Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation One night before the Christmas holiday, Harry went to the eighth floor again. He still did not tell Ron, but sat alone on the floor in front of the mirror, looking at it quietly, as if he was going to sit there for the whole night. But … "So, Harry, you're here again."
Harry looked behind him and saw Dumbledore standing not far behind him, smiling at him like an old grandfather looking at his naughty grandson.
"I'm sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore …" Harry hurriedly stood up. "I didn't know this was your room."
Dumbledore reached out and patted Harry on the head. "No, you don't have to apologize to me. This is not my room, or anyone else's room." He gestured at the messy things in the room.
Harry understood a little. "This room belongs to everyone who walks in by accident."
Dumbledore nodded. "This is the Room of Everything. As long as you have a request in mind, you can walk through the tapestry three times, and you'll be able to walk in."
"So, this is a room that hides secrets." Harry had thought so when he found the bronze door.
"So, Harry, don't tell too many people the secret."
Harry zipped his mouth to show his promise. Dumbledore smiled lovingly, then looked at the Mirror of Eris. "Otherwise, too many people will be immersed in the fun of the Mirror of Eris."
That's right. Ron had borrowed the invisibility cloak from Harry several times, wanting to look in the mirror in this room. If not for the fact that Snape had increased the patrols, Ron would not have given up so easily.
Dumbledore thought that Harry would be a little confused, but when he looked down, he saw that Harry was looking at the Mirror of Eris calmly. It was neither fear nor love, but … thoughtfulness.
"Harry, what do you see in the mirror?" Dumbledore could not help but ask.
Harry pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty, but in the end, he could not fake a smile. He was silent for a moment, then looked up and said slowly, "I don't see anything, Headmaster."
Dumbledore was a little surprised. "Harry, I heard that the happiest person in the world can use the Mirror of Eris as an ordinary mirror. That means, what he sees in the mirror is his own appearance."
But Harry obviously did not think he was the happiest person. He blinked, Harry finally, Dean Dumbledore, I don't see anything, Headmaster. Dumbledore, I don't. I don't see anything..............
.. was darkness. was darkness from the beginning, he was..
. This was not what Dumbledore had expected. He pondered for a moment, then sat on the floor with Harry. Both of them naturally took out a handful of candy from their pockets.
"Harry," Dumbledore asked as he peeled the candy. "Do you know why the happiest person can only see himself in the Mirror of Eris?"
"Because he has gotten what he wants, and there is no additional desire."
"Yes. Then, if you can only see darkness, what does it mean? "Dumbledore's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light behind his glasses.
Harry touched his nose and thought for a moment. He was terrified. Could it be …
"I want to be a Dark Wizard?"
Dumbledore choked for a moment, then finally said seriously, "Ah, maybe it's possible." Seeing the child's face fall, he continued, "Or maybe it's because, Harry, you don't have what you want, and at the same time, you're not happy."
Harry seemed to understand, but not quite. Dumbledore then used Ron as an example. "You see, if you ask your best friend what his greatest desire is, what will he say?"
"I want a Nimbus 2000!" Harry did ask this question.
"But the Eris Magic Mirror knows that what Ron Weasley wants the most in his heart is glory, praise, and success. He has always been envious of his brothers, so his strongest desire is to become like them, or even better than them."
Harry glanced at the Mirror of Eris. "So, the Mirror of Eris shows our deepest desire, even if we may not be aware of it."
"Yes. So, if you can't see anything, Harry, even the Mirror of Eris doesn't know what you want. "
"I want Mom and Dad." Harry lowered his head and said calmly, "Really, Professor Dumbledore, I want Mom and Dad. Why won't it let me see them?"
"So that's why you came back after so many days?" Dumbledore looked deeply at Harry.
"… Yes." Harry kept his head down. That day, when he answered Ron's question in the dark, he almost thought that his parents would appear in the mirror, but they didn't. There was nothing.
Harry looked up. "Why is there nothing?"
Dumbledore looked into Harry's eyes, opened his mouth, and finally smiled bitterly. "I don't know, Harry." He really didn't know.
Harry lowered his head again, but then he heard Dumbledore say, "But, Harry, if you want to see James and Lily, I think there's a place we can go."
At night, Godric Valley was deep in snow. Harry held Dumbledore's hand tightly and carefully stepped on the deep snow. But looking at the footprints that destroyed the snow, the child couldn't help but feel pity.
Dumbledore held a lamp in his left hand and cast a warming spell on Harry with his wand in his right hand. He slowly led the way. "There aren't many people left in Godric Valley."
"Is it because of the war?" Harry saw some old houses along the way, but there weren't many lights.
