A ruined Hogwarts

Amid the bursts of rebuttal, Owen looked at his surroundings indifferently and said in a lively tone: "Oh, why did we get here?"

Harry took a closer look and realized that they were very close to the room where the Mirror of Erised was stored. He couldn't help but look in that direction, and instantly became absent-minded.

"Let's go see something interesting!" Owen waved to the group of people and headed towards the room.

The others followed curiously, but Harry's mind had already gone to the magic mirror.

Pushing open the closed door, Owen shouted: "Sure enough, it's still here."

"This is..." The little wizards leaned in front of the mirror and looked at it, with incredible looks in their eyes.

"Oh, this..." Neville looked at the mirror in despair.

"Is it true?" Daphne's expression also became worried. She raised a hand against the mirror and stared blankly.

"No, it may be a dangerous magic item. We'd better stay away from it!" Hermione looked at the scene in the mirror for a moment, then suddenly frowned and said loudly, tugging on Neville's robe. He dragged him out of the door with all his strength.

"It's okay, Hermione, I found it a few days ago." Harry said in an erratic tone as he looked at his parents in the mirror with fascination.

"Do you think the way you look now is normal?" Hermione said sternly, "It's tempting you! I don't know, there are many dark magic items that harm those who are not cautious enough!"

"I think everyone should see something different. This is evidence that it is deceiving people. Neville, what did you see?" She turned to look at Neville.

"Well...my parents..." Neville's voice trailed off. He reluctantly looked at his healthy parents smiling at him in the mirror, then forcibly looked away, clenching his fists tightly, but his expression became more determined.

"Look, something is wrong! Let's go!" Hermione raised her voice and glanced across everyone's faces, trying to find a supporter.

Owen looked at the scene in the mirror with a thoughtful expression, then smiled. He patted Neville on the shoulder and looked at Hermione with interest: "What did you see inside?"

Hermione's cheeks turned slightly red. She turned her head and said in an arrogant tone, "I don't think that's something worth talking about."

"Where are you Draco?" Owen asked again.

"That's my privacy, Owen," Draco said slowly, squinting into the mirror.

"Oh my, you two have a good understanding at this time." Owen said with a smile.

"The dog has a tacit understanding with him (her)!" The two said in unison, and then stared at each other fiercely. After each "hum", they turned their heads away with ugly expressions.

"Owen, will what is shown in the mirror come true?" Daphne's blue eyes held a hint of fearful hope.

"Obviously not. It only shows the desires in our hearts." Owen shook his head and said, "It is a false illusion."

"Is that so? I thought..." Daphne sighed and murmured to herself, "I thought I could cure her... You know, my sister, she was born sick..."

The situation of the Greengrass family is not a secret among pure-blood families. Their family has a curse that can be inherited along the bloodline, which is the blood curse. The blood curse activates randomly among the family's descendants. Daphne escapes, but her sister is apparently not lucky enough.

"I know, but it all depends on man, and the scene in the mirror may become reality." Owen ruffled her hair and comforted the depressed little girl softly. Neville, who had the same problem, seemed much stronger at this time, and clumsily comforted her.

Daphne quickly adjusted her mood, smiled sheepishly at everyone, and walked away from the Mirror of Erised in silence.

"Owen, what did you see in the mirror?" Draco changed the topic.

Owen blinked and said honestly: "I saw myself..." He stretched out his index finger and tapped the mirror, and his smile deepened a lot: "And the whole world."

"You want to rule the world?" Draco asked sideways. Everyone looked over.

"No, it's not domination." Owen smiled meaningfully, "The world is my stage, and I just want to perform freely on the stage."

Before anyone else could ask further questions, the door to this room opened with a creak. The old man with a white beard poked half of his head in from outside the door and let out a "huh" sound as if he was extremely surprised.

"There are so many people here. If I wasn't very sure that I haven't lost my sight yet, I would have thought that I had gone to the wrong room." Dumbledore walked in with a smile and raised his hand to push the half-moon on the crooked bridge of his nose. Glasses.

Owen squinted at his white-gloved hands. Dumbledore seemed to notice his gaze, blinked at him, and casually retracted his hands into his sleeves.

"Professor Dumbledore!" The little wizards became at a loss. Even Draco, who usually planned Dumbledore behind his back, shrank his neck.

"I temporarily stored this mirror here, ah, unexpectedly you guys found it." Dumbledore nodded, his bright and sharp blue eyes scanning everyone's faces, focusing on Harry for a moment. "It seems that you have discovered the magical power and charm of the Mirror of Erised."

"No, Professor! I think..." Hermione's face instantly turned red. "I mean, a mirror that can reflect the desires of the human heart, it may not be so beautiful and... safe." Her voice became more and more intense. Small.

"Ah, of course, it allows us to see the most urgent and strongest desires deep in our hearts, and only the happiest people in the world can use it as an ordinary mirror." Dumbledore nodded to Hermione, pleased Said, "People are always easily obsessed with the illusion created by the Mirror of Erised, wasting time in front of it, and even being driven crazy. Being able to maintain a clear mind in front of it is a rare quality, Miss Granger. ."

"I have to give you ten points, Miss Granger. For your rare reason, and for your determination to lead your friends away from temptation." Dumbledore said appreciatively.

The little witch's cheeks burned even redder. Draco curled his lips in disdain.

"So, Harry, I ask you not to come looking for it again. It is useless to indulge in illusory dreams and forget about real life." Dumbledore said to Harry who kept looking in the mirror. , "After today, this mirror will be moved to a new place."

"Okay, Professor." Harry opened his mouth, but finally just said muffledly.

"Ah, look, it's dinner time again before you know it." Dumbledore patted his forehead, "It's time for you to go enjoy your dinner, or would you rather stay and have a meal with me, an old man?"

"By the way, Mr. Filch just told me that someone was dueling in the corridor. It's really strange, isn't it?"

The little wizards bid farewell to Dumbledore with a guilty conscience and ran out of the house.

After Owen walked out of the room, he looked back and met Dumbledore's eyes, which were staring at him thoughtfully. Owen showed a flawless and elegant smile, nodded slightly and walked away.