look so complicated—what happened? It must have been an exciting adventure, right?"

As Creevey continued his series of questions, Amanta subconsciously pulled her school robe, straightened her hair, and showed a perfect social fake smile.

"I'm just accompanying Harry back to his old home to take a look," she said calmly. "Harry left there when he was one year old and never went back."

"Really?" Creevey's eager eyes drifted towards Harry.

Harry was trying to cover up the slight awkwardness on his face with toast: "Yeah, I miss it quite a bit. I also brought back a photo of me and my parents."

"Creevy," Luna said softly as she sat in the corner, biting into a raspberry muffin. "There's a strange aura about you. I can feel something looking at us from behind you."

Everyone: "..."

"That sounds exciting," said a freckled boy next to Creevey.

Amanda smiled but said nothing. She sat back down at the Slytherin table.

*

The holidays weren't over yet, and Hogwarts had a rare moment of peace during the Triwizard Tournament. The Christmas decorations hadn't been taken down yet, with the Great Hall still adorned with interwoven gold and green vines and floating fairy lights, and snowflakes drifted outside the windows.

Students gathered in groups of three or five to play cards and exchange Christmas gifts around the fire, or to have snowball fights and build snowmen in the snow.

But Amanta didn't let up so easily.

The words Julius said in the car that day kept lingering in her mind.

"I will do it myself and create the world I want. Amanta, perhaps you and I are on the same page."

The way he looked at her was cold and calm, yet it seemed as if a silent obsession was burning in him.

*

One night, she walked alone to the corridor outside the library and looked up at the night sky.

The cold stars are sparse, and the blue moon hangs above the tower.

She lowered her head and stroked the book in her hand, which was the latest book she had borrowed from the library, "The Legendary Relics of Merlin".

The cover is already mottled, but you can still vaguely see mysterious and strange images.

"The second round of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin."

Hermione appeared beside her at some point and said this in a calm tone.

Amanta looked at her.

"Do you think the Ministry of Magic is really just holding a competition, and not having any hidden agenda?"

Hermione squinted at the night sky.

“There are so many things they avoid talking about.”

"But why me?" Amanta whispered.

"Because you are not an ordinary person." Hermione paused, "You know it yourself."

Not far away, the tower bell of Hogwarts rang, and the night fell like water.

She stared quietly at the suffocating night.

This honor also comes with danger, and glory is always accompanied by the devil's claws.

I hope that what follows will be transformation and rebirth.