The whole valley seemed to be stuck in a dream of snow, and the sound of the wind drifted past like a murmur.
Dumbledore didn't answer Harry's question. Instead, he brought him to a cemetery.
Harry followed closely behind Dumbledore as they passed through a forest of tombstones. Dumbledore patted the child's head and comforted him. "I also thought that letting an eleven-year-old child be so close to death wasn't the right decision."
Harry shook his head and said softly, "I'm not afraid. Professor Kamia said that there are no corpses or ugliness under the tombstones, only history. "
"That does sound like something Kamia would say." Dumbledore looked around the cemetery. With only the light of the lantern, he could not see the tombstones clearly. He could not see the names on the tombstones, either new or unfamiliar. "There's only the history of Godric's Valley here."
James and Lily were buried under the same tombstone. Even though Harry had just repeated Kamia's words, he still couldn't help but imagine that under the soil, in the coffin, his parents were still sleeping together.
Someone had placed a bouquet of lilies in front of the tombstone. Perhaps a spell had been cast, but the white lilies were so fresh that they looked like they had just been plucked. With the light of Dumbledore's lamp, Harry saw the epitaph on his parents' tombstone: The last enemy to be destroyed is death.
"Harry, maybe this question isn't very appropriate, but … I really want to know, how do you view death?" Dumbledore suddenly asked on the way back.
Harry answered without hesitation. "For a very clear-headed person, death is just another great adventure."
Dumbledore was a little surprised. "Did Kamia teach you this too?"
"No …" Harry tilted his head and thought for a moment. "It should be a friend who told me this. By the way, Headmaster Dumbledore, I also want to ask you a question that may not be very appropriate. "
Dumbledore laughed. "Ask away."
"Headmaster, what did you see in the Mirror of Eris?"
"Me, I saw that I was holding a pair of thick woolen socks."
"Like the pair I gave you?" Harry was very surprised. The Christmas gift he gave to Dumbledore was a pair of woolen socks.
Dumbledore was no less surprised. "Yes, when I saw the Christmas gift you gave me, I was so surprised. You know, most people give me all kinds of books as gifts. They don't seem to know that I have too many books, but I can't find a suitable pair of winter socks. "
"Hehe …" Harry was secretly delighted, but at the same time, he was a little embarrassed. "I wanted to give you a book, but I bought a pair of shoes for the twins, so I could only buy you a pair of socks …"
Dumbledore did not mind. "It's a surprise, isn't it?"
Dumbledore personally sent Harry back to Gryffindor's dormitory, not only to prevent Snape from catching Harry, but also to prevent the child from sneaking out again.
Before saying the password, Harry hesitated for a moment, but still turned to Dumbledore and asked, "Will you take the Mirror of Eris away?"
Dumbledore stroked his beard and playfully winked. "Not for the time being. I think a very clear-headed person would not look for an illusion of nothingness. "
Harry smiled and said goodnight to Dumbledore. "Then, see you in the new semester, Headmaster Dumbledore!"
"Hehe, see you in the new semester!" Dumbledore watched Harry crawl over the portrait of the fat woman, and then said to the empty pillar beside him, "Severus, I think you also need enough sleep to be ready for the new semester."
Snape dispelled the Phantom Spell and mercilessly criticized his boss. "A headmaster of a school led by violating the school rules. I think even if the school closes down, it has nothing to do with a dispirited Potions Professor."
Dumbledore laughed as he walked, as if he did not hear Snape's sarcasm. "Haha, Severus, you've chosen a beautiful lily."
Snape's sharp teeth were immediately ground flat. His face darkened, and he said in a low voice, "You actually took Potter …"
"He wanted to see his parents." Dumbledore could foresee what Snape was going to say next. He simply told him what happened in the cemetery, including some of the things Harry said.
Snape's face darkened. "Some time ago, I encountered Potter sleepwalking …" He could now guess what kind of sleepwalking it was, and a certain old headmaster was actually covering for Potter!
Dumbledore quickly changed the topic before the Potions Professor lost his temper. "Severus, what do you think of what Harry said?"
"I don't even want to think about it!" Snape growled in a low voice.
A strange expression appeared on the old headmaster's face. He seemed to sigh. "Death is a great adventure … Severus, many years ago, another person said this to me, but in German."
Snape asked dryly, "Are you going to tell me that after saying this, that person went to start World War II?"
Dumbledore sighed, and Snape gritted his teeth. First, it was the saint's symbol, then it was Grindelwald — damn that Potter!
That night, Dumbledore opened the drawer on the left side of the headmaster's desk, which had not been opened for many years, and took out a box. The box contained dozens of letters from different eras, and he spent the whole night reading them.
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