From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

The library at midnight was dark and eerie.Harry lit a lamp and carried it past the rows of bookshelves.The lamp looked like it was suspended in mid-air. Although Hanli felt himself holding it with his hand, the sight still made his hair stand on end.

The restricted area is at the back of the library.Harry and Ron carefully stepped over the rope that separated the books from the rest of the collection and raised their lamps to illuminate the restricted area.

"I look to the left, you look to the right." Harry said to Ron, and the two of them walked to different bookshelves.

Harry raised the lamp and illuminated the title of the book. However, he could not make any clue from the title.The peeling, faded gilt letters spelled out words that Harry couldn't understand.

There was a dark stain on one of the books.It looked like blood stains and looked very scary.The hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood up.He felt that there were faint whispers coming from the books, as if those books knew that there was someone there who shouldn't be there - maybe this was his imagination, maybe not.

Harry walked down the bookshelf and finally reached the end of the bookshelf.But Harry didn't find the book he wanted to read. He was about to go back and read it again when he discovered that there was a door on the left side of the bookshelf, which had been opened through a gap.

"What is this?" Harry opened the door and walked into the room.

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.But there was something that didn't seem to belong here, as if someone had put it here temporarily because there was no place to put it.

This is a very majestic mirror, reaching to the ceiling, with a gorgeous golden frame, supported by two claw-shaped feet.There is a line of words engraved on the top: Eristra Ehruait Ubika Fruait on Voges.Harry slowly approached the mirror to catch a glimpse of his own image, but it was empty.He took a few steps closer and stood in front of the mirror.

He had to cover his mouth with his hand to keep from screaming.He turned sharply.His heart was beating even more frantically than when the book had screamed—because he saw not only himself in the mirror, but a whole bunch of people standing behind him.

But there is no one in the room.He panted sharply and slowly turned 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 his head and looked back - there was still no one there.

He looked carefully in the mirror again.In the mirror, a woman standing behind him was smiling and waving to him.

She 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 sticking up disobediently, just like Harry's.

Harry instantly realized who they were.

"Mom?" he whispered, "Dad?"

Harry suddenly felt a twinge in his heart, half joy, half bone-deep sadness.

Harry didn't know how long he stood in front of the mirror. He kept staring blankly at his parents in the mirror until Ron's voice came from outside the door:

"Harry, where are you?"

Harry reluctantly looked away from his mother's face and went to the door to call Ron in.

"Ron! Look, I see my parents! Do you see them?" Harry pulled Ron to the mirror.

Ron said confusedly, "I can't see anything."

"Look! Look...they are all here...there are a lot of people..."

"I can only see you."

"Take a good look, come here, stand in my position." Harry stepped aside, but as soon as Ron stood in front of the mirror, Harry could no longer see his family, only seeing Ron standing there in his pajamas. .

Ron stared dumbfounded at himself in the mirror.

"This is me!" Ron opened his mouth in surprise.

"Can you see your family gathered around you?" Harry asked.

“No—it’s just me—but it’s different than now—I seem a little older—and I’m still the boy student body president!”

"I - the student body president badge - I am also holding the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup in my hand - I am also the captain of the Quidditch team!"

Ron finally managed to take his eyes away from this glorious scene and looked at Harry excitedly: "Do you think this mirror predicts the future?"

"How is it possible? Everyone in my family is dead - let me see again -"

"You've been watching alone all night, just give me a little time."

The two of them took turns standing in front of the mirror and looking at it fascinatedly. Until one time when Harry was standing in front of the mirror, Ron's expression changed, as if he had thought of something, and he took Harry's arm and tried to pull him away from the mirror. Move forward.

"Hey, Ron, what are you doing? You've looked at it long enough. It's my turn." Harry was a little angry. He felt that Ron wanted to take away his treasure.

"That's enough, Harry. It's better to leave quickly. I think there's something wrong with this mirror."

"There's a problem, what's the problem?" Harry shook off Ron's hand, "I'm not you. You can see your parents at any time. You don't know what it's like to lose your parents."

"Harry!" Ron shouted, taking out the mirror Calvin gave him from Harry's pocket and shaking it in front of Harry, "Think about this mirror!"

Harry woke up with a start. He saw himself pale and slightly angry in the double-sided mirror given by Calvin. He looked at it hesitantly and said, "This is different, Ron. I can see my parents..."

"It's the same, you can see things in it that don't exist." Ron acted very forcefully and wanted to pull Harry away from the mirror.

Harry reluctantly took one last look in the mirror, nodded, and walked out with Ron.

"Very good, gentlemen, for not being lost in the illusion of the Mirror of Erised."

Harry felt like his insides suddenly turned to ice.He looked behind him.Sitting at a table by the wall was none other than Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Headmaster..." Ron's voice trembled with fear, thinking it was over.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Weasley, I'm glad you were able to surrender the control of the Mirror of Erised in time." Dumbledore calmed Ron's mood,

"It allows us to see only the deepest and strongest desires in our hearts. You can realize in time that everything in the mirror is false. This is rare for young wizards, and many adult wizards cannot do it either. arrive."

"Principal Dumbledore, I think it may be because I have seen this kind of mirror..." Ron was a little embarrassed by the praise.

"Is that the mirror you have in your hand? Can you show it to me?"