Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Chapter 380 Snowy Night Rush and the Son of Prophecy

"Did your grandmother really sign it? I thought you were just talking casually." Two days later, Harry stared in disbelief as Neville shook the parchment and smiled smugly.

Neville said confidently: "She said that it was rare for me to have some ideas, so she agreed. She just asked me not to buy strange plants."

Hermione also pulled out a signed permission slip from her bag: "My parents didn't understand, but I explained that it was an academic visit and they were very supportive."

Luna waved a parchment scroll covered with strange cursive characters, "My father also signed it. He also said that if you see the legendary Valley of Bone Dragons, remember to bring back a piece of bone."

"...What is that place?" Amanta frowned slightly, wondering if this journey was going to turn into a strange adventure.

Harry beside her had already jumped up excitedly, "Great! Now that you all have permission, we can go openly!"

He turned and smiled at her, "What about the two of us? Let's put on the invisibility cloak and go secretly together."

"Are you crazy?" Amanta glanced at him unhappily, but she didn't refuse after all. "...Remember to bring enough gold galleons."

Harry made an "OK" gesture on the spot, looking as if his evil plan had succeeded.

Amanta lowered her head to check the notebook and the remaining pages of white magic records in the Sage's Ring, her brows still furrowed.

Hermione saw her hesitation and gently pulled her arm, "We're not really just doing this for fun... You've been too tired lately, you really should go out for a walk."

She looked into Hermione's sincere eyes, and somewhere in her heart her defenses loosened slightly. After a moment's silence, she nodded.

*

Under the cover of night, the five of them met on time in a secluded corner of Hogsmeade Village. The howling north wind swept across the streets, rolling up the mottled shadows under the street lamps.

"Are you ready?" Neville asked nervously, wrapping his scarf tightly around his neck.

"Just stretch out your hand. Remember, it's your right hand," Hermione reminded.

"Hope I don't hit the lamppost," Harry muttered.

They all stretched out their right hands.

"boom!"

The next second, a huge three-decker bus suddenly appeared, almost knocking over the trash cans on the roadside. The bus was bright purple like a flame jumping in the night, and the golden title "Knight Bus" was shining in the lights.

The car door opened with a clang, and a face with acne and big ears poked out: "Welcome aboard - magicians who are on an urgent trip, please get on board! Tonight's destination is... Godric's Hollow?"

"Yes, that's it." Harry excitedly pulled Amanta into the car and took off the invisibility cloak he was wearing.

As Amanta walked into the car, she glanced at the driver. The man was older, with glasses whose lenses were as thick as two pieces of crystal. He was adjusting the steering wheel with a smile.

"My name is Ern, and I'm your driver tonight." He shook his hat.

Stan Shunpike waved the parchment ticket in the car: "Five passengers - eleven silver Sickles each, plus one additional Sickle for insurance!"

"What additional insurance?" Neville was shocked.

"If you guys get knocked out or throw up in the car, I'll clean it up for you." Stan grinned, his acne marks shining.

The door clicked shut. The next second, with a loud bang, the Knight Bus rushed out.

"Ahhhh!" Neville almost rolled off the bed and was caught by Luna.

The candles flickered and the car body shook up and down like a running monster. Amanta held the bedpost of the copper bed with one hand and glanced at the night scene outside the window that was rapidly receding.

"...Do they have a driver's license?" she murmured.

Hermione tried hard to open her notes, trying to find a few lines of research to calm her mind, but she bumped into Harry's shoulder during the violent shaking.

"Hey, be careful!" Harry smiled and moved down, put a pillow under her, and looked back at Amanta's expression.

She looked out the window with a gloomy face and remained silent.

"Are you... still angry with Draco?" he asked tentatively.

"No." She said calmly, "I'm just too lazy to waste time."

Harry looked at her with complicated eyes. Just as he was about to say something, Luna suddenly picked up a newspaper and said, "The 967th issue of Naughty Mouse has been updated. 'The blond nobleman was rejected, and his love affair broke down on a snowy night by the Black Lake' - um, Amanta, this is about you, right?"

Hermione: "...They really won't let you go."

"Burn that thing." Amanta said lightly, but her tone sounded like a curse.

"They also drew an illustration that looks exactly like...Draco kneeling in the snow wearing a blue cloak?" Neville leaned over to take a look, his expression inexplicably complicated.

"...I'm going to sue them for defamation." Amanta gritted her teeth.

"You have to admit that this painting is quite romantic." Harry said with a smile, but was choked by her cold glance the next second.

Just as the atmosphere was getting awkward, Neville suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "By the way, Harry! Do you want to stop by your parents' former residence? I heard from my grandma that the place has been circled off and a monument has been erected there."

