A sharp Hogwarts

Harry and Ron wanted to wear the Invisibility Cloak at night and look for the magical mirror.

However, Dalia pointed out the problem - why not go and see it openly during the day?

The armor at Hogwarts was movable, something Dalia had known for a long time: using armor as a coordinate was undoubtedly stupid.

There are usually no tall armors around the library. Fortunately, Harry roughly remembered the route last night. Under Harry's guidance, Dalia and the three of them spent more than half an hour to finally find the abandoned classroom. As soon as Leah opened the door, she saw the huge mirror standing on the wall of the room.

"Stinky Tofu, remember this place...it is temporarily named the 'Mirror of Erised' classroom."

Dalia patted the air next to her, and Xiao Yeqi turned her head and rubbed her arm, making a purring sound.

Thestrals have a strong sense of direction, but you have to load the map for them first, otherwise they still won't understand where the wizard wants to go.

"Mirror of Erised?"

Harry turned his head to look at Daria curiously.

Regarding his cousin's foresight, he was no longer particularly surprised.

In fact, Harry even suspected that his cousin had inherited some of his mother's memories.

"No, isn't it written on the mirror?"

Dalia said casually, pointing to the Mirror of Erised in the room.

The huge and gorgeous mirror reaches the ceiling. Under the golden engraved frame, feet like dragon claws are firmly supported.

"Look, there are a lot of strange words written here."

Ron couldn't wait to walk over and came under the mirror.

Ron raised his head, looked at the text on the top of the mirror, and read it in a low voice curiously.

“Eristra ehluait ubika fruait onvoges…”

(erised

stra

ehru

oyt

ube

cafru

oyt

on

wohsi)

"Is this some ancient curse? Or something that inspired the mirror—"

Ron asked enthusiastically, looking around the mirror excitedly and somewhat warily as he spoke.

"I heard from my father that some ancient magic and alchemy items require long spells and gestures to—"

"No, this is just a magic mirror. The instructions above are the instructions for use."

Dalia shook her head, walked to Ron's side, and explained slowly.

"The world in a mirror is a reverse world, so if you're going to read something in a mirror, you should be looking in the opposite direction."

"so……"

Dalia raised her head and looked at the words, broke off the sentences again, and read them from right to left.

"What I reflect is not your face, but your inner desires."

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do what

but

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heart

desire)

"The Mirror of Erised will allow people to see their deepest, most intense desires, do you understand?"

Dalia glanced at Harry and Ron who seemed to understand, took a deep breath, walked closer to the mirror, and carefully looked into the mirror.

What was reflected in the mirror was not Dalia, but a short-legged, baby-faced, weak-looking Chinese girl - that was her "past life", sitting in her small study in front of the computer. While working hard on coding and adjusting watches, I secretly browsed various beautiful figures and clothes online.

Dalia's heart seemed to be squeezed hard, and Dumbledore's question from last night came to her ears again.

"What should I call you? A mysterious witch from the magical world of the East."

"I--"

She involuntarily raised her hand and gently touched herself who was close at hand.

The cold mirror instantly woke her up. The Mirror of Erised could not change reality.

It only presents people's desires. For Dalia, Hogwarts is reality now.

"Magical world, magical dishes... If I were there, maybe this would be the place shown, right?"

Dalia murmured softly, and the image in the mirror began to twist and change rapidly.

The "self" in the mirror is still there, but the background has changed to this abandoned classroom in Hogwarts Castle.

The loose Pikachu pajamas turned into Gryffindor wizard robes. She looked at her in the mirror with a slight smile, playing with a wand in her hand.

Dalia laughed, yes, the world she traveled through seemed more delicious than the original.

Gradually, the image in the mirror began to blur, and the background turned into gray mist.

The "self" in the mirror waved his magic wand, and a line of magic text appeared.

"Dalia Dursley, came from Eastern China——"

"—Go to Hogwarts to learn...cooking."

Dalia smiled and said softly, "I may have to go back to China for tutoring in the future."

The self in the mirror completely disappeared, replaced by a cute girl with blond hair and blue eyes.

Dalia waved briskly towards herself in the mirror, and the mirror seemed to turn into an ordinary mirror.

"Happy Winter Solstice, Dalia—"

"What on earth did your cousin see?" Ron asked softly.

"It won't be unknown anyway."

