Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 38 I enjoy everything I have

"Huh? This mirror is obviously a treasure, yet it's just been casually placed in this abandoned classroom. You've been here for three days and haven't met its owner. This means this thing is destined to be with us."

"But—but—this mirror is so huge, how can we take it with us? It won't even fit through the door."

"If you want, it's not a problem. I can use the invisible extension spell to put it in the bag, or we can use the shrinking spell to shrink it. Then I can put it in the dormitory so that you can see your parents every day when you wake up.

You see, it's quite dangerous to come here every night, isn't it? "

Harry seemed to see the scene described by Damon, and the expression on his face became wonderful.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally couldn't resist the temptation and agreed.

But at this moment, an old and aged voice suddenly sounded behind them:

"I'm afraid that won't work, boys."

Harry felt as if his insides had suddenly frozen.

Looking back, he saw Albus Dumbledore sitting at a table against the wall - how could he and Damon not notice him sitting there the whole time?
Is it because they are focusing all their attention on the mirror?

Harry subconsciously looked at Damon, but found that his expression was very calm, without any trace of panic, and he subconsciously felt relieved.

"Professor, eavesdropping on people is not a good habit."

Seeing Damon take the lead, Harry's thoughts stopped for a moment.

"Damon, that's a rather harsh accusation—I've been sitting here the entire time, just keeping silent."

Dumbledore finished speaking and found that Damon was just looking at him with a half-smile.

He knew his words were untenable - they might be enough to fool Harry, as the child in front of him seemed unexpectedly precocious.

Is it because of growing up in an orphanage?
Dumbledore subconsciously thought of the child who was also born in an orphanage. His eyes dimmed, and he continued before the two of them could speak:

"It seems you have discovered the joys of the Mirror of Erised, just like hundreds of others before you."

Harry didn't say anything - with Damon there, he believed he could leave everything to Damon.

"Fun?" Damon smiled indifferently. "Professor, I only see myself. Where's the fun in that?"

Dumbledore glanced at Damon, his face expressionless.

No one has ever seen themselves in the Mirror of Erised.

Is it possible that this child is lying? But how could he know the legend of the Mirror of Erised?

"Legend has it that the happiest person in the world can use the Mirror of Erised as a normal mirror. In other words, what he sees in the mirror is his own appearance."

He stared at Damon, closely watching for any possible changes in him.

"Damon, please forgive my growing curiosity as an old man. I really want to know, at only eleven years old, are you already free from desires for everything?"

"To be exact, I'm twelve years old."

Harry's head snapped around to look at Damon—his birthday had already passed? When?
They haven't celebrated Damon yet.

"Oh—you don't even care about your own birthday?"

Dumbledore expressed the doubts in Harry's mind, and his eyes behind the glasses became more cautious.

"Professor, if you live every day to the fullest, with joy filling your heart all day long, would you still care about whether it's your birthday or not?"

“I enjoy everything about my life now – I love watching the sun shine through the window and onto the purple curtains, it reminds me what a wonderful world I live in.

I also like the feeling of the moonlight falling, watching the curtains swaying with the moonlight. Whenever this happens, my magic always becomes more stable than ever before.

I greedily enjoy everything I experience, and I want nothing more." Dumbledore looked at the young man who was talking eloquently in front of him, and saw the serene smile on his face, and it seemed that something soft in his heart was touched.

He couldn't help but start to believe that the boy in front of him really didn't have any desires or wants - no, rather, his desire was every day of his life.

Dumbledore never thought that there would be such a person in the world?

He had observed the child carefully; his life was as monotonous as that of the most devout Christian in the Muggle world—apart from attending classes, he spent almost all his time practicing spells.

Is this really any fun? Or
Dumbledore's expression grew serious, and as his mentality changed, his originally kind face instantly changed, taking on a bit of majesty without anger, which made Harry's heart pound - just looking at Dumbledore like this, he felt a little timid.

"Everything you've experienced? But from what I understand, you've been practicing spells and transfiguration all day long, Damon. Is it power you crave?"

Dumbledore looked at Damon meaningfully, and Damon also had an amused expression on his face at this moment.

'If you crave power, how can you see yourself in the mirror?'

"You're not pretending anymore, are you? You even spied on me practicing spells?"

After their eyes met, Damon admitted generously:

"Yes, I crave power."

"Then you still—" Dumbledore frowned.

"I seek power to protect myself from harm," Damon said calmly, looking directly at Dumbledore. "I don't want a professor to secretly cast a spell on my wand while I'm playing Quidditch, and others to remain silent about it."

"I don't want to be in danger and have to rely on others for protection."

"I don't want to face so many difficulties, but they are all tests from others."

Listening to this pointed accusation and thinking of Damon's action of directly shattering Quirrell's wand with a spell that day, Dumbledore fell silent.

After a pause, he said:

"Let's change the subject."

He flinched.

There were many things he couldn't tell the two children in front of him.

"You can't take this mirror with you."

Seeing that Damon was not anxious and just raised an eyebrow at him - indicating that he should continue, Dumbledore's evaluation of him rose again and continued:
"This mirror can neither teach us knowledge nor tell us the truth.

People waste their days in front of it, obsessed by what they see, and even driven mad because they don’t know if what they see is real or even possible.”

"It is of no use to indulge in illusory dreams and forget about real life."

Hearing this, Harry felt very disappointed, but another voice told him that Dumbledore was right and he should give up the mirror.

but.

Harry's heart ached violently at the mere thought that he would never be able to see his parents through the mirror again.

If he had never seen his parents, perhaps he wouldn't feel so bad.

He couldn't help but think so.

It was at this moment that he heard Damon's voice.

"Professor, I cannot agree with your point of view."

(End of this chapter)