Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 68 was censored?

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Name: Morbius Kelvin

Species: Dark Ghost

Grade: D

Personality: Bloodthirsty, loud, and adept at assessing situations.

Physical condition: Exhausted, with only 1% vitality remaining (treatment period: one month)

Skill: Accepts all blood (can absorb 600ml of blood each time)

Shadow crawling (the body can be hidden in darkness and shadows, each session is limited to 3 minutes).

Magic Power: 1000

Combat strength: 300

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Morbius Kayent?

The name was quite unique, but given his foolish attempt to spread his toenail fungus, Luo Bin decisively renamed him Blackie.

After making the changes, he withdrew his consciousness from his sea of ​​consciousness, and gradually reached a consensus with the Duke of Zhou in his dreams, along with the snoring of the little pig and the crunching of the pancakes, to meet the scene that the magic mirror had not reflected in his dreams.

The next day, Robin dragged his roommates to the library as usual, urging them to continue looking for Nicolas Flamel, while he went to the foreign language book translation section to try and shake off the label of "illiterate".

However, Harry became caught up in the whirlpool of family happiness, lost interest in reading, and even stayed out all night.

Early in the morning, Robin and Ron were sitting by the door chatting and laughing. But when they heard the click of the doorknob turning, their expressions instantly turned extremely serious.

"Are you two rehearsing for a performance?"

When Harry pushed the door open and saw their expressions, he asked in surprise and guilt.

"You should look in the mirror, Harry!"

"I've already taken the picture."

Moreover, it shone all night long.

"I wasn't talking about the magic mirror, I was talking about the big mirror by the sink in the bathroom. Harry, you look just like it right now."

He looked just like a severely addicted internet teenager, with messy hair, lifeless eyes that only lit up when talking about his addiction. He had droopy eye bags, a slightly hunched back, and unsteady steps, looking like a walking corpse whose energy had been drained by demons.

"I feel fine!"

Harry, slightly out of breath, retorted without much conviction.

"No, that's not good at all. Apart from not smelling of alcohol and being somewhat sober in conversation, you're no different from an old drunkard. If this continues, your body will break down. Listen, you're not allowed to go to the Magic Mirror again tonight," Ron said angrily.

"The way you talk is just like Hermione's. You hate her bossy attitude, don't you?"

"Harry, you...you Robin, I can't argue with him, you go!"

Luo Bin: ⊙﹏⊙, young man, to help someone quit the addiction to looking in the mirror, you need a big shot to step in. But, which night was it again that the big shot stepped in?

After thinking for a moment, Robin came up with a compromise: let's go together and take turns looking in the mirror.

Harry didn't want to be stopped again when he went to look in the mirror, while Ron wanted to see his glorious moment one more time.

So the two readily agreed to Robin's suggestion.

That night, under the protection of the invisibility cloak, the three of them made their way to the abandoned classroom without any obstacles.

Ron ripped off the invisibility cloak, rushed to the mirror, and looked at his reflection, now "at the pinnacle of life," shouting excitedly.

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't attract Filch's attention," Robin whispered a reminder.

"So you know that what you're doing is wrong?"

Silence, the kind of silence where everything is still.

The three of them turned around in unison and saw an old man with a white beard sitting at a dilapidated table by the wall. It was Albus Dumbledore!

"I didn't see you when I came in, Principal."

Luo Bin was 100% certain that there was no one at the table when he entered the room.

"I didn't see it either," Harry chimed in.

"That's strange, you guys even became nearsighted after you started using contact lenses."

Dumbledore smiled as he looked at the three youthful, mischievous boys who had been causing trouble at night, and it was as if he were seeing his younger self in them.

He slid off the table, walked to the mirror, and sat cross-legged. He patted the floor, and after the three people sat down around him, he said, "I think you, like the thousands before you, have already experienced the joy of looking into the Mirror of Eris."

"The Mirror of Erised!"

Harry and Ron exclaimed in unison in shock.

"That's right, it's called Eris, a mirror with magical powers."

"It can predict the future, or illuminate the past, right?" Ron asked anxiously, leaning forward.

Dumbledore shook his head. "No, that's not how it is. Let me explain!"

"It allows the person looking in the mirror to see their deepest, most urgent, and strongest desires. When a person whose heart is filled with happiness stands in front of the magic mirror, he/she will only see his/her own reflection. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I've never met my family before. I longed for family so much, so I saw the Potter family standing behind me."

Harry lowered his eyes and said listlessly.

"That's right, that's how it is!"

"I, Bill, Charlie, and Percy, they are all so outstanding. Even Fred and George, who are always causing trouble, have been praised by the professors more than once for being exceptionally intelligent. I aspire to be better than them, so I see myself winning countless trophies."

"My child, perhaps you haven't even realized it yourself, but your strengths are second to none."

"Me? Uh, it was pitch black, I couldn't see anything, sir. Is there any special explanation for my situation?"

It couldn't be that the content was too explicit and was censored, could it?

Dumbledore straightened up, a dark glint flashing in his deep blue, penetrating eyes. "Lestrange, I've never encountered anything like what you're describing, nor do I know the reason. However, I do know that this mirror has a very strong hallucinogenic effect. I've seen too many people lose themselves in the images created by the magic mirror, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, to the point of falling into a state akin to madness."

Luo Bin: →_→, You don't know? Nobody would believe that!

"I'll move it tomorrow. Where I move it to is none of your business. If you happen to encounter the Magic Mirror again someday, be prepared. Remember, there's absolutely no benefit in indulging in false illusions and forgetting the beauty of real life. Alright, it's getting late. You three should put on your invisibility cloaks and go to sleep!"

Dumbledore got up and walked toward the door, but Harry called out to him.

"Sir, what did you see when you looked into the Mirror of Erised?"

"I?"

He gazed at the imposing magic mirror and murmured, "I see myself holding a pair of light gold wool socks. Ah, the festive season comes and goes, and those clever little devils only give me thick, big books. But I don't lack books to read; what bothers me most is that I have no socks to wear."

"sock?"

Harry frowned in confusion, but Robin knew the reason behind it.

In some places, socks are synonymous with family affection. It seems that Dumbledore always remembered his brother Aberforth and his deceased sister Ariana.

In the original books, the Dumbledore family's past was far more tragic than the word "miserable" can describe.

(End of this chapter)