A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 56 Mirror of Erised

Owen leaned against the door and squinted his eyes, watching as the curtain covering the huge thing in the room was pulled aside by Harry, revealing a very majestic mirror underneath.

The mirror has a gorgeous golden frame, and the smooth and straight mirror surface reflects the sparkling moonlight. Under the mirror are two claw-shaped feet supporting it, with a line of words engraved on the top: Eristra Ehluait Ubi

Kafruait on Voges.

If you read this line upside down, it means: What I show is not your mirror image, but your inner desire.

"Mirror of Erised..." Owen muttered, lowering his eyes and playing with the wand in his hand.

There was no need for him to speculate. Dumbledore had definitely placed this mirror here specifically to lure Harry in. Not only did the magic mirror appear much earlier than in the original work, but even its location was changed. Perhaps Dumbledore

Bullido was confused by Harry's sorting situation and daily performance, and couldn't sit still and wanted to know more about him in advance.

No matter what, the Mirror of Erised, which can reveal people's true inner desires, is definitely a good way to test a person.

"O... Owen, did you see that?" Harry's somewhat frightened voice came from in front of the mirror, with rapid breathing, "There are many people in the room!"

Owen squinted at the mirror by the door, and could only see Harry's figure. The little wizard who had been made invisible by the Disillusionment Curse was reflected in the mirror, his face was pale and he covered his mouth, with a pair of green eyes.

He glanced around in panic under his round glasses.

"Well, there are a lot of people." Owen laughed mischievously, "It seems that this room is filled with invisible ghosts. They are all ghosts who have died in Hogwarts for thousands of years, day after day.

Sun and Di wandered around the castle lonely and resentful, and would be trapped in this room late at night, waiting for the scapegoat to fall into his trap."

"Where is it?" Owen closed the book in his hand with a "pop" sound.

"Okay, sorry, excuse me." Harry nodded eagerly, and as soon as he opened the door, he bumped into the silver-white figure rushing in from the door.

"Huh?" Harry stared at him, and after a long time he said calmly, "Were you scaring me just now?"

"Peeves, you can't stop past students, can you?"

"Peeves can't move that thing!" Peeves jumped up like a ball and shouted reluctantly, "In the middle of the forbidden corridor on the fourth floor, a little devil has touched it!"

The piercing screams spread far and wide in the silent castle, seeming to make the ground tremble. Peeves' figure passed through the ceiling and was invisible, but the penetrating voice was still faintly heard,

It was also accompanied by the clanging sound of armor and statues being smashed.

"Aha, Peeves has an idea!" He flew through the wall suddenly, shouting loudly with a voice like a broken gong: "There is a little devil out for a night walk! Arrest him quickly! The fax machine is around

On the right side of the building, come here quickly! Quack quack..."

"Peeves, what are you doing here?" Owen was so loud that his head hurt.

Harry felt his fist harden, but he quickly ignored it: "You mean, I read it right, they might really be my family? They...they are here?"

"Hey, hey, baby Potter, do you like Peeves' loving hug?" Peeves grinned widely, and the figure that rushed forward in a hurry turned back and penetrated Harry's body.

came out and made a squeaking sound.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like you are mocking him!

"Yeah, your expression was really funny at that time." Owen said casually.

"Ha, let Peeves think about it carefully. Peeves has collected more and more chalk heads, and he also has silly tricks..." Peeves pretended to clasp his fingers, with a pair of malicious eyes.

His little eyes looked hard at Owen.

"They will strangle the little wizard who accidentally wanders into them, and then possess his body to live on his behalf. The scapegoat will become one of them, wailing miserably in pain and regret all day long..."

Although Owen said this, Harry began to feel restless. He stood up and walked back and forth in front of Owen, looking like he was hesitant to speak.

Owen rolled his eyes, paused after walking out of the room, then politely closed the door and continued walking towards the auditorium.

"That mirror is obviously a magic item. It can probably reflect your family." Owen took out a book called "Standard Spells, Level 7" and looked at it by candlelight, and said calmly, "But it's just an illusion. Don't worry.

Too serious."

"You can go if you want. You'll be dizzy here." Owen glanced at him.

"Well, the Mirror of Erised reflects people's greatest desires at this moment. I really just want to get that fax machine and have a good sleep."

Peeves made a grimace and rushed over. The funny, enlarged smiling face hit him on the head with a bang, knocking him staggering and causing stars to appear in his eyes.

"That's enough, Peeves!" Harry shivered from the cold and stamped his feet bitterly.

Owen took a serious look at Peeves' expression and felt that it didn't look like he was faking it, so he jumped up from his chair, grabbed his suitcase and ran out.

Owen smiled in a good mood and narrowed his eyes, then slowly walked into the room, stood in front of the mirror and took a look.

Peeves also flew more than a meter away in the air, shook his head, put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly.

"Maybe." Owen lazily curled up on a chair, holding his chin in one hand and said without interest.

"Peeves found the fax machine!" Peeves let Harry go in a flash, winked at Owen, said triumphantly, and even did a backflip in mid-air with excitement.

"You have to think clearly. Our original agreement was that you would bring me the fax machine." Owen said leisurely and gracefully, "If during this period of time, someone else has accessed it first..."

In Owen's gloomy narration, Harry, who was already startled, said "Ah". Before he could take a closer look at the figure in the mirror, he ran out of the door like a gust of wind and stood on the other side of the corridor to help him.

He leaned on his knees and gasped for air.

Harry followed him in a daze, and after the two of them entered the small room on the side of the auditorium, he said belatedly: "Owen, are those really ghosts? Why do I feel... they don't look like them?"

.I mean, they all look a bit similar to me, like... like my parents and relatives..."

He saw himself smashing the damn fax machine to pieces and then returning to his own sweet sleep...

Peeves' black eyes rolled with evil intentions, and his desire for a good show took over: "Peeves has already told you, haha, don't even think about ordering Peeves to do things! Peeves is a free ghost!"

" He smiled strangely to himself, thinking it would be more interesting to see Owen's discouraged expression after his failure.

"...I really want to smash this thing." Looking at the scene in the mirror, Owen couldn't help but grind his teeth.

"Ouch..." The silver-white ghost passed directly through his body, making him tremble.

At this moment, Peeves' chaotic and evil nature took over, and he was so crazy that he couldn't care about anything at all.

"Huh, I knew it." Owen didn't expect Peeves to be reliable, so he just climbed the stairs quickly. Harry felt that he could help, so he ran up with his wand.

Filch's angry shouts could be heard in the distance, as well as waves of whispers and rustling footsteps, all approaching the right side of the fourth floor.

In the silent night, the sleeping castle seemed to be completely awakened.

(End of chapter)