A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Perhaps I could also see what your family members look like.

Aaron: ......

So all I said was for nothing. One violation of school rules is bad enough, but now they want to add Ron to the mix and drag me down with them.

Isn't this operation a bit abnormal?

Chapter 42 Secretly Looking in the Mirror at Midnight

The following night, Harry, Ron, and Aaron squeezed into the Invisibility Cloak, carefully made their way through the corridors, climbed countless flights of stairs, and arrived at an empty classroom.

The classroom was covered in dust, like a place where junk was piled up.

Besides a bunch of tables and chairs, a particularly high-end mirror was placed against the wall.

“That’s it, this is the mirror I was talking about.” Harry couldn’t wait to take off his Invisibility Cloak and excitedly pointed to the smooth mirror. “Do you see that? These are my mom and dad.”

“But I only see the three of us,” Ron said.

"Change your angle, stand over here." Harry pulled Ron over so he could see the mirror better. "Okay, see them now!"

Harry was about to point out his parents in the mirror when Ron excitedly shouted, "That's me! I'm the president of the Boys' Council, and I'm holding the Quidditch Cup!"

What a wonderful thing! I've become the Quidditch captain! I'm so proud of myself.

"Harry, can this mirror show things from the future?"

“How could that be?” Harry lowered his head in regret. “My parents are both dead.”

“That’s absolutely impossible!” Aaron said meaningfully. “This is definitely not something that will happen in the future.”

"Aaron, what about you? What did you see?" Ron asked with interest.

"Let me see." Aaron walked to the front of the mirror, and Harry and Ron made way for him.

A dozen seconds later, Aaron stroked his chin, lost in thought. "How could this be?"

“What did you say?” Harry asked.

Aaron shook his head. "Unfortunately, I only saw myself. Even the mirror treats me differently!"

"You mean you can't see your parents like Harry can, and you can't become the student council president like I can?" Ron asked in surprise, then patted Aaron on the shoulder with a hint of sympathy. "You can only see yourself. Such amazing magical artifacts are useless to you."

"Can you take your hands off me?" Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly and pointed to the gold frame of the mirror. "You'd better take a look at the words engraved on this mirror."

“Eris Stella Ehru Aitbi Kafulu Aiton Vohers.” Aaron pronounced the words carefully, “It’s obviously a string of gibberish; you probably can’t find anyone like that in the entire magical world.”

But this is not a person's name, but a sentence, a sentence describing this mirror.

You'll see if you spell these words backwards.

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, then looked at the frame of the mirror and said in unison, "It shows us our deepest, most desperate desires."

"So this mirror will let us see what we want to see?" Harry asked.

"That's right!"

"But why can you only see yourself?" Ron asked curiously, then, as if struck by a sudden realization, his mouth dropped open in astonishment. "You don't have anything you desire, do you? How pathetic!"

“No, you can’t say that.” Aaron shook his head. “Everyone has desires, and I can’t be without desires either. It’s just that my desires are not reflected in the mirror.”

"That sounds amazing."

So what are your desires?

Aaron paused for a moment, then turned around and gave Ron a meaningful smile. "Do you think I should tell you?"

This is a matter of personal privacy!

"Uh..." Ron chuckled awkwardly, "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just curious."

"Then please put away your curiosity."

"Aaron, could you give me your seat?" Harry said somewhat shyly. "I want to see my parents. They're gone now, and I might only be able to see them through this mirror."

“Okay.” Aaron stepped aside and gestured for him to proceed.

"Thank you!" Harry said simply, then stood quietly in front of the mirror.

His gaze softened, and he reached out to stroke the mirror, a faint smile appearing on his face.

The joy and warmth of reuniting with family were palpable, but Harry's expression seemed somewhat dazed to Aaron and Ron.

After a dozen minutes, Ron hesitated, then asked with some concern, "Will he be alright?"

"No, it's just that I saw the family affection that I longed for most deep in my heart, and I couldn't extricate myself for a while."

However, you must be careful not to let him get too deeply involved.

No matter how beautiful what you see in a mirror may be, it is always just a mirage.

A simple act of reminiscing and self-motivation is enough, but wasting time on fantasies is the greatest tragedy.

