HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 111 Double Mirror

The two old fathers nearby quietly observed Alison's reaction, but they really couldn't see anything.

Dumbledore also chose to ask directly.

"Alison, what did you see?"

Alison didn't want to say that she had seen the family photo. That was too childish and would likely cause her father to pay less attention.

Yes, less attention.

Children who cry get candy, but sensible ones are often ignored. Trust and reassurance mean less attention, while danger and precaution mean constant attention.

If there was no Gellert, would Dad pay so much attention to Scamander? If there was no Voldemort, would Dad pay so much attention to Potter? Danger is the protagonist, and only when danger appears will someone be found to solve it.

Thinking of this, Alison's eyes darkened slightly, and the smile on her face was a little casual and lazy.

"...Of course, it's to see me rule the world~"

Dad will definitely see through a lie, but he can't accurately guess what's hidden behind the lie without using Legilimency. Sometimes a lie doesn't have to be convincing, it's enough to cover up and mislead.

Grindelwald gave a short laugh.

Dumbledore's eyes remained calm and gentle, with no obvious reaction, as he calmly and cooperatively evaluated her lies.

"Then you have great ambitions."

Alison was amused by this gentle comment and a more genuine smile appeared in her eyes. She raised her foot and prepared to leave the mirror. Her heterochromic eyes moved slightly and she glanced casually, but suddenly her face changed abruptly and her pupils shrank slightly.

As if Erised were facing a different person again, the scene in the mirror suddenly changed again.

This time, there is only Alison in the mirror, just like she is really looking in the mirror, and the clothes and scenes have not changed - but this is not because she herself does not have desires, lives a life of extreme happiness or despair.

The person in the mirror looked at her calmly, with an indifferent expression on his face, with a kind of divinity that is often seen in statues, which seems compassionate and ruthless. But he didn't look like a living person, and didn't have Alison's usual eccentricity.

There was no one around that Alison.

She was motionless, but her body was rapidly dying, festering, and decaying...but her indifferent expression remained unchanged, as if she felt no pain.

Alison outside the mirror could even clearly see the gradually exposed flesh and bones, the slippery and soft internal organs, the shriveled, deformed and rotten faces... It was extremely weird and disgusting.

In the end, as the physical body disappeared and disintegrated, what reappeared outside was a higher life form that was free from the constraints of the physical body, composed purely of energy, with a strange shape and strange and incomprehensible behavior - it was not the ghosts in the school. 'He' no longer had a human form and was suspected to be a ball of energy from ancient magic.

The evolution of life forms touches the realm of gods in myths and legends, but it is death in the human sense, and human cognition completely disappears.

Obviously, as a life itself, the instinctive desire for evolution was also judged by the Mirror of Erised as an inner desire, resulting in the appearance of a double mirror image.

Outside the Mirror of Erised, the mask-like smile that Alison usually had on her face completely disappeared. She looked at the mirror expressionlessly, like a lifeless beautiful doll. Her strange eyes were like glass beads, and were somewhat similar to the indifferent expression of the person in the mirror.

The entire short video in the mirror lasted only a few seconds, but the two old fathers who had been paying attention to their daughter immediately noticed something was wrong.

Dumbledore, who had been gazing at his daughter intently, strode forward, took Alison into his arms, inadvertently blocking the Mirror of Erised, and lowered his head to blink at her kindly.

"…Little Ellie?"

Grindelwald also walked over and gently placed his warm, dry hands on the back of Alison's neck and cheek.

There seemed to be a slight pause of a few seconds, and then Alison, who had been expressionless, put a smile on her face again. She lowered her eyes and looked well-behaved, as if she had come back to life.

“…It’s nothing.”

She murmured to herself, her voice so low and imperceptible that it was barely audible.

"…I can't possibly desire that kind of thing."

Even as she said this, she pulled her father and daddy away from the mirror, and then hugged her father, who gave her a sense of security.

Dumbledore watched thoughtfully, but chose to respect Alison's reluctance to speak out, and did not ask any further questions. He patted her back gently and hugged her with Grindelwald.

The two old fathers exchanged glances silently, and both saw worry in each other's eyes.

Grindelwald guessed that Alison would see the three of them, a happy family of three, but now this reaction felt strange to him.

If she had seen her family, she shouldn't have reacted like this, after all, he and Al were there, and her previous calm reaction was more like that.

The Mirror of Erised shows desire, not fear, but Allison's reaction just now didn't seem like she saw the thing she most desired.

Alison held them, chirping lively, and was busy complaining that she was bored and wanted to leave.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald looked at each other. Although they still had many questions, they just thought about her abnormality and followed her away.

Alison left here at a faster pace than when she came. She was unusually listless and not curious about anything. She didn't have the leisure to argue with her father, but just hugged her father and father's arms tightly, completely lacking a sense of security and relying on them.

……

Principal room.

Back in the principal's office, the three of them sat on the sofa, Alison leaned against her father quietly, and sat in a daze. Grindelwald saw Alison's handwritten copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone on the table, and took it over with interest to read it.

"..."

Touching his daughter's long red hair, Dumbledore was the first to break the silence softly.

"Are you ok?"

Having calmed down, Alison rubbed her father's arm lazily, then became unsteady in her sitting position and gradually fell into his lap.

“…I’m fine.”

Grindelwald asked casually while flipping through the book.

"What did you see at that time?"

Alison bared her teeth as if she was going to bite him, and it was obvious that she had regained her energy and was ready to provoke her father.

"Didn't I tell you that you've become the king of the world? And you're still standing by, busy serving tea and water to His Majesty!"

Dumbledore couldn't laugh or cry.

Grindelwald closed the book, put it back on the table, and turned to look at Alison.

"You know, lying is not a good thing, kid."