Hogwarts White Knight

Gawain almost doubted whether this was what he had seen with his own eyes. The huge phantom of the blood-colored crown rose and straddled the entire Forbidden Forest. As soon as it appeared, the silver light faded a lot and was peeled off from the snake's body.

But the snake's reaction was not like gratitude at all. Instead, it raised its head high and was about to bite the crown.

But it still didn't bite it off.

It's not that he didn't want to, but something beat him to it.

Lines of red, yellow, and white colors suddenly rose from the ground and turned into iron ropes, tightly clamping on the stone crown.

The huge power even caused some damage to the surface of the stone crown, and even the shadow was flickering, as if it would dissipate in the next second.

"He's going to make it."

said Dumbledore suddenly.

On the night of the full moon, the peak of the moonlight has passed, and the gleaming green poisonous snake is turning into a point of light and slowly disappearing. Although the curse from the unicorn still lingers on it, it can be slowly dispelled through time.

"But what will he do? Come back? Will he still need the stone?"

Gawain asked.

The Forbidden Forest was still dark, and the moon had not changed much, which made him almost doubt whether what just happened really happened.

But he did see it.

"He needs it, more than ever, because he promised Him."

Dumbledore held Gawain's shoulders and said, his voice sounding very tired.

"I thought, since we are all out for the evening, why not have a cup of tea together? And, Gawain, you may take off that cloak while you are with me.

It looks just too big. "

Only now did Gawain suddenly realize that he was still wearing that invisibility cloak. Just now, Dumbledore suddenly appeared beside him.

It's not like he has another Marauder's Map.

"But how did you see it?"

Gawain pulled off the cloak covering his head, tapped the glue on his legs with his wand, and folded the cloak into a small pile.

"You know, this and that. Some things, when you get older, you realize they're not that complicated after all."

Dumbledore said as he strode forward.

He was so fast that Gawain had to jog to keep up with him.

Following Dumbledore, Gawain bypassed a corridor and came to a passage with metal armor.

This path does not lead to the eighth floor.

The two of them walked silently and entered a classroom on the left side of the passage.

Gawain has never been here before and doesn't even know it exists.

It looked abandoned.

——Many tables and chairs were piled haphazardly against the wall. Under the weak light, they showed a large group of dark shadows, and there was also an upside-down wastepaper basket.

On the wall facing him was a strange object.

It was out of place, as if someone had put it here temporarily because there was no place to put it.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, and two tables flew over and were put together.

A large tray containing a teapot and teacups, as well as some scattered snacks, appeared on the table.

"Yes."

Gawain had to agree with Dumbledore's assessment.

This is a very grand mirror, reaching the height of the ceiling. It has a gorgeous golden frame, and at the bottom, there are two claw-shaped feet as supports.

An inscription on the top reads: Erisstra ehruait ubikafruait on vorhes.

"No, what I should be showing is not your face, but your desire."

Gawain was keenly aware that the words on the top of the mirror had another meaning after being reversed and reorganized.

"If you're so curious, why don't you try to take a look at it?"

Dumbledore snapped his fingers and the teapot began to boil itself.

Hearing his words, Gawain moved forward and came to the mirror.

The mirror suddenly began to change, and the originally gray surface began to become clear.

Gawain saw himself, or someone who looked similar to himself.

Because this couldn't be him. The man was obviously an adult and was sitting in a metal man made of colorful metal. It looked quite similar to something like Transformers.

But the contents in the mirror suddenly changed again.

Holding two swords on his back, fighting monsters in the swamp; wearing a robe, calling for flames and meteorites falling from the sky; and even driving a streamlined car to escape crazily in an inexplicably dilapidated city full of science fiction.

Although the contents in the mirror were different and the costumes were different, Gawain could tell that those people were himself.

"No, it should just be people who look alike."

Gawain shook his head violently to comfort himself.

As if sensing his rejection, the contents of the mirror changed again.

——Gawain was wearing a wizard's robe that had been adjusted to look straight. He was sitting behind his desk. Many people knocked on the door, reported things to him, and then left respectfully.

There are wizards and ordinary people among them.

This made him feel a little strange.

Also a little gross.

Because this idea was just one of the futures he imagined for himself, although it was indeed his favorite one.

Gawain turned sideways fiercely, trying to get away from this strange mirror.

But he didn't notice that when he expressed his intention to refuse, Professor Dumbledore was so excited that he almost stood up.

“People waste their time in front of it because they don’t know if what they see in the mirror is real and possible.”

Dumbledore asked Gawain to sit down and let the teacup fly into his hand.

"Gawain, I have to say that not many people at your age can resist its temptation on their own. Some people want fame, some want to see wealth, and some people covet power."

He prepared another cup of tea for himself and held it in his hand.

"Professor, have you seen this mirror too?"

Gawain asked hesitantly, eager to change the subject.

He was not worried about the last part, but the constantly changing scenes in front of him made him feel more anxious.

Gawain could swear that he had never imagined any of them, and their existence was far beyond what Gawain knew.

"heart..."

He suppressed the dangerous thought in his heart.

"Yes, more than 60 years ago, when I was not so old and not so wise. It is indeed a dangerous thing that makes us intoxicated; but sometimes, it can also help us verify what we think in our hearts. think.

Because sometimes, you always want to deceive yourself. "

Dumbledore smiled nostalgically.

Gawain held the tea cup and said nothing; he looked at Gawain with a smile, but also said nothing.

This went on for a long time.

It took so long that the tea was about to get cold.

"I saw myself holding a pair of thick woolen socks. I thought this was the question you wanted to ask. It's getting late, Gawain, you should go back and rest."

Dumbledore said a little abruptly.

Gawain did not refuse. After bidding him farewell, he put on his invisibility cloak and walked towards the Gryffindor lounge.