[Hunter] Private Meteor Street High School

"Tell me... boy... what did you see in the mirror?" The tall man took another step closer, his blood-red eyes were eerily protruding and almost popped out of their sockets due to excessive force, which made Harry Very restless.

...It hurts just looking at it.

Also, this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—no, it might be more accurate to say that he is a professor of the Dark Arts class—had a [-]-degree reverse bending of his lumbar spine and it did not break.

Harry swallowed, trying to concentrate on staring at the Mirror of Erised, trying to stop his wild thoughts.

"Tell me, what did you see?" The voice raised another syllable, as sharp and harsh as a girl's long fingernails scratching a frosted glass blackboard, the flat snake face was almost distorted, and the lips trembled and screamed.

I really want to cry, there is nothing in the mirror, what do you want me to say, big brother!Harry flattened his mouth aggrieved.

"My patience is limited..." The surrounding light was dim, and Voldemort's face was even more treacherous under the dancing candlelight.

The green eyes of the classmate of the Redeemer were fixed on the Mirror of Erised. Don't look at him, Harry, he told himself.Although it is unlucky to look in the mirror in the middle of the night, it is better than facing Voldemort.

"I assume you have normal hearing, Potter!" growled an impatient Voldemort. "What's in the mirror!"

Oh my goodness.

Unfortunately, the distance was too close, and unfortunately, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of that gorgeous face. Harry's stomach suddenly churned, and the cookies mixed with bananas and ketchup for dinner rushed up.

It hurts his eyes.

Harry stared at the Mirror of Erised, don't open your mouth boy, you will vomit if you open your mouth, and you will lose if you vomit.

"Drilling—"

"I said, I said!" Harry shouted in surrender, raising his spineless hands in surrender. Although he didn't know what spell that Crucio or something was, it was very uncomfortable to say it from the mouth of this fallen devil. Wonderful, "Don't get excited, buddy!"

"..." Who is your buddy now.

The mirror was blurred like fog, and Harry said nonsense: "I saw that I became the president of the student union!"

"Nonsense! You're lying!" Voldemort screamed like a woman.

"No way! It's all the truth, let me tell you," Harry was bewildered in his brain, not knowing what to do, and shouted at the top of his voice step by step, "I swear this is... eh?"

The water vapor in the mirror gradually dissipated, and the mirror reflected a flustered self.

The panicked expression became calm and calm like a camera cut, and Harry in the mirror grinned, and took out a bright red stone with the soft light of jewelry from his pocket and put it in again—is he sick with snake scriptures?

The trouser pocket dropped heavily, and something really fell into it.

Harry felt as if his heart was falling heavily.

Principal, you killed me!

"What did you see?" Voldemort felt something was wrong, and asked the boy whose expression was like the sky was falling.

"Ah?—Ah!" Harry reacted slowly, swallowed, and nervously perfunctory, "I saw that I smashed the mirror, and there was a stone inside."

"Break the mirror." Voldemort ordered with unspeakable excitement.

"Why—" Harry muttered dissatisfiedly, and then succumbed to his wand, "Don't! I can't go! Talk about it!"

Taking a look at his own slender arms, under the stern gaze of Voldemort and the current dean of Gryffindor, Harry rubbed to the corner to pick up a clay pot, and threw himself at the mirror with his eyes closed.

There was no bloody head as imagined, just fell hard to the ground.

Bah - disgusting - what a bad smell.

Harry coughed and tried to get up, only to be surprised that he was clearly outside.

And all around are hills of rubbish piled up, stretching endlessly, extending to the horizon.

Hahaha just kidding...

"Hey, newcomer." The boy who stood in front of him with folded arms raised his chin at Harry at some point, "Take off your clothes."

Nima, do you want to be so harsh!The wild shame play is not suitable for me who is pure!