Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 71 Obtained Without Any Effort

Looking at the newly bought clothes he was wearing, Ravenclaw frowned deeply.

"This outfit isn't as nice as I imagined..." Ravenclaw pondered, looking at himself in the mirror.

It looked pretty good when I simulated it with the magic mirror, so why does it look so ugly when I actually wear it?

Gryffindor and Slytherin came over and both made it clear that the outfit didn't suit her.

Rowena stroked his chin with his fingers, pondered for a moment, and then asked Godric and Salazar to try out the mirror. The two stood in front of the mirror, and a mysterious smile appeared on their faces.

"What are you two thinking about?"

"Hey, this armor looks really cool."

Ravenclaw: ...

Slytherin didn't reply, but the expression on his face showed that he saw something similar to what Gryffindor saw—a pleasant scene.

After careful examination, Ravenclaw realized the reason: the mirror reflected what they wanted to see in their minds, but the image was automatically embellished in their brains, resulting in a huge gap between reality and imagination. Her magic had a flaw; the mirror couldn't achieve the effect she desired.

But the more she looked at it, the more she felt that these two guys must have discovered an extra use for the mirror. She didn't believe that wearing the same clothes could make them this happy.

After rigorous interrogation, Ravenclaw was surprised to discover that the mirror could not only simulate scenes of himself dressing, but also simulate other visions.

For example, she can imagine herself in the mirror surrounded by a huge stack of magic scrolls.

Magic is truly wondrous; by a twist of fate, Ravenclaw designed a dressing mirror with even more wondrous functions. Following this line of thought, Ravenclaw modified the mirror again and again, ultimately making it a mirror that could peek into and reflect the deepest desires of a person's heart.

She even added a rather terrifying anti-theft spell to it.

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"Hey, Rice, are you alright?" Daphne and Harry called out softly, patting Rice's shoulder a few times to interrupt his reverie.

"I was just spacing out for a moment," Rice quickly regained her composure.

The mirror stirred up too many memories for him, and he had just made a small mistake, unintentionally falling under the spell left by Ravenclaw, but fortunately it wasn't a big problem.

He examined the mirror in front of him more closely: it was very grand, reaching all the way to the ceiling, surrounded by a magnificent gold frame, and supported at the bottom by two claw-shaped feet. It was clear that later generations had made significant alterations to this mirror.

They added ornate borders and meaningful inscriptions to the mirror, and even replaced the mirror surface with a rather luxurious glass mirror, but none of this changed the core of the mirror. It was still the Ravenclaw mirror, only it had been redesigned.

Only she could imbue the mirror with such powerful magic—it could directly read a person's deepest desires! In front of this mirror, everyone was like a naked child.

"You saw your family in the mirror too?" Harry asked from the side, looking into the mirror.

"Really? Let me see!" Daphne leaned closer as well.

But all they could see was Rice standing in front of the mirror, dressed in a wizard's robe, looking calm.

"Only we can see it..." Harry and Daphne were both a little disappointed. But when they stood in front of the mirror, their disappointment vanished.

The mirror reflected their deepest desires, captivating them completely.

Rice's expression changed, and he immediately pulled the two of them away from the mirror.

"Hello!"

"Rice!"

Ignoring their complaints, Rice gently stroked the mirror, deactivated the protective mechanism left by Ravenclaw, and then made way for them.

The spell Ravenclaw left on the mirror is terrifying. It's not a direct form of harmful magic, but rather a very subtle form of mental suggestion. It gradually deepens the person's obsession with their reflection, eventually leading them to ruin, ignoring reality and losing their appetite. The more a person craves their reflection, the stronger this suggestion becomes. Without external intervention, the mind will be completely destroyed, rendering them unable to derive any pleasure from real life.

However, Rice turned off this terrible spell, and now they can enjoy the "beautiful scenery" in the mirror without developing a morbid dependence.

He stood aside, quietly watching Harry and his two companions take turns standing in front of the mirror to satisfy their desires. The process was somewhat tedious, because to an onlooker, the people in front of the mirror were simply gushing over their own reflections.

When people are bored, they will find something to do.

Then Rice made an incredible discovery: judging from the marks, the mirror had only recently been moved here, and someone had placed additional spells on it.

A very interesting spell.

Rice was willing to bet that the mirror was Dumbledore's work. He couldn't help but marvel at Dumbledore's ingenuity. If he were alone, he would definitely applaud Dumbledore's final protective barrier.

He quietly walked to the end of the line and joined Harry and the others in queuing to look in the mirror.

After a while, when it was his turn, Rice took a deep breath and began to clear his mind. He knew that what he was about to do would be very challenging, because it was equivalent to trying to deceive the spell left behind by Ravenclaw.

The image in the mirror shifted and distorted rapidly. After five or six seconds, the image gradually stabilized, revealing Rice's reflection.

In the mirror, Rice is sitting next to a table with all sorts of desserts on it.

Seeing this, Rice smiled with satisfaction: he had successfully concealed his desire. Then he began to fabricate his inner thoughts based on the characteristics of the newly added spell on the mirror.

"I am a pure person."

I have no extra desires.

"I want the Philosopher's Stone, but I don't want to use it."

The image in the mirror gradually changed. The table full of desserts disappeared, leaving only Rice alone. At this moment, the magic mirror seemed to have lost its magic power and was no different from an ordinary dressing mirror.

Suddenly, the reflection of Rhys in the mirror moved, a rather startling sight, but Rhys felt only joy. The reflection reached into its pocket, pulled out a bright red stone, blinked, and put the stone back in its pocket—just then, Rhys felt something heavy actually fall into the inside pocket of its robe.

The pinnacle of alchemy lay quietly in his pocket.

His fingers lightly rubbed against the stone, and after a moment, Rice in the mirror reached into his pocket again and took out the Philosopher's Stone. Rice's pocket felt light, and he put the Philosopher's Stone back in its original place.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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