Hogwarts at night has always been full of mystery, making people want to explore everything about it, but it is also wonderful and puzzling, just like a peerless beauty, stunningly beautiful and yet inevitably touching. Clueless and hard to please.
But from time to time, she can't help but open her seductive arms to people.
——After searching all the rooms on the second floor, Harry and Draco found a mirror in the classroom they were looking for first.
"We clearly saw this place just now, it's empty," Harry huddled himself under the expensive cloak, and stepped in carefully with some confusion, not letting any bit of dust contaminate his tightly wrapped cloak. "I'm sure and sure, this place is completely empty."
His voice sounded clearly and loudly in Draco's head instead of his ears. It seemed a little weird in this empty classroom, but the latter was used to it - and in such a dark place, paper-and-pencil communication was obviously unrealistic, and It's inconvenient, and it's easy to expose yourself by reading paper with a lamp.
"They said this mirror has no pattern," Draco replied in a low voice, "Maybe we are just so unlucky that it took so long to encounter its pattern."
"Are you sure this is the one?" Harry looked up and saw a mirror placed in the middle of the room, which could be said to be impartial and even extremely accurate. If diagonal lines were drawn with chalk on the four sides of the room, this mirror would undoubtedly be at the intersection of the white lines.
"That's it," Draco lit up the tip of his wand and shined it up like a flashlight. After seeing a line of unreadable inscriptions, he affirmed, "It has the words they said."
Harry waved his hand and let the door of the room close by itself. Then he took out a palm-sized searchlight from his pocket. After turning it on, it finally gave the mirror a high degree of visibility.
"Wow," he exclaimed when he saw what the mirror looked like, "it's really cool."
"It doesn't look like human craftsmanship." Draco said, "It looks more like..." Several collections in Felton's cabinet. Thinking of this, he squeezed Harry's hand a little tighter.
The fear in his heart surged up again, and the urge to run away became clearer and clearer - as long as he didn't know whether the painting was a prophecy, he could still lie to himself that it was not true. But immediately, he gritted his teeth and swallowed his fear and impulse together, because no matter what, he could never let what happened in that painting happen to his friend next to him.
He would never let such a tragic situation happen to Harry.
He was scared, frightened, and with an indescribable spirit of resistance. He knocked his teeth up and down, staring at the mirror that was said to be able to see the future.
This mirror is very large and very high. The two people raised their necks and estimated that it was probably as high as the ceiling, which was beyond the length of ordinary mirrors. It was probably not a particularly old antique, because it was a mercury mirror with surrounding The frame of the picture is made of gold, which is more common in noble families. The carvings are not like the old antiques that Draco has seen, which are mainly portraits, legends, flowers, fruits and plants, but an extremely common pattern, which makes this The age of the mirror has become more and more advanced.
Draco moved the wand down and saw that the mirror's support frame was in the shape of two claws, and looking up, the searchlight illuminated the inscription that was 'supposedly' in every version - erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. Every letter is in English, it's not even a complicated cursive, but when read together it makes people unable to understand what it means, as if they have never learned English.
He endured all his emotions and looked at the mirror tremblingly... But at that moment he realized that what he saw should only be his own future. This made him immediately look at Harry nervously, but he also immediately realized that Harry had already I looked at the mirror for a long time, but there was no reaction.
Could it be that that scene also appeared in the mirror, and Harry must have been frightened. When Draco thought about this, he quickly squeezed Harry's hand and called him softly: "Harry, Harry?"
"You don't have to scream twice," Harry replied strangely, "I'm not asleep."
"Who told you that - I mean, did you see anything?" Draco swallowed and asked tremblingly.
"I was just about to ask you," Harry whispered, "Did they say what activation spell is needed for this mirror?"
"There is no such thing!" Draco was startled. He quickly turned his head to look at the mirror and replied, "They said that as long as you stand in front of the mirror..." His voice was suddenly silenced at the end of his words.
The mirror, which looked like an ordinary mirror before he got closer, suddenly revealed to him what was supposed to be revealed in the mirror.
Draco and the man in the mirror stared at each other. As for the man's platinum blond hair, gray-blue eyes and pale skin, Draco almost subconsciously raised his left wrist, revealing a black mole on his wrist, and the other man sneered, as if laughing at his move, and then He also raised his left hand, revealing an identical mole in the same place.
"Are you... me?! Could it be me like this?! Are you kidding me!" He couldn't help but mutter to himself, and finally shouted out loud, startling Harry: "Draco?!"
