Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 68 All he said were my words!

This kid...

Dumbledore thought of what Professor McGonagall once told him, that Harry's personality was like Lily's.

Merlin's beard, this kid's first reaction when he saw Severus was to take out his wand. I have no doubt that he is the second James!

Hmm... let's take another look.

Dumbledore stroked his beard, and when he looked at Harry again, he found that he had pointed his wand at 'Severus'.

Then he saw Harry's lips move, and the feeling of being hit by a curse was transmitted to him by the deformed statue.

Silent casting?

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. This child... is indeed outstanding.

This also made him more certain of what he was thinking, that he should indeed test the character of this child carefully.

The Mirror of Erised can reveal a person's deepest desires, no matter their age.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore controlled the statue to wave its robe sleeves and turned its head towards where Harry and Ron were.

Harry was also very surprised. The spell had no effect?
But Ron was already a little overwhelmed. He had suffered from Snape's venom attacks many times in Potions class and had already suffered some psychological trauma.

Seeing "Professor Snape" turn his head and look in their direction, he walked towards them step by step, pulling Harry's sleeve and making a desperate baby voice.

"Harry..."

How to do?
Harry frowned. It would be unnecessary to cast a harmless little spell on the professor just because he was discovered while wandering at night.

What's more, Snape gave him a bottle of Felicity Potion, so he couldn't attack the professor under any circumstances.

Since the confounding spell didn't work, let's just leave.

He pulled Ron and watched as "Professor Snape's" angle blocked their way. There was only one empty classroom to choose from. Before he could think of the next move, Ron dragged him into the abandoned classroom.

After the two of them walked in, the footsteps of "Professor Snape" gradually faded away.

"Come on, Ron," said Harry.

"Wait a minute, Harry..." Ron muttered, "Come and look, look at this mirror..."

Harry turned around and saw Ron staring at the strange mirror without blinking, with an obsessed smile on his face.

This is a very majestic mirror, reaching all the way to the ceiling; the mirror is set in an ornate golden frame and supported by two claw-shaped feet.

On the top of the mirror, there is a line of words engraved: "Eris Stella Erhlu Aitwubi Kafru Aitong Vohes".

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"I'm wearing Bill's old badge, the kind that the male student union president has - I'm holding the house cup and the Quidditch cup in my hands, and there's a box of chicken legs behind me... Haha, I'm also the captain of the Quidditch team!" Ron finally managed to get himself away from this glorious scene and turned to Harry and said, "Harry, do you think this is a prophetic mirror, showing that in the future I will become the president of the student union and the captain of the Quidditch team?"

"Of course, I believe you." Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder and said to him, "But this mirror is not a prophecy... You see, its text seems to be upside down, we should read it in a different order..."

"Look, if you turn 'Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi' around and re-punctuate it, it becomes I show not your face but your heart's desire," said Harry. "It's a magic mirror that allows people to see their inner desires clearly."

"So... is that so?" Ron scratched his head: "That's just my inner desire, no wonder..."

Harry looked up. This magic mirror was brought back from outside by Veratria in the fifth grade and had been kept in the Room of Requirement.

When Vivi placed the mirror in the Room of Requirement, all the students in the Order of the Phoenix ran to the mirror to see what their true desires were. It was obvious that everyone was very happy, except Cassandra.

She was only obsessed for a short while, then stomped her feet and turned away with a look of disgust on her face.

When we were in Nurmengard at Christmas, I heard from Vivi that Cassandra went there several times later and sat in front of the mirror for a long time, unwilling to leave.

The last time Harry looked into this mirror, he saw his mother and father.

He raised his eyes and looked at the inscription again, still wondering in his heart who had taken out this mirror and placed it here.

"And you, Harry, what did you see?" asked Ron.

Harry looked at the mirror, and the scene shown in the mirror was not this abandoned classroom, but a layout similar to the Room of Requirement.

It was a long table, and his parents sat at the back, looking at him tenderly outside the mirror.

Behind the long table, it seemed that the Potter family was standing on tiptoe to decorate the Christmas tree, and some were also decorating the home. Noticing Harry's gaze, everyone turned their heads and smiled at him.

"I saw my parents and my family," Harry said softly.

When I looked towards my parents, I found someone sitting next to my mother and someone standing behind her.

Sitting next to her mother was Veratia, who was knitting something very quickly with two knitting needles. She seemed to be talking to her mother, and her violet eyes were staring at him without blinking.

The one standing behind her mother was Cassandra. Her face did not show the usual disgust, but was unusually gentle and lovely.

How could there be Cassandra? Harry was somewhat puzzled. He was very grateful for Cassandra's advice and guidance over the years, but to say that he longed to live with her... Harry felt that he must be crazy or have some serious illness.

"Then Harry, how do you know that this mirror reflects your deepest desires?" Ron asked again.

"I just know it," said Harry mysteriously.

Just then, footsteps suddenly sounded at the door.

Before Harry and Ron could become invisible again, they saw Professor Dumbledore appear in the doorway.

"Harry, Ron," he greeted them both, holding out his hand and waving his fingers.

"Professor (Principal)." The two responded.

"I have to say, Harry, little wizards of your age rarely have such keen observation skills." Dumbledore smiled kindly, "As you said, this mirror can let people see their truest desires... So, Harry, what is your true desire?"

Harry did not meet Dumbledore's eyes, but turned his head to look at the mirror.

Vivi in ​​the mirror noticed his gaze, smiled at him gently, reached out and picked up the pair of wool socks and shook them at him.

"I saw my parents, my family, and..."

"Anything else?" Dumbledore asked, smiling.

Harry saw Vivi nodded at him and organized her words.

"And wool socks," he said.

Dumbledore: ...

(End of this chapter)