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Ryan and Hermione's adventure is almost coming to an end, but Harry's adventure has just begun.

On the first day of vacation, Harry received a Christmas gift from a mysterious man.The gift is an invisibility cloak.

When Harry first got the invisibility cloak, he was full of doubts.Because, the note that came with the cloak said that this invisibility cloak was his father, but Harry had not seen his father since he was a child.This was the first time he had something about his father.

The curiosity in Harry's heart made him toss and turn and couldn't fall asleep at night, thinking about the invisibility cloak.

In the first few days, Harry had no intention of wearing the invisibility cloak. Perhaps he didn't know what he should do.During the holidays at Hogwarts, most of the students had gone home, only Harry and others were still in school.

Maybe it's because the cloak was left to him by his father.Harry had a desire to go out alone wearing a cloak. He didn't want to wear this invisibility cloak for the first time with his friends.

Driven by this strong curiosity, within two days, Harry couldn't bear it anymore.

He tiptoed out of the dormitory, down the stairs, through the common room, and crawled through the portrait hole.

"Who is it?" the fat lady asked in a hoarse voice.Harry said nothing.He walked quickly down the corridor.

Where is he going? He stopped and thought, his heart pounding.Suddenly, he remembered.Restricted section of the library.He could do as he pleased until he found out who Flamel was.He wrapped the invisibility cloak tightly around his body and walked forward.

The library was dark and eerie.Harry lit a lamp and carried it past the rows of bookshelves.The lamp looked like it was suspended in mid-air. Although Hanli felt himself holding it with his hand, the sight still made his hair stand on end.

The restricted area is at the back of the library.Harry carefully stepped over the rope that separated the books from the rest of the collection, held up the light, and read the titles.

However, he couldn't figure it out from the title.The peeling, faded gilt letters spelled out words that Harry couldn't understand.Some books have no titles at all.There was a dark stain on one of the books.It looked like blood stains and looked very scary.

The hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood up.He felt that there were waves of vague whispers coming from the books, as if those books knew that there was a person who shouldn't be there who was there. Maybe it was his imagination, maybe not.

He had to start somewhere.He placed the lamp carefully on the floor and looked along the bottom of the bookshelf, looking for a book that looked interesting.Suddenly he saw a large black and silver book.The book was heavy, so he pulled it out with difficulty, placed it on his knees, and let it open on its own.

A shrill, blood-curdling scream cut through the silence - the book was screaming. Harry slammed it shut, but the scream didn't stop. It was a high, continuous, deafening scream. tone.He staggered back a few steps, and the lamp was knocked over and immediately went out.

In panic, he heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside. He quickly inserted the screaming book back into the bookshelf and ran away.Almost at the door, he passed Filch, whose pale, furious eyes looked right through him.Harry slipped under Filch's outstretched arms and bolted down the corridor, the scream of the book still ringing in his ears.

He suddenly stopped in front of a tall suit of armor.He was in such a hurry to escape from the library that he didn't pay attention to where he was going.Maybe it was because it was so dark that he couldn't tell where he was.He knew there was a set of armor near the kitchen, but he must be five floors above the kitchen now.

"Professor, as you said, if someone wanders around at night, they will report to you immediately. Someone was in the library, in the restricted area."

Harry felt the color drain from his face.Wherever he was, Filch must have known a shortcut, for his slimy, greasy voice came closer and, to his horror, he heard Snape's voice answering .

"Forbidden Book Zone, then they can't go far, we will definitely catch them."

Harry stayed where he was as if there were roots in his feet. Filch and Snape turned the corner from the front.They couldn't see him, but the corridor was so narrow that if they got closer, they would bump into him. The cloak did not make him disappear physically.

He stepped back step by step, trying not to make a sound.There is a door on the left that is open a crack.This is his only hope.He squeezed in sideways, being careful not to touch the door.Thank God he finally made it into the room.They didn't notice anything and just walked over.

Harry leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath and listening to their footsteps recede.It was so thrilling just now, so thrilling.It was a few seconds before he began to pay attention to the scene in the room where he had taken refuge.

It looked like an abandoned classroom.Many tables and chairs were piled up against the wall, forming a large, dark shadow. There was also an upside-down wastebasket. However, on the wall facing him, there was something that seemed to be placed. Things that don't belong here seem to have been put here temporarily because there was no place to put them.

This is a very imposing mirror, reaching to the ceiling, in a gorgeous gold frame, supported by two claw-shaped feet.The top is engraved with a line of words: Erisstra ahruait Ubi Kafruait en Voges.

Now that Filch and Snape's voices were no longer audible, Harry's nervousness relaxed.He slowly approached the mirror to take a look at his own image, but the mirror was empty.He took a few steps closer and stood in front of the mirror.

He had to cover his mouth with his hands to keep from screaming.He turned sharply.His heart was beating crazier than when the book was screaming just now because he not only saw himself in the mirror, but also saw a lot of people standing behind him.

But there is no one in the room.He panted sharply and slowly turned to look in the mirror.Yes, there was him in the mirror, his face pale and frightened. At the same time, there were at least a dozen people standing behind him in the mirror.

Harry turned his head and looked behind him, but there was still no one there.Could it be that they were all invisible? Could it be that he was actually in a room with many invisible people, and the magic of this mirror was to reflect them all, invisible or not? He looked at the mirror carefully again.

In the mirror, a woman standing behind him was smiling and waving at him.He reached out and groped behind him.If that woman really existed, Harry should be able to touch her. They were so close in the mirror, but all Harry touched was air. The woman and the others only existed in the mirror.

She was a very beautiful woman, with dark red hair, and her eyes were exactly like mine, Harry thought.

Then he noticed that she was crying. She was smiling and crying at the same time.The tall, thin man with dark hair standing next to her put his arms around her.The man wore glasses and had disheveled hair, with a bunch of hair on the back of his head sticking up disobediently, just like Harry's.

Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose almost touched his own in the mirror.

"Mommy" he whispered, "Daddy"

They all looked at him and smiled kindly.Harry slowly looked at the faces of the other people in the mirror one by one, and found that they all had the same green eyes and noses as him. A little old man even had the same uneven knees as Harry. Harry was looking at it. For the first time in his life, he was with his family.

The Potters smiled and waved at Harry.He stared at them hungrily, pressing his hands against the mirror glass as if he wished he could swoop in and be with them.He felt a sharp pain in his heart, half from joy, half from deep sorrow.

How long he stood there, he did not know.The image in the mirror never faded away. He looked and looked and couldn't get enough of it. It wasn't until some sounds from a distance made him regain his senses.He couldn't stay here, he had to go back to sleep.He reluctantly looked away from his mother's face, whispered, "I'll come again," and hurriedly left the room.