Ron: ......

"Your preaching, no, what you said makes a lot of sense."

But why should I be the one to pay attention?

"Do you even need to ask?

You're Harry Potter's best friend, always by his side, who could be more suitable than you?

Ron opened his mouth, then stood up straight with a proud look on his face. "You're right. As his best friend, it's my duty to pull him out of this."

As he spoke, Ron walked up to Harry and grabbed his arm. "Harry, you need to rest."

"Let me watch for a little longer."

“No, you’re practically engrossed in watching yourself,” Ron said righteously. “Just let me watch for a little while!”

puff!

Upon hearing this, Aaron nearly choked.

This is what they call best friends? I thought their friendship was so deep! Turns out...

That's it? This fake brotherhood is rather disappointing!

"Ahem! Although it might be a bit of a mood killer, I still want to bother you for a moment."

"We should go. Don't you find it boring to be here looking at a broken mirror so late at night instead of sleeping?"

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, then shook their heads in unison.

Even though I know the reflection in the mirror is fake, the comfort it provides is immense, so I naturally want to look at it a little longer.

Aaron rubbed his forehead and shook his head. "Bringing you two to see this broken mirror was the biggest mistake I made this semester."

"Haha! Don't say that!" Ron laughed awkwardly. "Why don't you come over and try again? Maybe you'll see your desire!"

There's no need for that.

"I prefer reality to illusions, and I hope you feel the same way," Aaron said, then, ignoring Harry and Ron's strange expressions, walked towards the door. "I'll be going now. Goodnight."

"Wait a minute," Harry called out to him hastily. "It's not safe for you to go out without the Invisibility Cloak."

“I have my own methods.” Aaron said meaningfully, taking out a transparent bottle (invisibility potion), then pushed open the door and went out.

“I always feel like he’s more serious than my mom sometimes,” Ron said, his lips twitching.

Harry nodded, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a loud 'bang'.

The door suddenly opened, and Aaron rushed in, saying in a panic, "Well, I think we have to leave, but we might have to hide before that."

"Why? I haven't seen enough yet!" Harry said reluctantly.

"Exactly, I haven't seen it yet either!"

"I saw Mrs. Lorris, is that reason enough?"

Ron was startled for a moment, and asked nervously, "You mean that cat? Filch's?"

"if not?"

No sooner had they finished speaking than the three of them heard a cat meowing.

Harry and Ron instinctively shuddered, but without saying a word, they decisively pulled up the Invisibility Cloak, also covering Aaron in it.

A moment later, a pale yellow light appeared at the doorway, and Filch walked in carrying a lantern.

He looked the classroom carefully but didn't find any students violating the rules. "Let's go, honey, there's nothing wrong here."

Mrs. Lorris gave a somewhat reluctant "meow" and took a few steps toward the Invisibility Cloak. At that moment, the three of them held their breath in perfect unison and simultaneously took steps backward.

Filch frowned slightly and looked in front of Mrs. Lorris. "There's no one there! You must be mistaken!"

After they left, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Aaron emerged from the invisibility cloak. "I think we can go back now!"

"Of course, of course." Ron nodded reluctantly. He had been so frightened that he didn't want to stay any longer.

Harry was still a little reluctant. He slowly stroked the Mirror of Erised. "I think I can watch a little longer. Filch shouldn't be back anytime soon!"

"Ha!" Aaron chuckled speechlessly. "Harry, no, Harry Potter, you're really clever. You break the school rules and still act so self-righteous."

Have you considered the possibility that Filch might suddenly turn back?

“That’s right.

Harry, being caught by Filch is not a good thing.

We've already angered Percy once; if he gets caught this time, we'll be too ashamed to face him.

"But..."

“No buts,” Aaron interrupted him. “This mirror is right here, it’s not going to grow legs and run away. You can come and see it anytime you want, but we have to go back now.”

Ron nodded hurriedly to Harry, and without waiting for his consent, pulled him towards the door.

Chapter 43 Nicolas Flamel – The Philosopher's Stone Maker

The Mirror of Erised is a magical artifact that deeply captivated Harry Potter, causing him to spend most of his time and energy on useless fantasies.