hogwarts shady

Ryan took a deep breath to relieve the soreness around his eyes.

His eyes calmed down again.

Ryan stared at the familiar faces in the mirror seriously for a while before closing his eyes.

There are high-rise buildings, flashing neon lights, surging traffic, and the fluorescent light of a computer screen.

There was his family, his friends, his colleagues and his annoying department head.

Each one of them came to life, constantly appearing around him as he moved around in the mirror, saying some familiar and unfamiliar words, and finally turned into phantoms and disappeared as the scene changed.

Although there is only a thin layer of glass between them, everything there can never be truly touched.

He knew that everything in the mirror was already in another world that was out of reach.

Ryan opened his eyes. Instead of looking at the picture in the mirror, he tilted his head and moved away.

At this time, Ryan and Justin's figures were just reflected in the mirror.

"What did you see?" Justin asked. He saw something was wrong with Ryan's expression, and his voice became much softer.

Ryan shook his head: "It's nothing, I just saw my family members who are no longer in this world."

"I'm really sorry." Justin said, "But don't be sad. I think the loved ones you see in the mirror don't want you to be sad for them."

"Thank you, Justin." Ryan smiled, "I thought about it a long time ago."

"It's better not to come to this place in the future." Justin said, "This mirror doesn't look like a good thing. It can neither predict our future nor realize our wishes."

Suddenly, an old voice familiar to Ryan sounded from behind Justin: "You are right, Mr. Finch-Fletchley."

The two turned around, and Dumbledore was standing in the corner watching them.

"Professor Dumbledore." Ryan bowed, and Justin immediately followed it hurriedly.

"Good evening, Ryan." Dumbledore's eyes softened.

Ryan touched the speculum on his chest, but it still showed no reaction.

Dumbledore laughed: "Didn't I tell you, there are many ways to interfere with the Looking Glass."

"I didn't expect you to demonstrate on the spot." Ryan curled his lips.

"Don't worry, Nico's thing is still very powerful. I also know the principle of its operation so that I can carry out targeted interference." Dumbledore said, "To be honest, in order to deal with the looking glass and your keen perception, I can It took a lot of effort.”

Justin blinked. He looked at Ryan and then at Dumbledore. He didn't understand the content of the conversation between the two people at all.

"Why are you so..." Ryan frowned.

"It is the duty of every professor to care about the psychological growth of students." Dumbledore said with a smile, "However, Ryan, I remember that your relatives are still alive. Your grandparents have their own cottage outside Windsor, and your maternal grandparents... "

"They are in the east and living pretty well." Ryan replied.

"So, which relative did you see in the mirror?" Dumbledore asked, "Of course, I am not doubting your emotions. Your longing for your relatives is touching, but it does make me more curious. .”

Ryan deliberately showed a helpless smile, and said sadly: "I think you must have guessed it, right?"

Dumbledore's eyes were slightly focused, and he sighed: "I didn't expect that your uncle is so important in your heart."

"Actually, my impression of him is very vague." When he said this, what appeared in front of Ryan's eyes was the appearance of his parents in his previous life. "It has been 11 years, and everything that should be forgotten has obviously been forgotten, but he After all, he is my uncle. I know that he has left me forever, but I regret that there are still many things I have not said to him. Professor, can you understand this regret?"

Dumbledore closed his eyes, and Ryan saw his lips quivering slightly.

The old principal sighed as if he had exhausted all his strength. He opened his eyes, and there was a faint sparkle in his eyes: "I understand, Ryan, every time I think about the past, I will be tortured by this deep-rooted regret."

Ryan sniffed and calmed his voice: "Can I know what you saw in the mirror?"

"Oh, that's the privacy of an old guy like me." Dumbledore shook his head and smiled reluctantly, "I don't want to mention those unpleasant past events in front of the students if it's not necessary."

The principal pinched his nose and his voice finally returned to normal.

Dumbledore said in his usual relaxed tone: "Okay, you also know the secret of this mirror. Just like Mr. Finch-Fletchley said, this is not a good thing. Don't come here again in the future."

Justin nodded immediately and said, "I won't come again, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction, and he turned his attention to Ryan.

Ryan nodded silently.

Dumbledore's eyes darkened a little, and his tone was serious: "Promise me, Ryan."

Ryan sighed and muttered: "Okay, I promise I won't come looking for this mirror again."

"I believe you can all do it." Dumbledore then smiled, "It's getting late, you should go back to bed."

Ryan nodded, and he pulled the timid Justin to the door and stopped.

He turned around, looked at Dumbledore standing in the classroom, and spoke softly: "Professor, seeing the future in the mirror and seeing the past are two completely different things, because the future makes people fascinated, but the past makes people sink. .”

The moonlight shines from the skylight and shines on the Mirror of Erised.The shadow cast by this mirror completely obscured Dumbledore's tall figure.

Ryan was silent for a moment and then asked: "Professor, how many times have you looked at this mirror?"

After saying this, he grabbed Justin and left directly.

Dumbledore was the only one left in the empty classroom. He stared blankly in the direction Ryan left, not knowing what he was thinking.

His body slowly began to tremble, as if he was struggling against an invisible gravity.

Dumbledore let out a low, weird roar from his throat, which was both like the struggling roar of a desperate person and the feeble sobs of a sad person.

He took a difficult step towards the classroom door, but could no longer control his impulse.

Dumbledore looked back, his shoulders relaxed, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, seeming to be mocking his own cowardice.

The next moment, a look of intoxication appeared in his eyes, and a warm smile filled his face.

In the mirror, on a small round table, there were golden roasted turkeys, roasted cowboys and bacon legs, and the warm candlelight illuminated the surroundings.

His father, Percival, was sitting in the main seat, lecturing his brother Aberforth for knocking over the Christmas tree. His mother, Candela, brought out hot red wine from the kitchen, said good things to Aberforth, and wiped it away with her hand. Cake cream at the corner of Arianna's mouth.

The handsome young man with red hair and blue eyes in the mirror sat watching all this with a smile, his expression exactly the same as Dumbledore's now.

He raised his head and met the blurry-eyed old professor.

Dumbledore suddenly trembled violently all over, and hot liquid flowed freely along the wrinkled grooves on his face.

Like a real old lunatic, he beat his chest with his fists dejectedly and with all his strength.

a bit.

again.