Draco didn't have time to pay attention to him at the moment. He stared at the man in the mirror almost with his mouth open. It was a man who was very similar to him and his father. It could be seen that the platinum blonde hair was loose and untouched. A little bit of hairspray, and the bangs are scattered in front of the forehead - that's it.
This... let's call him a young man. This man was wearing a Muggle jacket and jeans, which made Draco feel hot just looking at him. He couldn't help but put the fingertips of his free hand and blow on them. He took a breath; and behind this man was obviously the American street that Draco had seen, but the perspective was wrong! Where is he standing? ! On the glass windows of a skyscraper? ! Wait, he's still taking off his clothes! What's that under this man's jacket and jeans? !
Draco believes that he can accept art that is not his own aesthetic. He can even accept body art, as long as the model's figure is good enough... But this does not mean that he can watch a person with a great figure who looks like he is running naked. Tights! He also noticed that the man was even talking after taking off his coat. Based on the shape of his mouth, he was probably——
"What kind of American do you think would climb a skyscraper in tights and say, 'I am the king of this world?'"
Draco looked back to Harry with a bit of a breakdown.
"...Ah?" Harry blinked, replying to him a little confused in his head, "Superhero or supervillain...did you see anything?"
Draco: "………………"
His eyes were fixed on Harry's neck, as if his eyes were going to penetrate the thick cloak and land on the wound. He feels that he doesn’t really want to be a super villain, but does a superhero make him less reliable? !
Draco was completely lost at this time - this is definitely not a 'mirror that can see the future'. If this kind of thing is his future, then he might as well jump off the Avengers Tower now. Prove that he has a heroic heart.
He shook his head and was about to say, 'Go back to sleep,' or 'This mirror can't really predict the future. Hearing Harry scream in his friend's mind, when Draco came to his senses, he had already covered Harry's eyes with a slap, and he was breathing nervously and hard, with a look on his face. The heat suddenly became very hot.
It was so timely that I did this. Draco looked at the palm that covered Harry's eyes, gasping and thinking. At the same time, he swallowed and took a step closer to the mirror. This step was heavy because he couldn't tell that he wanted to get closer and see everything clearly. , still took a few steps back and yelled that it was not true.
Fear, fear, uneasiness, and disappointment completely disappeared from him in this moment. Harry thought, instead there was an unknown heat, burning from Draco's heart to his fingertips like fire.
He curiously shook the other person's arm with the hand holding Draco: "I can't see it anymore - what did you see? Can't I see it? But I can't see it either! You forgot that you heard You said that - everyone can only see their own scene, I can't see what you see."
I'm not afraid you'll see this. Draco covered his hot face with his free hand, and the corners of his mouth trembled, not knowing what expression to make. Like a panicked bird, he refused to take his hands off Harry's face. He couldn't help but look at the scene again and again. After one glance, he felt his eyes were burned and had to turn his head. , and the next second I couldn't help but peek over.
He is like a child who is forbidden to eat candy. When the candy jar is placed in front of him, he can't help but steal a piece of candy from it. Perhaps at first, his good self-control made this child just want a piece of candy. But when the parents stopped looking here, the child could not resist the temptation and secretly took away piece after piece of candy with his little hands. Whenever he took away a piece, he would hide far away, as if the candy jar and the It doesn't matter to him, but he is often the one who opens the sugar jar next time, and the time interval is still very small.
The scary thing is that this behavior makes Draco feel like a child eating candy - every time he does it, his guilt and self-control tell him that he can't do it again, but it's like a child licking candy. , no matter how hard you swallow, the sweetness in your mouth seems to overflow, making people feel happy, breeding the desire for the next crime, and when they succeed, they are so happy that they want to sing.
I can't do it - but it makes me feel good - no, I can't do it - I just want to do it!
After some mental struggle, Draco finally covered his hot face that couldn't control the temperature at all, and quietly looked at the mirror through his fingers.
Standing next to the strange man in tight clothes was a man also wearing tight clothes... The strange thing was that the former made him want to shout 'obscene! ', the latter makes people's eyes roll. It's not really strong, but it has broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, a very long neck and ten fingers, and its posture is like a tree with quite tough branches, tall and straight but has its own softness... For example, even if Draco is right No matter how many times I yelled "dirty", I would praise her round buttocks, smooth and round shoulders, and a stretch of white wrists exposed under the sleeves of her tights that attracted people's imagination.
No, no, no, that's not the point! The point is, this man, no, this young man who seems to be only a college student (this was given to him by Harry Science), has messy black hair, a bunch of messy ornaments, and a pair of shoes that will not make people angry even if they are cremated into ashes. The green eyes that recognized the mistake, and the grin that spread out were so familiar that Draco subconsciously put on an expression of disgust, then quickly pursed his lips and put it back.
