Harry Potter and the Old Ones

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

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

Every day Harry looked forward to the night coming.

Tierra would spend half of her time at night reading books or secretly recording and analyzing the magic in the diary when she was resting.

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

On this day, Harry came to the abandoned classroom by clearing the car.

Harry saw his parents smiling again in the mirror...and an old bearded man...

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

Harry felt his insides freeze to ice.

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

Harry must have walked right past him just now, he must have been too eager to look in the mirror to notice Dumbledore.

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

"It's strange, obviously you are wearing the cloak instead of me." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Harry was relieved to see the same smile on his face as Tierra's.

"So," said Dumbledore, sliding down from the table and sitting on the floor with Harry, "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 suppose you know its magic by now?" said Dumbledore, laughing.

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

"It also made your friend Ron see himself as the president of the Boys' Student Union." Dumbledore paused, and said with a smile, as if he was in a particularly happy mood, "And our little genius who is as cute as a porcelain doll, Tierra …He also saw his parents, and the places where he used to live, and his pet puppy."

"How do you know..."

"I don't need an invisibility cloak to be invisible," said Dumbledore gently. "Then, can you think about what the Mirror of Erised makes 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, that is, what he sees in the mirror is himself. See something?"

Harry was thinking. Then he said slowly: "The mirror makes us see what we want... whatever we want..."

"No, no," said Dumbledore softly. "It allows us to see only our deepest, most intense desires. You have never met your family, so you see them standing All around you. Ron Weasley had been dwarfed by his older brothers, so he saw himself standing alone, the best of them all. And Tierra, he was nostalgic for the past, he was desperate to get back To the place where he used to play, because his parents died unexpectedly, he..." Dumbledore paused, "He may wish his parents to live to old age..."

"However, this mirror can neither teach us nor tell us the truth. People spend their days in front of it, fascinated by what they see, and even driven crazy because they don't know everything in the mirror. Is it real, is it possible."

"The mirror is moving to a new place tomorrow, Harry, and I beg you not to look for it again. If you happen to see it one day, be prepared. Indulge in unreal dreams and forget the reality of reality." Life, it's useless, remember... well, that's all for today, why don't you put on that wonderful invisibility cloak and go back to sleep?"

Harry stood up.

"Sir...Professor Dumbledore? May I ask you a word?"

"Needless to say, you did just that." Dumbledore smiled, "However, you can ask me another question."

"When you looked into the magic mirror, what did you see?"

"Me?" Dumbledore laughed, and stood up, lifting his bright purple robe a little towards Harry.

It was only then that Harry realized that Dumbledore, an old man who might be over a hundred years old, was dressed childishly today. He was wearing a loose purple robe. Under the purple robe, he was wearing a pair of light blue star cashmere trousers. into a pair of thick wool socks of the same colour.

"I have received what I wanted before this year, and now I just hope that all of you little wizards have a bright future."

Harry tilted his head in confusion.

"Hahahaha!" Dumbledore seemed to laugh happily, reached out and rubbed Harry's head, messing Harry's soft hair.

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

"Okay, sir." Harry nodded.

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

"What is it, sir?" Harry asked.

"As a friend, you should find a chance... Remind our little Tierra that it is good to have goals, but don't push yourself too hard... Let him take a proper rest... Some things... No matter what Efforts are useless, after all..." Dumbledore seemed a little confused about whether to say the following words, "After all, the dead cannot be resurrected, Harry, you should also remember this sentence, there is no power in this world Can bring the dead back to life."

"Okay sir." Harry seemed a little lost, and after nodding, he quickly disappeared at the door of the classroom.

After Harry disappeared, Dumbledore was soon alone in the abandoned classroom.

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

Dumbledore's old bark-like face was full of loneliness and loneliness that could not be concealed.

"Tierra...Gellert...Grindelwald..." The vague words from Dumbledore's mouth echoed in the dark classroom.

Dumbledore looked at the Mirror of Erised in a daze.