Snakes at Hogwarts

The savior walking in the castle shrouded in darkness looked around in confusion. He seemed to be unsure of where he was.

Yes, under the secret manipulation of "fate", Harry got lost as expected.

I don’t know what’s going on with the stairs in the castle. They were snoring and driving the savior around the castle like crazy.

Well now, Harry was completely disoriented.

He could only tell that he was transported to the fifth floor by those windy stairs, but he had no idea where he was.

Looking at the fork in the road not far away, the savior once again fell into a tangle.

left?

right?

Or the left?

Under the invisibility cloak, Harry scratched his head in distress, so violently that one couldn't help but worry about the extent of the savior's scalp damage.

No matter, just pick one and forget it!

With the help of the "subconscious mind" in his heart, the savior put away his thoughts, and then continued to move forward along the left path without looking back.

This finally led him to a secret room, which seemed to be an empty classroom, but it looked like it had been abandoned for a long time. Many tables and chairs were stacked against the wall, showing large groups of dark shadows.

And in the center of the room, in front of the wall facing the door, a magnificent bronze mirror almost as high as the ceiling stood there quietly. In the dark room, the gorgeous golden frame shone brightly. .

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In this way, Harry encountered this magical mirror just like in the original work.

It seems to have a mysterious power that can easily see through people's hearts.

Anyway, the very young savior only feels extremely happy when he spends time with the magic mirror.

Once he left the magic mirror, it was like a fish out of water. He just felt that anything else he did would be so boring.

During this period of time, Harry had only one thought in his mind, I want to go to the magic mirror!

On Christmas night, he saw his parents clearly for the first time in his life.

Although it was just a reflection in the mirror, it was as illusory as a fleeting bubble.

But in Harry's heart, the feeling was so real and strong.

It's as if the figure in the mirror will come out of it one day.

Not only could he clearly see the appearance of his parents, seeing them waving to him with smiles on their faces, he could even see several relatives he had never known before. One of them, an old man with wrinkles on his face, seemed to be him. Grandpa?

Their faces were filled with smiles that had never been seen in the Dursleys, and they looked at themselves eagerly.

For Porter, who had never felt any family affection since he was a child, this was the first time he felt the existence of family affection.

Ironically, he got this feeling through a mirror that constantly played back illusive images.

But the Savior still fell deeply into it.

Just like a person who has fallen into a deep sleep and does not want to wake up from a sweet dream no matter what.

Some people just like to live in illusory dreams.

In the days that followed, Harry became completely obsessed with this magical mirror.

For the first time, he even completely ignored the dissuasion of his good friend Ron.

Every night, Harry would put on his invisibility cloak and sneak out, following the route in his memory to look for this abandoned classroom and this magical mirror.

Then stick it tightly to the mirror glass, as if you can feel the warmth brought by family affection.

He became more and more familiar with the road, and the time he stayed by the magic mirror became longer and longer, and the expression on his face became more and more haggard day by day.

And when Harry stepped into this classroom for the third time and ran towards the mirror without looking back, an unexpected voice sounded behind him.

"So, there you are again, Harry."

Hearing this familiar voice, Harry turned around hastily. His face looked a little panicked, as if his little secret was suddenly revealed to the public, or he behaved exactly like he did when someone discovered he had done something bad.

Not far away, an old man with silver hair and a white beard was sitting casually on an old table. A pair of blue eyes looked at Harry with interest through half-moon glasses.

That is of course our principal. He is wearing a plaid nightgown that looks very much like a women's style, with a kind smile on his face.

Anyone who looks at him at first glance will just think that this is a very good old man.

"I'm very sorry, I didn't see you, sir." Harry hesitated as if he had learned from Professor Quirrell.

"Really, this is strange. I never knew that the invisibility cloak could affect people's vision." Looking at the nervous Harry, Dumbledore had a smile on his face.

He seemed to have a power that could easily calm people down.

He slid off the table, tapped Harry on the shoulder, and then led him to stand in front of the mirror again.

"So, you still discovered this magical mirror. Don't be so surprised. You are naturally not the first to discover this place. Before you, hundreds of people personally discovered the fun of the Mirror of Erised, including I."

Having said this, a fleeting sadness flashed across Dumbledore's eyes hidden behind his half-moon glasses, but it only took him half a second to readjust his emotions.

Harry obviously didn't notice Dumbledore's sudden change of mood.

"I~I don't know its name."

"Really? Then you must not have carefully observed the inscription carved on the top of the mirror."

Following the direction of Dumbledore's finger, Harry saw a line of small words.

"erisedstraehruoytubecafruoytonwohsi? What does this mean?" He stuttered out, then looked at the principal next to him in confusion.

"One day you will understand what this means."

Dumbledore didn't seem to want to tell Potter the answer to this question directly.

"Anyway, even if you didn't see this, you still discovered the use of the Mirror of Erised like thousands of people before you, didn't you?"

"Ah~ yes~ yes, it allows me to see~ my family."

"Of course, of course it can. Not only that, it can also show your friend Ron that he has become the student union president."

"How do you know?"

"I'll tell you a little secret. Sometimes I can't help but come here at night." Dumbledore's tone was vaguely nostalgic.

"But why have I never seen you?"

"I don't have to use the invisibility cloak to be invisible, Harry." Dumbledore patted Harry on the head. He always felt that he was being underestimated.

