Hogwarts White Knight

In Hogwarts, there are many movable portraits or murals, and even the two strange-looking lions at the door of the principal's office can chat with people passing by.

Although it still feels novel, Gawain thinks that he has adapted to this strange setting.

until today.

"Those are such gentle eyes..."

He stared blankly at the woman on the tapestry.

She was obviously just a figure on the tapestry, but in Gawain's eyes at this moment, she looked like a graceful lady wearing a long white dress.

Elegant, beautiful, peaceful.

She stood up and waved to Gawain with a smile, as if to indicate to him to move closer.

"You want me to come over?"

Gawain pointed at himself, as if talking to himself. But the woman obviously understood and smiled kindly.

Gawain walked towards him.

“Don’t believe anything you can’t see where the brain is.”

The Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, Quentin Trimble's Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense, clearly mentioned this warning, and Gawain memorized it very carefully.

But that's how he felt.

——She had no intention of harming herself.

This reminded him of Professor Dumbledore's deep and sincere blue pupils. There may have been calculations and struggles there, but there was never any thought of harm.

This is indeed just a subjective feeling, but Gawain firmly believes it. He walked to the tapestry, spread out his right hand and closed it with the woman's palm.

The tapestry actually pulled him backwards. Or, to be more precise, he blends into the tapestry.

After feeling a brief pulling sensation, Gawain found himself entering an unfamiliar passage.

It is made of bricks and stones and is not long, only less than ten meters. There are four torches placed on both sides, which looks brightly lit.

What was a bit strange was that at this end of the passage, at the entrance where he came, there was a pair of tall floor-to-ceiling mirrors. At the other end, there is a brown wooden door.

Gawain pressed the handle.

The door is not locked.

What lay before him was a small room.

The room was probably only as big as Gawain's bedroom. There was a double bed with a lion-like pattern carved on the top of the bed's back. There are many bookshelves around, but most of them are empty now.

In the center of the room is a small square table with two chairs. There are two notebooks and a small painting on the square table.

The notebooks are exactly the same style and should belong to the same owner.

"Lily Evans"

Gawain opened the title page of one of the books, which had this name written on it, followed by a lot of scattered content that looked like an essay.

"In winter, the red seems to get a little darker."

"Is the lake white? There's no way to verify it."

"I heard the evil laugh, but there was no one around. Fortunately, Yellow stopped it."

"..."

Gawain flipped through it roughly and wrote down many interesting fragments.

"I can't bear it anymore. If this is the price, I can only give up. Even if..."

On the last page, the original owner neatly wrote.

But for such a simple content, the handwriting is intermittent and the colors are different shades.

It seemed like she was really struggling and couldn't make up her mind.

The other was a picture album, but Gawain had no clue. The "picture" is just a large mass of randomly intertwined lines. At least in his opinion, there is no pattern at all.

As for the small painting, a boy's smiling face was simply drawn in pencil. She has long hair, is thin, has a long chin, and is wearing a women's robe half a size too big.

"Why does it feel a bit like...Snape? Forget it, how is that possible?" Gawain shook his head, getting rid of this obviously ridiculous idea from his mind.

Although the boy in this painting is a bit sinister, he is very handsome. How could he become like Professor Snape?

A twisted, mean, cold, greasy man.

Putting the two notebooks and the small paintings into his pocket, Gawain looked at the end of the room.

a thing.

door.

To be precise, another wooden door.

It has no handle, instead a copper pull ring, carved into the shape of an eagle.

"Answer question."

"Everything in the world is related to me,

Some people avoid it out of fear.

Touching and playing with will make you lose your mind,

But no attack can hit me.

The child becomes happy when he sees me,

The elders are afraid of me, but the girls can’t take their eyes off me.

When you cry, I cry too, and when you yawn, I fall asleep too.

I smiled proudly even though I was showing my teeth.

Answer me, who am I? "

"You only have one chance."

A neutral and indifferent voice suddenly sounded in Gawain's mind.

"Mirror? No, it's not."

Gawain thought secretly.

From a puzzle point of view, this is not a difficult puzzle because it gives too many obvious clues for reference.

When children see the mirror, they will laugh with joy; when old people see the mirror, they will sigh that their time is running out; when girls see the mirror, they will be deeply intoxicated and adjust their makeup.

shown in the mirror.

Exactly the same as the person looking in the mirror.

but...

No matter who left this strange room, and this door knocker that was even more inexplicable than the room, he should not be such a negligent person.

Gawain already had a vague guess about their identities. Although it was a very crazy and unreliable guess, it was probably correct.

That said, the trap may not be the issue.

And the first two sentences...

"Reflection?"

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Indeed, the answer to the puzzle appears to be a mirror, but the mirror is merely the vehicle for the reflection within it.

"The answer is correct, put on the inheritance sword."

The cold voice sounded, and with a click, a silver base popped out from the door, with a handle on each side.

"What sword?"

Gawain asked Griphook.

This seems to be a stage in a chain, but he seems to have missed the previous link.

"Authentication failed. Reason: Lack of necessary ceremonial certificate. Solution: Wait for verification again after obtaining ceremonial certificate."

The cold voice said, and with a click, the pop-up base on the door retracted again.

The door knocker suddenly turned ninety degrees, and the pulling feeling from before reappeared, and Gawain felt as if he was being squeezed out.

"This is where?"

Gawain did not return to the Gryffindor common room.

It was a large circular room with elegant arched windows hung in blue and bronze silks, and from his angle he could see the starry sky through the windows.

The ceiling is a dome studded with stars, and the floor is covered with a warm dark blue star carpet. There are many loosely placed tables, chairs, bookshelves, and a white marble bust of a woman in an alcove.

At this moment, the door opposite the alcove was suddenly opened.

A girl with brown curly hair walked in with brisk steps and suddenly saw Gawain.

"Gawain?!"

She was stunned on the spot.

ps1: Thanks to Rowling, at least there are no books in the place of the Big Four, which allows me to have space to create.

ps2: The riddle comes from the Mirror Master in The Witcher 3. As for why I chose this section, please allow me to leave the foreshadowing for now. But what is certain is that this is an abandoned case.

ps3: I think Lily's feelings for Snape are very complicated. It's hard to say that there is no element of liking in it, but I think it's more of an impression of Sev.

Lily is undoubtedly extremely talented, otherwise it would be impossible to use the spell to protect Harry, but her strength does not seem to be that strong.