"I said, how about...you go and ask...wouldn't a prophet plus a magic mirror be very powerful?"

"You two! If you want to whisper, you'd better stay away!"

Dahlia turned around sharply and rolled her eyes at Harry and Ron angrily.

She stepped aside and motioned for Ron and Harry to step forward.

As soon as Ron stood in front of the mirror, Dalia could no longer see herself in the mirror.

"Wow--"

Ron stared at himself in the mirror dumbfounded.

Isn't this... awesome? !

…………

The next morning, the snow hadn't melted yet.

"Did you stay up late?" Dalia glanced at Harry and asked knowingly.

"Slept a little late—"

"Did you go on a night out with Ron last night?"

"How do you... of course you know..."

"This is not a prophecy, Harry. I can tell by the dark circles under your eyes. Don't go there tonight."

Dalia looked at him seriously and said, "How about we go to the forest farm hut to see Hagrid?"

"No-"

"Oh man, I think you should listen to your cousin."

Ron yawned and spread jam on his slice of bread.

"Honestly, I have a bad feeling - besides, you know now that those are fake."

"That mirror can't teach us anything, and it can't tell us the truth. We spend too much time in it..."

"Ron, you sound a bit like Professor Dumbledore - that's a compliment."

Dalia glanced at Ron in surprise and raised her eyebrows.

Speaking of which, Ron is sometimes really good at being sober in the world.

But Harry obviously didn't listen to Dalia's words. He only had one thought now, which was to go back to the mirror.

Ron couldn't stop him, and Dalia wasn't going to bother trying to stop him...

Dumbledore will show up then anyway.

…………

Just like the original plot.

On the third night, Harry met Dumbledore in front of the mirror.

The Mirror of Erised will be moved to another place, which makes Harry particularly disappointed.

However, Dumbledore managed to convince Harry not to look for the mirror and shared what he saw in the mirror.

So for the rest of the Christmas holiday, Harry's Invisibility Cloak was folded and placed at the bottom of the box.

Harry wished he could easily forget what he saw in the magic mirror, but he couldn't.

Whenever he saw Dalia, his mother's smile would appear unconsciously, and at the same time he began to have nightmares:

He kept dreaming that his parents disappeared in a dazzling green light, and occasionally Dalia suddenly disappeared.

"Don't worry, I won't disappear, but next time it's your birthday I can dye my hair red for a day."

When Harry told Dalia about these dreams, Dalia comforted him casually.

Compared to the world in the original book, Harry in this world is undoubtedly much luckier and happier.

Sirius Black later took the time to visit the school several times, and he told Harry many stories about James and Lily.

And Harry gradually began to accept the godfather - but it was difficult for Dahlia to say that she liked Black.

Because Sirius gave her a strange nickname: "Little Evans".

…………

The last night before school starts.

Snape finally received that late Christmas gift.

It was a letter from an owl, with no sender, and inside was a thick stack of potions test papers.

The signature of the test paper was written in Juanxiu's handwriting: Lily Evans.

"Lily..."

Snape stroked the yellowed paper and murmured softly with a complicated expression.

His eyes fell on the messy test papers on his desk and the anonymous greeting card with "Half-Blood Prince" written on it.

At the top of the test papers, several homework assignments and greeting cards from a certain junior student were placed side by side.

The only thing that Snape couldn't figure out was why the child knew the name Half-Blood Prince?

unless……

…………

at the same time.

Office of the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore looked at the unwrapped gift box on the desk with a wry smile.

It was a thick pile of wool socks, more wool socks than he had in all.

"How terrible, prophet..."

The gift box arrived on Christmas Day, before Harry discovered the Mirror of Erised.

The old man took out those warm socks from the box and looked at the snowflakes outside the window in a daze.

but……

Thinking about it carefully, this seems like...

He was also the cutest prophet he had ever met.

－－－－－－off topic－－－－－

Recommend a book from a friend.

Title: "I really don't want to be on the hot search with big stars"

Introduction: There is a celebrity living next door to my house, who is also my blind date...

But she seems to be a little bit wrong recently, either lying on the balcony and loving me, or sending me harassing text messages in the middle of the night.

"Brother, tonight the breeze is bright and the moon is bright. The atmosphere is just right and the interest is high. Why don't you set off now and go to Ninth Street to have a barbecue!"

Damn, who can resist this!

(Single heroine, everyday, easy and funny, welcome to try it...)