Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Swallowing, Harry had an intuition that something was wrong, but he couldn't help but be curious.

Why are there no classrooms here on the fifth floor?

Why is this floor so empty?

What exactly exists on this floor?

My mind is spinning.

In the end, curiosity finally took over, and although Harry was panicking, he stepped onto the fifth floor corridor calmly.

It's really desolate here.

There were no murals hanging on the walls, no flowers placed along the corridors, and even Peeves, whom he had been guarding against, did not appear.

Quiet.

It was so quiet that even the sound of footsteps was absorbed.

Walking along the road, no gaps can be seen in the yellowed walls. Although there are some hidden rooms in Hogwarts Castle, if an entire floor is like this...

I can't help but have doubts in my heart, here...

Is it empty?

At this moment, the slight sound of the door opening suddenly sounded, scaring Harry half to death.

He rushed towards the wall on the right in panic, looking at the direction of the sound with uneasy eyes.

There is a door there.

Perhaps because the person who opened it forgot to close it when leaving, the half-open door made a strange "squeaking" sound, which was the mournful cry of the door hinge.

The room looked like it hadn't been used in a long time.

Harry thought so, and took a small step closer. When he found that there was no one else around, he finally couldn't help being curious and pushed open the door.

"Squeak-" An unpleasant voice sounded, and Harry wrinkled his nose, unable to resist the temptation, and stuck his little head in.

This was an abandoned classroom, with desks and chairs piled haphazardly against the wall. Harry's eyes scanned the room and finally found something that was incompatible with the room.

A huge mirror.

The golden frame looked very gorgeous. Harry looked behind him and saw that no one was passing by in the corridor. He boldly opened the door, walked in, and closed the door smoothly.

The base of the huge mirror looks like a claw, with a line of words engraved on the top.

"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi, what does this mean?" Harry's face was filled with confusion.

However, he was not at a loss for long because, to his horror, he discovered that there were many people standing behind him in the mirror.

"Ah!" Harry screamed and turned around suddenly, only to find that there was no one behind him.

Swallowing, Harry had the illusion that he had seen a ghost. He glanced around the room in a panic. After confirming again that there was no one else here, he turned his attention back to the mirror.

There were no more than ten people in the mirror, either standing or sitting. The only pity was that most of them could not see their faces clearly.

Standing at the front were two people, a man and a woman. The woman had a beautiful appearance, with dark red curly hair hanging down to her waist. Her green eyes were full of tenderness, staring at him unblinkingly. The woman was smiling, but tears were sliding down her cheeks - she was waving to him.

Harry stared at her closely, slightly lost in thought.

Those eyes...

The woman's right hand was pressed against the mirror, as if she wanted to get closer to him, and her body leaned forward slightly. Harry subconsciously stretched out his hands, and his two hands, separated by the glass, were close at hand, but out of reach.

"Mother?"

The woman cried harder, nodding as she cried, as if she could hear Harry's voice.

Harry gasped and touched his left shoulder with his right hand. In the mirror, the woman's hand was gently resting there. If, if, the person in the mirror really existed!

However, he found nothing.

His body was trembling with excitement, "Why...why..." He kept looking back, but couldn't help but turn his gaze back, which made his body appear unnaturally distorted.

Finally, he gave up looking at the non-existent figure behind him and moved closer to the huge mirror.

The woman kept crying, stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to touch his face through the mirror, and hugged her with one hand.

Harry's eyes subconsciously shifted to see a tall but thin man with short black hair that was messy on his head and a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, covering a pair of brown eyes.

He was looking at himself with loving eyes.

Harry recognized him instantly.

"dad?"

No one knows what Harry went through that afternoon. From that day on, although he went to class on time every day, his mind wandered to unknown places and occasionally showed strange smiles, which made his friends very worried. .

"Harry, are you... really okay?" Hermione asked cautiously, "Should I check "A Thousand Magical Injuries and Cure"? You look very haggard."

Harry smiled at her and said nothing.

What was he supposed to tell Hermione? See your family in the mirror? Especially mom and dad!

Sighing, Harry felt lonely again. Whether it was Hermione or Ron, they were surrounded by family members who loved them, but he...

Why?

Harry blinked.

Wait a minute, there is one person, if it is him, who should be able to understand how he feels, right?

Robert was confused when Mr. Savior pulled him to look in the mirror or something.

There is a large mirror as high as the entire classroom, supported by two black animal claw-like temples, with a golden frame and beautiful patterns all over it.

"Look, Robert." Harry's expression was extremely excited. He stared at the mirror without blinking. Robert, who noticed something was wrong, did not approach the mirror casually like him, but squinted to look at it. .

Harry didn't notice his companion's actions, but said happily, "This is my mother, this is my father."

By the time Robert checked the entire mirror, Harry had already laid his entire body on the mirror.

"..." Robert looked at this guy speechlessly, this is really——

Screen licking of the wizarding world.

"Okay Harry, calm down." He reached out and patted the unlucky child, "I know how you feel. It's the first time you see a living parent greeting you..."

He raised his eyes and looked at the picture in the mirror. As expected, Robert saw Anna and Char.

Mother is unexpectedly a blonde and blue-eyed beauty?

Robert was a little confused. This was not magic. If he remembered correctly, his aunt had brown hair and brown eyes. What kind of goddess was she with blonde hair and blue eyes?

After pinching his chin, Robert remembered the setting of the mirror and began to give himself hints in his mind.

I want to see Scarlett fight.

In every sense of the word!

The kind I really want to see!

Then... the picture in the mirror kept shaking and blurring, and appeared again.

Red hair! Super fierce! Slim waist! Long legs!

Oh oh oh! ! !

It turns out you are such a mirror! ! !

Robert looked at the giant mirror in front of him with a meaningful expression.

Tsk tsk tsk!

You little thing is still very spiritual!