"Okay, let's not talk about this. Let's go back to the topic just now. Why don't you think carefully about what the Mirror of Erised made us all see?"

Harry shook his head slightly. He didn't understand what the headmaster meant.

"Let me explain again. The happiest person in the world can use the Mirror of Erised as an ordinary mirror. In other words, what he sees in the mirror is his own appearance. Do you understand something?"

"Mirrors make us see what we want... whatever we want?" Harry replied hesitantly.

"Absolutely. If you think about it again, you will find that Erised is desire in reverse. It allows us to see only the most urgent and strongest desire deep in our hearts."

"eager?"

"Yes, you've never seen your family, so you see them standing around you. Ron Weasley has always been dwarfed by his brothers, so he sees himself standing alone, it's them The best in the middle.”

"This magic mirror will reveal what your heart desires most."

"It's just that these things are meaningless." Dumbledore changed the subject.

"They are just illusory images in the mirror. They can neither teach us knowledge nor tell us the truth. People's obsession with it will only evolve into sitting in front of the mirror and wasting time, or even being driven to madness. Crazy because they don’t know if what they see in the mirror is real and possible.”

Dumbledore looked at Harry again, his eyes were more serious than ever.

"You have to understand that no matter how tempting the things presented here are, they are just a pool of bubbles that can burst at the touch of a finger. I don't want you to be addicted here for a long time. For this reason, I'm afraid I need to move the mirror to a new place. ”

"But...but." Harry raised his head reluctantly.

"This is non-negotiable, Harry. I hope you understand that it does no good to indulge in false dreams and forget about real life."

"Okay~ okay."

"If one day, you happen to find this mirror again, you might as well think about what I said today." Dumbledore's words seemed to mean something else.

"I feel like you still have some doubts?"

"Can I ask you another question?"

"Of course." Dumbledore winked playfully.

"What did you find when you looked in the mirror?" Harry asked boldly.

Hearing this question, Dumbledore turned his head again. He stared at the mirror in front of him seriously and kept mumbling in his mouth.

"Me? I saw a bunch of women's wizard hats that looked exactly like the ones I pulled out of a big pile of firecrackers at Christmas dinner."

"A lot of bonnets covered with flowers? But why?" There was undisguised surprise on Harry's face.

He never expected that he would get such an answer.

"Yeah, everyone has some little-known secrets, right?"

"By the way, I noticed that you seem to have an extraordinary interest in the restricted corridor on the fourth floor?" Calmly retracting his gaze, Dumbledore seemed to mention it casually.

"You, you even know this!"

"Of course, I really didn't expect that when I said it so seriously, there would be curious little wizards who couldn't help but want to find out."

"Yes, I'm sorry, sir, I'm just, I'm just curious about what's in there?" Harry avoided Dumbledore's eyes in a panic.

He knew that this was something Dumbledore had forbidden at the opening party.

Shouldn't he be fired?

"I can't answer your questions this time, Harry." Dumbledore blinked.

"Because that's a little secret between me and Nico Flamel. Maybe you can figure it out for yourself."

? ? ?

Nick Flamel?

Before Harry could continue to think about this strange name, Dumbledore had already issued an order to expel him.

"Okay, it's getting late, I think you should go back to bed."

"Don't forget to wear that wonderful invisibility cloak, if you don't want to happen to be caught by the professor on night watch."

"Okay, okay sir."

Harry put on the invisibility cloak again, and his body gradually disappeared into the air. He took one last look at the magic mirror in the center of the room with some reluctance. Harry then left the classroom without looking back.

Dumbledore was right, he shouldn't indulge in these false portraits.

...

With the departure of the savior, deathly silence returned to the classroom again.

"Alas~"

Dumbledore sighed softly, turned around slowly, and walked tremblingly towards the mirror in the center.

This made him look as old as a 110-year-old man.

Dumbledore sat slumped in front of the mirror. He gently took off the half-moon eyes on the bridge of his nose and threw them aside casually. A pair of azure eyes stared directly at the cloudy glass mirror.

"He's gone, why haven't you lifted that ridiculous enchantment yet, Severus?" he muttered softly, not loud enough but loud enough for someone to hear clearly.

"snort!"

With a cold snort, Snape walked out of the shadows in the room with a sullen face, looking like he had been here for a long time.

And he naturally heard the conversations between Harry and Dumbledore very clearly.

"A lot of bonnets filled with flowers? Dumbledore, you are so hypocritical."

Even though Dumbledore looked so tired, Snape still sprayed his venom mercilessly.

"Aren't you hypocritical? Each of us has a little secret that we don't want to share easily with others." Dumbledore replied without looking back, his voice full of exhaustion.

"Hmph! At least I didn't tell him this hypocritically."

"Maybe, why don't you come and take a look together? This is the last chance. After tonight, I will put the magic mirror there."

"Do you think I'll be as addicted to these false bubbles as you are?"

While talking, Snape walked towards Dumbledore and sat down with a gloomy face.

"Want me to guess what you saw?" Dumbledore asked with interest.

He didn't seem to be affected by the magic mirror.

Or, it didn’t show.

"Do you want me to tell you?" Snape raised a vicious smile on his lips.

"I saw you killed by my own hands just because of your great plan. How about that? Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"Hehehehe~"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, but he did not continue to say anything. The two of them just stared at the magic mirror in front of them attentively.

For a while, the classroom fell into the same silence as before.

The night is long.

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