All things are three at Hogwarts

Allen held his breath and listened, but there was no sound again. He took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly and said to himself, "I'm too nervous and imagined it?"

"Alan." The voice came again.

This time, the sound was louder. It sounded sad, almost pleading. It came from a very far away place.

"Alan."

In the surrounding mirrors, Allen found that the expression on his face was extremely serious and he looked very nervous, but he finally heard the direction of the sound clearly, which was coming from behind the mirror.

"Luna, is that you?" Alan tried to yell at the mirror.

"Ellen! You finally heard it!" Luna's voice became clearer and clearer.

"Ellen, keep going forward, defeat yourself, and you can come over." Luna's voice was suddenly amplified countless times, and then fell silent.

No matter how much Allen called, Luna's voice never appeared again.

"Beat yourself? Where to go?" Allen had no idea what Luna was talking about.

Allen understood every word she said, but when put together, Allen was completely confused - so he simply chose a random direction and walked forward, and the scene in front of him changed drastically.

The wide mirror space seemed to be extended infinitely, stretching into the distance. This mirror space seemed particularly cold. Except for Allen and his mirror clone, the surroundings were empty and silent.

Allen stopped and said, "There is no end to this."

"There is no end to this journey!" said a familiar voice.

Allen clenched his wand and stared at the visitor closely, as if facing a formidable enemy. Allen was not the only one here.

Alan was surprised to find that his mirror image and figure in the mirror were gone!

These mirror images come together in one place, from transparent to gray to black, solidifying and growing. Allen's mirror image passed through the cold mirror quietly and quickly approached Allen.

He smiled at Alan, an odd, familiar smile. "Hello, Alan!" He stopped a few steps away from Alan.

Allen frowned and stared at this strange thing, and finally realized that he was staring at himself - yes, it was Allen himself, and the other person had turned into Allen's appearance.

Allen on the opposite side was smiling at Allen, and that smile was as cold as the glass mirror surrounding them that could no longer reflect the human form.

"Don't be afraid," he said, "I'm your mirror image."

Allen was not afraid. In fact, he was a little happy that he understood Luna's words - as long as he defeated his mirror clone, didn't he defeat himself? As long as he defeated the mirror clone in front of him, he should be able to see Luna.

The mirror clone's eyes - Allen's eyes - stared at Allen greedily, like a dog staring at a fleshy bone.

Allen looked serious, but the mirror clone smiled particularly happily.

"You have to stay here!" the mirror clone said.

His voice echoed in the silence, like icicles piercing the glass, "I am the one who is leaving. I will replace you and gain your glory, family affection, and friendship."

Allen clenched the wand in his hand and stared at his mirror clone. Why didn't he look scared at all? Is he so sure of victory?

"Why are you so nervous?" The mirror clone showed an evil smile and stared at Allen closely. "Are you so afraid of your other side, Allen?"

"That's how I am, you know." The mirror clone continued, "I am your mirror image, your other side, your cold side. You don't have to be afraid, just accept your next fate obediently!"

Although Allen didn't know what the mirror clone could do, he clearly understood one thing: if he just sat there and waited, his mirror clone would switch places with him - his mirror clone would return to Hogwarts, and The real Allen will be trapped in this mirror space forever, this cold, deathly silent space.

Allen stared at his mirror clone and decided to stall for time, ask him questions and give himself some time to think.

"Whose mirror is this? Who made it?" Alan asked.

The mirror clone opposite shrugged: "How do I know? I'm just your mirror clone, you know?"

Allen continued to ask, "But how could..."

"The time has come." The mirror clone interrupted him eagerly, "Don't try to delay time with stupid questions. It's time for us to switch positions. It's time for you to be my mirror clone!"

The mirror clone suddenly split into six, roaring towards Allen like a strong wind. After Allen fired several magic spells and found that they were ineffective, he quickly let himself run. He was wondering what magic spell he would use to crush himself. mirror.

Allen's legs ran forward rhythmically. The two arms were swinging. It was very clear and bright here. Allen couldn't tell whether he was running or not. When he was running, he didn't make any sound, and there was no air blowing on his face.

However, Allen continued to run forward - running in this seemingly endless, cold, flickering light.

Allen's mirror clone was chasing behind him, but Allen couldn't hear his voice, but Allen knew that the mirror clone was behind him.

He knew that as long as he was caught by the mirror clone, he would be finished and he would be locked in this empty world forever. He could not see, hear, smell or touch anything. He would be locked in this place forever. In the cold glass world.

"Stop, Allen!" Allen heard his mirror clone shouting from behind, "Stop now."

His voice sounded anxious! Why is he anxious? He said before, "It's time!" So, after a certain period of time, does he have nothing to do with himself? ——Alan ran harder.

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