Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Following Harry through the empty corridors, high arches, and climbing or descending many stairs, they finally came to a room that looked like an abandoned classroom.

Many tables and chairs were stacked against the wall, forming a large dark shadow, and there was also an upside-down wastepaper basket.

Zhang Xiao saw the mirror at a glance, because it didn't seem to belong here.

It was a very imposing mirror, reaching as high as the ceiling, in an ornate gold frame, and supported by two claw-shaped feet.

There is a line of words engraved on the top: Eristra Ehruait Ubika Fruait on Voges.

Zhang Xiao looked at it and finally remembered what this mirror was called:

Arrodes! .Ah bah, the Mirror of Erised!

"Zhang, can you see it?" Harry asked expectantly, he was so eager to let his friends get to know his family.

If his friends can see it, it means this is not his fantasy, but a real picture.

Zhang Xiao was pulled by him to stand in front of the mirror. He stared at this luxurious mirror.

From the perspective of its own job, this mirror is very incompetent because it does not have a mirror surface that can show every detail.

On the contrary, the entire mirror looks blurry, as if the mirror is filled with fog.

The moment Zhang Xiao stood in front of the mirror, the fog in the mirror seemed to pause for a moment, and then began to spin rapidly.

coming soon! What do I desire? Zhang Xiao looked at the mirror expectantly, as long as it wasn't Naizi, that would be fine.

After a while, the fog in the mirror dissipated, and a figure appeared in the mirror.

She was a very beautiful woman, with dark red hair, and her eyes - her eyes were exactly like Harry's.

???

Could it be that what I long for in my heart is Harley? ? ?

An extremely ridiculous feeling suddenly arose in Zhang Xiao's heart, and he couldn't help but shudder, while shaking his head crazily in his heart,

impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Then another man's figure appeared in the mirror.

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.

He put his arms around the red-haired woman.

Could this be Lily and James? Zhang Xiao had already reacted in his heart at this time, but why did I see Lily and James?

This doesn't make sense anyway, does it?

The number of people in the mirror gradually increased, and they all had the same green eyes and noses as him.

A little old man even has the same uneven knees as Harry. Is he from the Potter family?

Until finally, the mirror finally played its original role, and it clearly reflected Harry's current appearance.

"Harry, I think I saw your family," Zhang Xiao said softly, "Is she wearing a sweater and jeans?"

"Really? Man, I mean, can you really see that? All my mom wears is a sweater and jeans!"

Harry couldn't help but tremble. He turned his head and looked at Zhang Xiao in surprise. The one who reacted more than him was Ron.

He opened his mouth wide, couldn't help but came over, and said in confusion:

"How is that possible? Why can't I see it?"

Before Zhang Xiao could speak, the mirror changed again. It was as if the split-screen function was turned on.

It was divided into two parts, the upper and lower parts, and the lower part returned to its previous state of being shrouded in fog.

Then, just like before, the fog gradually lifted, and Zhang Xiao saw himself wearing a Gryffindor uniform, with Ron and Harry standing next to him.

It looked like the location was in the Great Hall. The three of them were holding the Quidditch House Cup together. The Great Hall had been completely decorated to look like Gryffindor.

It was a reward that only came with winning the annual Academy Cup, with ribbons and laborious fireworks exploding above their heads and surrounded by cheering crowds.

Is this Ron's inner desire?

Ron looked at the mirror with blurred eyes, almost immersed in it, and murmured to himself:

"It's great. This is great. How great would it be if we could do this once? What are they singing?"

Oh, let me hear it. Weasley is our king? "

Zhang Xiao couldn't stand it any longer, and he was now trapped in strong self-doubt.

Why can I see Harry and Ron's desire? So what is my desire?

Could it be that the desire I see in others is my desire?

So what have I become, a voyeur?

Ron used great perseverance to break free from the magic mirror. He looked at Zhang Xiao with unfinished thoughts and asked:

"Dude, did you really see Harry's family? Why do I see the same thing as last time?"

Zhang Xiao mumbled a few words and left with a lot of worries. He felt that at this moment, he urgently needed to find a place to be quiet and doubt his life.

The holiday was gradually coming to an end. Zhang Xiao came to his seat and sat down. There were still the same Chinese dishes on the plate.

There's nothing he can do about it, after all, he only knows a few home-cooked dishes, and limited to the materials, that's all he can do for the time being.

As for the "Huaiyang Recipes - Picture and Text Version", he hasn't given it to the elf yet.

Because receiving gifts is not a good thing for elves, it would make them feel "insulted", so he planned to wait until the holidays were over and "give" the cookbook to the elves in the name of work necessities.

Then he saw Ron coming to the restaurant alone.

Because it was a holiday, the long tables were all empty. Everyone didn't care which college's long table it belonged to, so they just sat there casually.

Ron came to sit next to Zhang Xiao, said hello feebly, picked up a piece of pie, wrapped it in brown paper first, and then started eating the food.

"Where's Harry?"

"Gudu" took a big gulp of pumpkin juice, and Ron said with a grimace: "He's still staying with the mirror over there, and he's been there all day."

He raised the pie wrapped in his hand:

"I have to bring him food later to prevent this fool from starving to death there!"

Zhang Xiao sighed. He was different from others. Most people would be addicted to the illusion created by the magic mirror.

But I'm different, I don't even think about getting close to the mirror. Who would like a mirror that keeps telling me that I'm a "pervert"?

Ron kept dozing off, and he almost stuck his head into the rice bowl. He yawned a long way, touched the tears he squeezed out and asked:

"Zhang, can you please bring food to Harry? He talked in his sleep all night last night and kept talking to his parents. I listened to him all night!"

Zhang Xiao sighed, took the cake, shook his head and said:

"Okay, go back to bed and leave it to me."

Following his memory, he found the classroom. Harry was sitting there with his legs crossed, looking at the huge mirror over there in trance.

Zhang Xiao walked over, pushed Harry, and handed the pie over. Seeing the figures of Lily and James appear in the mirror again, he couldn't help but "hum".

There is definitely something wrong with this mirror!

"Thank you!" Harry took the pie and took a dry bite, not even wanting to look away.

It was trapped. Unless the mirror was removed, Harry probably wouldn't be able to break free.

At this moment, an old voice sounded behind them:

"So, you're here again? Harry? Oh, and Zhang."

Zhang Xiao felt the hairs all over his body, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and he saw that sitting on a table by the wall was none other than Albus Dumbledore.

what happened?

I saw it really clearly when I came in! It turns out there is definitely no Dumbledore over there!