The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Rolf quickly took out the magic mirror and fed the freshly baked soul energy to the human face in the magic mirror.

It was as if he had taken some big tonic, his whole face was filled with a happy smile, and Rolf also noticed that his expression seemed to become richer.

This was the first time he saw Magic Mirror's smile, it had always been expressionless before.

Just when Rolf wanted to continue observing the magic mirror, Thomas interrupted his observation: "Send me back quickly, it's too dirty here!"

Who would have thought that the unicorns living in the forest would think this place is too dirty? You just look holy, how come you have the attribute of mysophobia?

Rolf had no choice but to stop observing the magic mirror, sent Thomas back to the farm, and then walked out of the Room of Requirement with his magic mirror in his arms.

But after he closed the door of the Room of Requirement, he remembered that Thomas had just thrown the Ravenclaw Diadem on the garbage mountain, and he hadn't gotten it back yet.

So he casually placed the magic mirror next to the Room of Requirement, then opened the door again and walked in.

The position just now was too far inside, and Rolf spent a lot of energy before he returned there and put the Ravenclyde diadem into the warehouse.

Rolf felt that his brain was really failing now. How could he think of anything even if he could leave such an important thing here?

He felt that he urgently needed some sleep now, otherwise he might be at risk of sudden death.

I originally thought that obtaining a cultivation space would be an exciting thing, but practicing in it was like a poppy, making people want to stop.

But Rolf really realized the importance of regular rest this time, otherwise the points deducted from his own academy might be more than those of Gryffindor's group of little lions who are used to not following the rules.

But when Rolf left the Room of Requirement, he stood there blankly...

"You...are?" Rolf looked at the door in surprise as a man with black hair combed over his shoulders stood at the door. His pupils showed a touch of gem-like emerald, and the fluttering eyelashes seemed to be able to speak, which made Rolf

I couldn't help but be stunned.

"Rolfe, you..." She just said a few words, and she was stunned. Wait, what is going on? Who made the female voice just now?

Rolf looked at this young lady whose facial profile looked like Harry's, and looked at her with some confusion. She seemed to recognize him?

"What's going on? Why did I become like this?" The young lady suddenly covered her face in panic, and then she squatted down again and got in front of the magic mirror, wanting to see what she had become.

What does it look like.

A small lightbulb suddenly appeared in Rolf's head, and he seemed to know who this was...

"You're not Harry, are you?" Rolf asked in a lower voice to the long, straight black man who was in a state of madness.

Rolf was surprised to find that there were some crystal drops of water between her fingers. Could it be that she was crying?

Harley suddenly hugged Rolf, then lay on his shoulder and cried loudly. Her bewildered look made Rolf equally bewildered.

"Harry, what happened?" Rolf had already confirmed that the long, straight black man was Harry, but her crying look obviously couldn't solve the problem.

"I...I just...saw a mirror suddenly appear here, and wanted to come over and take a look. I thought it was also a Mirror of Erised!" Harley told intermittently.

Rolf was confused after hearing this. What's the Mirror of Erised? Isn't that a first grade mission item?

I don’t want what you think, I want what I think!

Rolf hugged Harry, who was still sobbing on his shoulder, and turned around, facing the magic mirror he had casually placed in the corner, hoping to get useful information from him.

Through the connection between the wooden contract and the magic mirror, Rolf finally figured out what happened to Harry.

It turned out that when Harry was looking in the mirror just now, he always thought it was a new Mirror of Erised, and he kept thinking about his parents.

But the magic mirror couldn't turn one person into two people at the same time, so he chose the image of Lily that he liked more and applied it to Harry's body.

Oh, no, it was applied to Harley.

Rolf had a headache again. Looking at Harley, whose personality had become a little fragile because she had become a girl, he asked the magic mirror how he could change back.

The magic mirror said that there was nothing he could do to help, and the transformation would last for three days. The only solution now was to wait three days for Harley to recover on her own.

"Why are you here?" Rolf tried to divert Harley's attention by changing the subject, but answering the question did not seem to delay Harley's sobbing.

She sobbed intermittently and said: "Pomfrey... Madam said that I... was almost recovered, so she discharged me from the hospital..."

She seemed to want to say something more, but the more she thought about it, the sadder she became, and the sadder she became, the more she wanted to cry, and she cried even louder.

Rolf quickly put the magic mirror into the warehouse, supported Harley with one hand, and held her head, which was a little headache from crying, with the other hand.

After he got the magic mirror, he had no chance to use the transformation function, so he almost forgot about this function of the magic mirror.

In addition, my mind is now too sleepy to move, otherwise I wouldn't have acted like a mentally retarded person by leaving something as important as a magic mirror at the door when I need it.

First it was Ravenclaw's diadem, and then it was the magic mirror. This day, my brain felt like it had been eaten out of my skin. What's wrong? Isn't it because I didn't sleep well?

This is just a plate of peanuts, otherwise Rolf would not be so drunk.

But the top priority now was to solve Harley's problem. He supported Harley, who was crying and couldn't stand up, and walked back to the school doctor's office again.

I only hope that Madam Pomfrey, who can cure all diseases, can be of some help to Harley's current state...

"Who is this? What's wrong with her?" Madam Pomfrey asked curiously as she looked at Rolf, who had just been discharged from the hospital two days ago and was holding a girl she had never seen before.

"emm..." Rolf didn't know how to speak, but he knew the harm that could come from hiding a disease and refusing treatment, so he had no choice but to tell the truth:

"I have a magical item passed down from my family that can turn the person looking in the mirror into what he wants, and Harry looked into that mirror without knowing it..."

"What?!" Before Rolf could finish his words, he heard Madam Pomfrey stand up in surprise. As she stood up, the stool under her was brought down.

She looked at Harry in surprise, who had just walked out of the school doctor's office, and asked with some suspicion: "Are you kidding me? Yes, I must inform Dumbledore immediately!"

PS: VOICE VOICE!!! Harley has already appeared, why don’t you take out your tickets to celebrate?