Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Unlike Tiera, who used her Christmas vacation to intensively study and absorb knowledge, Harry seemed a little idle.

Not only did he not participate in the twins' snowball fight, Ron even invited Harry to play wizard chess, but Harry also seemed a little absent-minded.

Every day Harry looked forward to the arrival of night.

When Tiera is resting at night, she will spend half her time reading books or secretly recording and analyzing the magic in her diary.

Therefore, Tiera knew clearly that Harry would quietly get up from the bed every night, put on the invisibility cloak, stop by Tiera's bed for a while, and then gently walk down the stairs.

On this day, Harry took a familiar route and arrived at the abandoned classroom.

Harry saw the smiles of his parents in the mirror again... and an old man with a beard...

"So you're here again, Harry?" the bearded old man said, sitting on an abandoned desk and shaking his legs.

Harry felt as if his insides were suddenly frozen into ice.

He immediately turned around and looked back. The bearded old man sitting on a table by the wall was none other than Albus Dumbledore.

Harry must have walked straight past him just now. He must have been too anxious to look in the mirror and didn't notice Dumbledore at all.

"I, I didn't see you, sir." Harry whispered nervously.

"It's strange, it's obviously you wearing the invisibility cloak and not me." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw a smile on his face that was very similar to Tiera's.

"So," said Dumbledore, sliding off the table and joining Harry on the floor, "you, like hundreds of others before you, have discovered the joys of the Mirror of Erised."

"I didn't know it was called that, sir."

"But I guess you already know its magic power now?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"It, oh yeah, I see my family..."

"You also made your friend Ron see that he has become the president of the Student Union." Dumbledore paused and said with a smile, seeming to be in a particularly happy mood, "And our little genius who is as cute as a porcelain doll, Tiera.

... He also saw his parents, the place where he used to live, and his pet puppy."

"How did you know..."

"I don't have to have an invisibility cloak to be invisible." Dumbledore said gently, "Well, can you think about what the Mirror of Erised made us all see?"

Harry shook his head. He had a suspicion in his mind, but he didn't want to admit it.

"Let me explain. The happiest man in the world can use the Mirror of Erised as an ordinary mirror, which means that what he sees in the mirror is his own image. Do you understand something?"

Harry was thinking. Then he said slowly: "Mirrors make us see what we want...no matter what we want..."

"Yes and no," Dumbledore said softly, "it allows us to see only the deepest and strongest desires in our hearts. You have never seen your family, so you see them standing there

Around you. Ron Weasley has always been dwarfed by his brothers, so he saw himself standing alone, the best among them. And Tiera, he was longing for the past, he desperately wanted to go back

Go to the place where he used to play, because his parents died unexpectedly, and he..." Dumbledore paused here, "He may have longed for his parents to live to old age..."

"However, this mirror can neither teach us nor tell us the truth. People waste their time in front of it, obsessed with what they see, even driven crazy, because they do not know what is in the mirror

Is it real and possible?"

"The mirror will be moved to a new place tomorrow. Harry, I ask you not to look for it again. If you happen to see it one day, you must be mentally prepared. Indulge in illusory dreams and forget about reality.

Life is useless, remember...Okay, that's it for today, why don't you put on that wonderful invisibility cloak and go back to sleep?"

Harry stood up.

"Sir...Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you a question?"

"It goes without saying that you just did that." Dumbledore smiled, "But you can ask me one more question."

"What did you see when you looked in the magic mirror?"

"Me?" Dumbledore said with a chuckle, and stood up as well, lifting his bright purple robe a little towards Harry.

Only then did Harry realize that Dumbledore, an old man who was probably over a hundred years old, was dressed very childishly today. He was wearing a loose purple robe. Under the purple robe, he was wearing a pair of light blue starry cashmere pants with the bottom of the tight pants tucked in.

Put it inside a pair of thick wool socks of the same color.

"I have received what I wanted before this year. Now I just hope that you little wizards will have a bright future."

Harry tilted his head in confusion.

"Hahahaha!" Dumbledore seemed to laugh happily, reaching out and rubbing Harry's head, messing up Harry's soft hair.

"Go back to bed quickly. The little wizard will not grow taller if he sleeps too late. Although there is a potion that can solve this problem, the potion tastes as bad as a moldy milkshake." Dumbledore said.

"Yes, sir." Harry nodded.

"Oh, by the way, Harry." Dumbledore stopped him again.

"What's the matter, sir?" Harry asked.

"As a friend, you should find an opportunity...to remind our little Tiela that it is a good thing to have goals, but don't push yourself too hard...let him take a proper rest...some things...no matter what

Trying hard is useless, after all..." Dumbledore seemed a little confused about whether he should say the next words, "After all, the dead cannot be resurrected. Harry, you must also remember this sentence, there is no power in this world.

It can bring the dead back to life."

"Okay sir." Harry seemed a little disappointed. After nodding, he quickly disappeared from the door of the classroom.

After Harry disappeared, Dumbledore was soon the only one left in the abandoned classroom.

Dumbledore stood blankly in front of the Mirror of Erised, the shadow behind him like a lonely and desolate river.

Dumbledore's old bark-like face showed loneliness and isolation that could not be concealed.

"Tiera...Gellert...Grindelwald..." The vague words coming out of Dumbledore's mouth echoed in the dark classroom.

Dumbledore looked at the Mirror of Erised with some confusion.