"Really?" Harry's eyes lit up. "You mean my house?"

"Of course, Godric's Hollow is also my family's ancestral home. We once raised a flying goat nearby."

"what?!"

Luna nodded seriously: "That kind of goat is very rare, and its hair can cure depression."

Hermione looked at Amanta and whispered, "Just come with us and relax at the same time."

Amanta finally sighed and leaned against the bedpost, "…Just don't be too noisy."

The Knight Bus roared forward in the night, shaking, leaping, and bumping violently like an impatient monster.

"Ugh!" Harry grabbed the bed frame tightly, his hair stood up as if it had been electrocuted, and his glasses hung crookedly on his nose.

"Should I - regret not giving you an anesthetic spell?" Amanta glanced at him coldly, holding up the overturned bookcase with her other hand, her eyes filled with undisguised doubt about life.

"This broken car... is simply the biggest destabilizing factor in the wizarding world!" Hermione's voice was shaken to the point of being breathless.

"It's a bit like playing flying games when I was a kid." Luna sat on the edge of the bed with a calm expression, as if every violent leap was just an illusion, and she was still holding her new issue of "Naughty Mouse" in her hand.

Neville kept his eyes closed throughout the whole process, muttering to himself: "I still have my grandma... my grandma... so I can't die on the road..."

"One hundred more miles! Destination: Godric's Hollow!" Stan shouted, his pimples trembling with his voice. He was as excited as a child riding a broom for the first time.

Finally, the car body jumped suddenly——

"boom!"

The world around me stopped for a moment.

The Knight Bus braked violently in an empty space. Outside the window was a white blanket of snow, and the cold air seeped in through the cracks.

"Welcome to Godric's Hollow." Ern's voice came through the cold air, with a numb warmth.

Everyone got out of the car and stepped into the thick snow.

The sky was dim, and the snow was still falling slowly. This place seemed like a corner forgotten by time, the streets were dilapidated but quiet, the street lights were dim, and a few windows of houses were shining faintly, but there was no human presence from afar. The wind blew the snow, and the distant mountains were blurred.

Amanta stood still, her eyes sweeping across the pale world before her.

This place was different from anywhere she could remember—old, quiet, but with an underlying sense of desolation.

"Is it here?" Harry took a deep breath and looked at her.

She nodded and whispered, "Let's go."

They walked slowly through the quiet town, chatting quietly as they walked. As they walked, Luna read a passage from Naughty Mouse:

"'Master Malfoy seemed to have danced only three dances at the Christmas ball, and disappeared mysteriously before the fourth dance...'"

Harry got a headache when he heard it. "Can you please stop reading? I'd rather listen to the Knight Bus brakes."

"When Amanta was dancing the fifth dance that day, it seemed like someone was staring at her." Luna said leisurely, "Guess who it was?"

"...Shut up." Amanta said lightly.

Hermione chuckled.

"But seriously," Neville suddenly interrupted, "this place is a little too quiet. Harry - have you really never thought of... coming and taking a look?"

Harry was silent for a while, then whispered, "I've only been here in my dreams before."

They turned into an alley and crossed a small square—the ground was covered with snow, and the statue in the center was half-covered by the snow. After walking a dozen steps, several people stopped at the same time.

A dilapidated house stood alone at the end of the road, with a corner of the courtyard wall collapsed, the wooden door closed, and frost on the lintel.

That was the old house of the Potters.

However, on the snow a few meters away from the door, there was a little girl in a red cloak squatting on the ground, writing something with a dead branch.

The movement is extremely slow, but it cannot be ignored.

"What is she writing?" Hermione frowned and pulled Amanta's sleeve.

A few people took a few steps closer, and the words in the snow gradually became clearer.

"He is the child of prophecy, born at the end of July."

"There is a man who wants to fight against the master."

"When darkness returns, the gate of blood will open."

"Two people who cannot coexist will eventually perish."

Every word was like a cold blade piercing into the bone marrow. Those crooked words stretched into strange shapes on the snow.

Harry's expression changed instantly and he rushed forward and squatted down.

"What are you writing? Are you making these up? Where did you hear them?"

The little girl was startled and looked up at him.

She has a pair of ice-blue eyes, like a frozen lake on a winter night, without any warmth at all.

Then, she dropped the branch, turned around and ran away quickly. Her red cloak left a trail in the wind and snow, and soon disappeared into the white distance.

"What's going on..." Hermione muttered.

Amanta stared at the poem on the ground, her fingers unconsciously clenched around the Sage's Ring.

"These words are about the prophecy."

Harry covered the scar on his forehead and whispered, "This doesn't seem like something an ordinary little girl would come up with. She must have seen it somewhere."