A ruined Hogwarts

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 supported, with a line of words engraved on the top: Eristra ehluait Ubika Fruait 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 that Dumbledore had definitely put this mirror here specially 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 was confused by Harry's sorting situation and daily performance, and couldn't help but want to know 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 it?" Harry's somewhat frightened voice came from in front of the mirror, with rapid breathing, "There are many people in the room!"

Owen glanced sideways at the door and could only see Harry's figure. The little wizard, who had been made invisible by the magic spell, was reflected in the mirror, covering his mouth with a pale face, and a pair of green eyes looking around in panic under the round spectacles.

"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."

"They will strangle the little wizard who accidentally wanders in, 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..."

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Harry followed him in a daze. 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... that they don't look like them?" .I mean, they all look a bit similar to me, like... like my parents and relatives..."

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

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

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

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?"

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

Despite Owen's words, Harry began to feel restless. He stood up and walked back and forth in front of Owen, looking like he was hesitant to speak.

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

"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.

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

"Hey, hey, baby Potter, do you like Peeves' loving hug?" Peeves grinned widely, and the figure that rushed forward turned back in an instant, and got into Harry's body. Come out and make a squealing sound.

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

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

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

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

"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 excitedly.

"Where?" Owen closed the book in his hand with a snap.

"Ha, let Peeves think about it. 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.

"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..."

"Peeves can't move that thing!" Peeves jumped up like a rubber ball and shouted reluctantly, "There is a kid in the middle of the forbidden corridor on the fourth floor who has touched it!"

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

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

Peeves's 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.

"Aha, Peeves has an idea!" He flew out 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..."

The ear-piercing screams echoed far away in the silent castle, seeming to make the ground tremble. Peeves' figure disappeared through the ceiling, but the penetrating voice was still faintly heard, accompanied by the tinkling sound of armor and statues being shattered.

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 thought 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.