The man who seemed to be him smiled and said, "I am the king of this world." Draco thought he was an idiot, but this man just smiled...
——His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as strong as beating a drum.
And these two people were holding hands and waving to him in the mirror. The one with platinum hair seemed to have said something, causing the black-haired one to kick his ass. There were no more intimate behaviors, but Draco was still sensitive. Suddenly, he saw that the identical rings on their hands were emitting an inconspicuous halo.
This scene, such a small detail, made him feel more eager than any previous scene - eager to see this detail a few more times, eager to have this magical scene exist for a few more seconds.
…………
When he came to his senses again (this state had been repeated many times tonight), Draco found that his hand was pulled in mid-air, because the person holding him was easily picked up.
Draco shuddered and saw his uncle carrying Harry away with a 'you're done' expression on his face, while Felton - oh, he happened to be the teacher on duty tonight - was standing there, although he couldn't see His expression was clear, but he obviously wanted to settle accounts with him.
Harry only had time to cast a sympathetic look before he was carefully carried away by Sirius. The latter even asked him in a low voice: "You came here to look at such a mirror in the middle of the night? What did you see?"
Draco wanted to listen to the answer, but when he looked over, he could only see Harry shaking his head in confusion. Sirius asked him if he didn't see it, and Harry nodded hard, almost like a gopher. Hammer, showing how disappointed he was that he couldn't see anything.
Draco, who was left behind, stared at Felton in surprise. In the end, it was the one with small eyes who spoke first:
"This...is not a mirror that can see the future, right?"
Draco himself couldn't tell whether there was desire in this sentence or something else - if this was a mirror that could see the future, why couldn't Harry see anything? Does this mean he has no future?
But one thing Draco doesn't understand is...people always die, and wizards do the same. Why can't Harry see his future? This doesn't make sense at all.
"Of course not." Felton's answer was sarcastic, but the boy breathed a sigh of relief. "A slytherin and a ravenclaw, but not one of them read the sentence backwards. You should have gone to hufflepuff and gryffindor during the sorting last year, so as not to stay here." It’s a disgrace to the current academy.”
Read the sentence upside down
Draco immediately looked up at the inscription on the mirror, read it upside down, and then suddenly realized - erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi, reading it upside down is 'What I show is not your face, but your heart' . '（i show not your face but your hearts）
"This is a mirror to see your own desires," Felton said. "You are all still children, and most of what you want to achieve is future glory, so most students think this shows the future - but in fact, as long as you look at the loss of your parents When the orphans look at it, they will find that it even shows the dead, which is enough to prove that it is not the future."
"No?" Draco said. "Is it really not the future?"
"...The dead cannot be resurrected." Felton paused, then whispered this sentence, his voice was as soft as a sigh, and his attitude was obviously much better than when he scared him in the afternoon, "That is not the future - that painting is not no."
Draco was completely relieved, and his legs were paralyzed. Fortunately, he wanted to save face and didn't just sit down on the spot.
He looked in the mirror again, and saw that the young man with green eyes was holding his arms and talking to that 'self', with a relaxed expression on his face... He hadn't noticed it just now, but now that he looked carefully, this young man was at least the same as the burned portrait. Eighty percent similarity.
"...No, you must be lying to me," Draco suddenly fully understood what Felton meant, and his face turned livid, "This can't be my inner desire - how could this be what I want!"
felton actually sneered: "This shows that what you want, this mirror knows better than you."
As he said that, he pushed aside Draco who was standing in front of the mirror, and took a few steps to stand in front of the mirror: "The person who sees nothing is the kind of person who will be happy no matter what he receives on Christmas."
"The kind of person you are talking about is called a fool." Draco wanted to go over and take a look, but found that Felton was standing in front of the mirror, and he couldn't see anything. "You said this is a mirror that can show the future, then... you see What happened?"
For some reason, he suddenly wasn't afraid of felton anymore. Perhaps it was because the aftereffects of the scene that made his heart and cheeks heat up had not been completely eradicated. He even felt that fear and fear could not squeeze into his body for the time being. Heart.
"This has nothing to do with you." Felton said softly, "You can go back to the dormitory and sleep - Slytherin will deduct ten points for traveling at night."
"...can you see the person in the portrait?" Draco suddenly asked this question out of nowhere.
"Get out!"
What answered him was a sudden low growl - Draco had never seen Felton speak to anyone like this.
I probably guessed it right.
