A little badger from Hogwarts

Harry was unaware that Snape and Filch had been blocked by Hart.

In a hurry to escape from the library, he ran around wearing the invisibility cloak he had just obtained, not paying attention to where he was going. Of course, it might also be because it was too dark and he couldn't tell where he was. Until finally, he stopped in front of a piece of armor.

"Da da da!"

Harry heard footsteps coming from the corridor and felt the color drain from his face.

It was so dark in the corridor that he couldn't see clearly at all. When he heard footsteps, he subconsciously thought it was Filch chasing after him.

"What to do? What to do? What to do now?"

Harry stayed where he was as if there were roots in the soles of his feet. The darkness intensified the fear in his heart, making him not know what to do.

More importantly, this corridor is very narrow. If Filch gets closer, he can touch him with a wave of his hand - the invisibility cloak does not make his physical body disappear.

Harry took two deep breaths, his hands and feet were no longer so stiff, and he stepped back step by step, trying not to make any noise.

There is a door on the left that is open a crack.

This was his only hope. He squeezed in sideways, being careful not to touch the door.

Thank God he finally made it into the room.

Harry leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath and listening to their footsteps recede.

"It was so thrilling just now, so thrilling."

It was a few seconds before he began to pay attention to the scene in the room where he had taken refuge.

It looked like an abandoned classroom. Many tables and chairs were piled up against the wall, showing a large dark shadow, and there was also an upside-down wastebasket - but on the wall facing him, there was something that seemed Things that don't belong here seem to have been put here temporarily because there was no place to put them.

It was a very majestic mirror, reaching as high as the ceiling, with a gorgeous golden frame, supported by two claw-shaped feet underneath. A line of words is engraved on the top: Eristrae Heluait Ubika Fruait on Voges

Somehow, Harry's nervous mood suddenly relaxed. He unconsciously approached the mirror to take a look at his own image, but when he got closer, he found that the mirror was empty.

He took a few steps closer, stood in front of the mirror, and got even closer.

At this moment, he had to cover his mouth with his hand to prevent himself from screaming.

Harry turned around sharply, his heart beating even crazier than when the book had screamed just now - because he saw not only himself in the mirror, but also a large number of people standing behind him.

"But there's no one in the room." He gasped, slowly turning to look in the mirror.

Yes, there was him in the mirror, his face pale and frightened. At the same time, there were at least a dozen people standing behind him in the mirror. Harry turned and looked back again - there was still no one there.

Are they all invisible too? Could it be that he was actually in a room with many invisible people, and the magic of the mirror was to reflect them all, invisible or not?

With his head full of questions, Harry looked at the mirror carefully again.

In the mirror, a woman standing behind him was smiling and waving to him. He reached out and groped behind him. If the woman really existed, Harry should be able to touch her. They were so close together in the mirror, but all Harry touched was air - the woman and the others only existed in the mirror.

"That was a very beautiful woman, with dark red hair, and her eyes - her eyes were exactly like mine," Harry thought.

Then he noticed that she was crying. She was smiling and crying at the same time. The tall, thin man with dark hair standing next to her put his arms around her. The man wore glasses and had disheveled hair, with a bunch of hair on the back of his head standing up disobediently, just like Harry's.

Harry couldn't help but press his body against the mirror and look at the two figures inside. Crazy thoughts suddenly came to his mind.

"Mom?" he whispered, "Dad?"

Harry had no hope and even thought he was crazy.

But surprisingly, the couple in the mirror actually smiled and nodded slightly, as if responding to Harry's call.

"Wow!!"

Harry finally couldn't help it anymore, and tears burst out of his eyes.

"So you are here!"

Harry was looking at his parents in the mirror with half joy and half sadness when he suddenly heard someone's voice behind him. He was frightened to death and subconsciously tightened the invisibility cloak.

"Stop hiding, I know you are here!"

Hart, who followed the footsteps, waved his hand twice in front of the mirror, grabbed Harry who was shrinking back, and pulled the invisibility cloak off him, allowing the restless little wizard to reveal his true form.

"Hart, how could it be you?" Harry was originally frightened to death, but after seeing clearly that it was Harry through the faint light, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I just walked out of Professor Phoenix's office and heard screaming in the library, like I went to see what happened." Hart repeated the reason he told Snape to Harry: "If I remember correctly, you even pushed me!"

"Really?" Harry scratched his head in embarrassment, "It was too dark in the corridor at the time, so I really didn't notice. You weren't hurt, right?"

Hart waved his hand: "I'm not a clay figure, so it doesn't matter if I bump into you. But you, who didn't sleep at night, went to the forbidden book area first, and then why did you come to this room?"

"I just want to try out whether the new invisibility cloak I got is really that powerful!"

Harry's voice gradually became lower. He also knew that what happened tonight was not suitable to be publicized.

"However, I found something interesting, it's this mirror." Harry became more energetic when he mentioned the mirror behind him. "You will never believe it, I actually saw my parents in this mirror!"

"Oh, there is such a thing?" Hart was a little curious at first, but after seeing the mirror, he recalled the past memories.

He was really busy during this period. Looking at the original product, he remembered that Harry was obsessed with the illusion of the magic mirror.

Thinking of the wonders of the Eriphon Mirror, Hart couldn't restrain his curiosity and stood in front of the mirror.

In an instant, he felt his eyes fall uncontrollably on the center of the mirror, and the originally translucent mirror surface suddenly became turbid, like clouds before a rainstorm.

"It's coming, it's coming, the big one is coming!"

Hart looked at the changing surface of the magic mirror, knowing that the hidden desires in his heart were about to emerge.

But after a while, the magic mirror remained the same, turbid and without any image.

"What's going on? Is there something wrong with this mirror?"

Hart didn't know why. He looked at Harry and found that he still looked obsessed. He realized that it was not the mirror that had the problem, but himself.

Instead of delving into what was wrong with him, he reached out and forced Harry's head away.

"What are you doing?" Harry was a little impatient.

"It's time to go to bed, hurry up and go!"

Hart pulled the child who was addicted to the illusion and walked out, not caring about what he shouted.