When he was so frightened that he tried to get out on his hands and knees, Draco concluded so firmly that when he stepped out of the threshold, he still couldn't help turning back quietly and widening his eyes.
The hood of felton's cloak was taken off at some point - his long silver-white hair fell down, and the little bits of moonlight that spilled in through the window were extremely conspicuous.
Draco's feet paused for a second, his eyes fixed on the mirror, wanting to see if there was Felton's face.
"You want me to take you back to the dormitory personally?" Felton said.
Draco had no choice but to get out quickly under this threat.
………………
After the boy ran far away, Dumbledore slowly walked in from the door with a lantern and sighed softly to Felton, like an elder looking at his disobedient child.
"I think I did say that - you are not fit to look into this mirror," Dumbledore said gently, "my boy."
"Professor Dumbledore." Felton did not look back. He just stood in front of the mirror and looked at the scene inside. His hand touched the mirror. "This is an accident. You should have heard everything - what do you think?"
"The boy is indeed happy," said Dumbledore. "He is no longer fit for purpose."
"I thank you for James Potter and Lily Potter." Felton turned around, bent deeply towards the old man, and said calmly and respectfully, "Maybe you don't like to hear what I say, but since some people want it, Why not let him go? The prophecy didn't specify which child it was. If Hogwarts' letter doesn't find him and Lupin doesn't see him, you still have to replace him."
"He's different," Dumbledore said. "Very different. He's a very special kid."
"Compared to Longbottom and others, there is no difference," Felton said, "Longbottom can ruthlessly kill the eight-eyed spider that wants his life, but Xavier is determined not to kill anyone... Do you mean that his parents are dead? ?”
He raised his upper body, revealing a pair of light blue eyes that had not seen the sun for a long time, staring directly at Dumbledore. That posture was very promising. Once Dumbledore really nodded and said yes, he would be able to kill St. Mungo's tonight and solve the Longbottom couple. mean.
"He no longer belongs solely to wizards," Felton said softly, "You'd better stop getting involved."
"I'm just afraid that the Dark Lord will not let go of the child he marked with his own hands." Dumbledore faced this threat without any sign of anger. His attitude was still gentle, but with sadness, "Tom never It would change his original intention.”
"He's already crazy," Felton sneered, "Let him go crazy, and then let him drag the upper echelons of the Ministry of Magic to hell, and then push them all to see Merlin."
dumbledore smiled slightly and shook his head at him.
"Death can't solve everything, kid," Dumbledore said, "but no matter what, I can admit to you that I love Harry with all my heart - and he will not be involved in all this."
"I have another question," Felton said. "What do you see in this mirror - what do you see every time? I'm told it's wool socks, and I'm told that answer may not be true."
"What did you see inside, kid?" Dumbledore didn't answer, but asked softly.
felton closed his mouth.
He looked back at the mirror - there was a face of a man who was 80% similar to the boy who just ran out. He looked at his white hair, his dim eyes, and the ghostly black lines crawling up his cheeks, and remained silent.
In the mirror, a man with messy black hair passed behind his figure, holding a boy with the same black hair and green eyes. The appearance of the woman accompanying the child and the man kept changing, and the one that finally stayed The appearance of the woman with red hair and vague face may be because Felton himself couldn’t remember what that person looked like.
But even if he couldn't remember their appearance, Felton felt that these three people were a very warm family...a loving couple and lovely children, perfect. Look, there are many medals on the wall behind the man.
But what does he, the only unsociable person in the mirror, the person who should not exist in this family of three, do?
"Can it really reflect our deepest desires?" Felton looked at the mirror for a long time and was as doubtful as Draco, "I don't think what I want is this...it's so simple and unreasonable."
Is this really what he has been working so hard for?
"It really can," Dumbledore approached him, stretched out his hand to pat his shoulder, and said warmly, "Maybe you just don't know, and that's all you want, kid."
"Yeah."
felton punched the mirror with his hand.
He rested his forehead on the cold mirror, and slowly slid down against the gorgeous mirror. Finally, he shrank into a ball, as if he had angina pectoris and couldn't bear to stretch his chest, and his fingers were so tight that his knuckles were so tight. The fingertips turned white together.
Dumbledore sighed again, and his old and broad palms patted the back of this young man who was quite young to him again and again, trying to comfort and comfort him. This child is usually very difficult to get close to, but he is also very depressed and difficult to be happy.
Even Dumbledore couldn't guess how many worries this young man who had never shown his face had in his heart.
"...Then I'm really useless."
A suppressed and extremely low cry floated out with difficulty from the body that was curled up with almost all the unknown emotions.
