The feast was over quickly, the other students seemed to be unsatisfied, and Malfoy was going back to his Slytherin dorm room to catch up on his sleep, he was tired from the events of the past few days, especially the day when he destroyed a Horcrux. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But just as he raised his foot and was about to step out of the restaurant, a tall black figure stood in front of him.

"Mr. Draco, given some of your behavior outside the school, Professor Dumbledore would like to speak with you alone. Looking up, it was Snape's sallow face, but Malfoy even felt a hint of kindness in contrast to the harsh tone of Gryffindor.

"The principal's office is on the eighth floor, so you can go by yourself. Snape looked hurried, as if there was something else waiting for him to do.

"That's right. Snape had already turned away, as if he had suddenly thought of something, turned his head and said, "The password is Butterbeer, don't forget." Then he strode out of the restaurant, not knowing which direction to go.

"What should come will always come. Malfoy felt a little powerless.

"Are you alright?" Pansy tapped him on the shoulder, apparently hearing the conversation as well.

"Silly girl, what can I do. Malfoy rubbed Pansy's hair and comforted her. "I guess he's just asking some random questions, don't worry, the Ministry of Magic has already been punished. ”

"Okay. Pansy puffed out her cheeks, clearly dissatisfied with the answer, and her instincts told her that it wasn't that simple.

"Go to sleep, girls need sleep. Malfoy used a killer weapon.

"Yes!" Pansy snapped her cheek. "I was crazy to sleep late on Christmas Eve, so I have to make up for it early today. He hurriedly ran in the direction of the Slytherin girl's dormitory, and did not forget to turn around and say, "If you are criticized, I will comfort you tomorrow, so don't worry." ”

"How do I feel like she wants me to be criticized? Malfoy touched his chin and thought.

Malfoy then walked up the stairs to the eighth floor, where the hallway was empty, with only a stone monster standing beside it, which was very noticeable.

Malfoy slowly walked in front of the stone monster.

"Butterbeer!" he said. The stone monster jumped aside, the wall behind it splitting in half, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it, and Malfoy stepped up it, spinning in circles and rising higher and higher, until he finally reached the door of Dumbledore's office with its brass knocker.

"What a quirky taste. Malfoy muttered as he looked at the sphin-shaped brass knocker.

"Knock knock. Malfoy slammed the door three times.

"Please come in. It was Dumbledore's voice.

"Good evening, Professor. Malfoy said as he approached Dumbledore's office.

He looked around him carefully, it was a wonderful room, large and stylish, miraculously the room was still round, and the walls were covered with portraits of the old headmasters, both male and female, all snoring softly in their frames. There was also a huge table in the room, with claw-shaped legs, and on the slender legs of the table were a number of delicate silverware, which swirled and spewed small puffs of smoke, and on the shelf behind the door was his pet, the Phoenix Fawkes.

"Sit down, kid, and relax. Dumbledore said kindly.

"Headmaster, I'm sorry this happened. Malfoy didn't sit down, but bowed to Dumbledore.

"Oh, I believe it was just a misunderstanding. Dumbledore waved his hand, his blue eyes flickering behind his glasses, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I called you here today just to talk to you, I seem to be so concerned about Harry that I almost forgot to care about the best students in our first year. Dumbledore said as he put his ten fingertips together, it was his habit.

"The professor has won the award. Malfoy said modestly, but there was a chill in his heart: "Old glass, you should care less about me, your Harry is preparing to steal the Philosopher's Stone." Of course, he doesn't show it in the slightest.

"Hmm—" Dumbledore groaned, as if thinking about something.

Dumbledore suddenly got up and made his way to the corner, and as Dumbledore moved, Malfoy's gaze shifted with him.

"I think you'll find it interesting. In the corner, Dumbledore whispered a incantation, and the black cloth hanging from an object suddenly flew away, revealing something covered.

It is a very imposing mirror, high to the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame and two claw-shaped feet underneath. Engraved at the top is a line of words: Eris Stra Ehruitu Bika Frua Iton Wohes.

"Mirror of Eris. Soon Malfoy came to a conclusion.

"Approach it and tell me what you see. Dumbledore's voice remained soft.

"Yes, Professor. Malfoy had no choice but to respond.

It was a mirror that allowed one to see the deepest and strongest desires of one's own heart, and Harry saw his own family, and Ron saw himself as the president of the student council, with the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup in his hand. It seemed like a long distance, and Malfoy walked slowly, thinking, "Voldemort must have seen the all-knowing and all-powerful God in the mirror, so what is my desire?" ”

No matter how long it is, it will always be finished, not to mention that it is so close.

Malfoy stood still in front of the mirror, closing his eyes and then slowly opening them.

"Huh. Seeing the sight in the mirror, Malfoy couldn't help but laugh awkwardly.

"Son, what do you see? Dumbledore's voice floated slowly, as if with magical power, making people unconsciously want to say it, Malfoy couldn't help but turn his head to look, his eyes were firmly fixed on Malfoy, his eyes were sharp and bright, very penetrating.

"I see—" Malfoy's answer seemed to be about to blurt out, but his eyes suddenly began to struggle, and after a brief moment, his eyes became clear.

"Dementors?" Malfoy regained his senses as he clenched his fists as flames of anger burned in his chest.

"My mind is not open to anyone. He thought. "If you want to see, then let's see. Malfoy held his breath, closed his brain, and visualized a plausible image.

"Ahem. Dumbledore suddenly coughed violently, his silver-white beard couldn't help but tremble, and the pupils under his blue eyes contracted sharply, obviously shocked by the image.

"Professor, I don't think it's a good habit to use Regents on students. Malfoy sneered.

"You actually learned Occlumency. Dumbledore was a little embarrassed and helped his glasses.

"Otherwise, my secret would have been revealed today. Malfoy said angrily.

He can understand Dumbledore, the current wizarding world can no longer tolerate the rise of a new Voldemort, which will be a devastating blow to the entire wizarding society, Dumbledore can understand in order to strangle the sprouts in the cradle, but understanding is one thing, tolerance is another, not to mention that this is related to his biggest secret, he can't open his memories to him, he can only choose to fight.

"You're a lot like a person. Dumbledore said quietly. Even better than him. With that, Dumbledore seemed to be drained of his strength, and sat down in his chair, as if he had aged a few years out of thin air.

"I'm different from him, I have love in my heart. Malfoy said lightly, and was about to turn away, today's exchange was not a good experience for both of them.

"What's that scene all about?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

"You can interpret it as a dream of mine. ”

"He's not going to do that. ”

"Who knows, maybe it's not the Dark Lord he hates the most, it's you!" With one last sentence, Malfoy slammed the door shut, causing a loud noise that seemed to shake the entire floor. Even Fawkes, who was on the shelf, seemed to sense the unusual vibe and began to sing.

The song of the phoenix has magical powers: it strengthens the courage of the pure at heart, and releases the fear of the filthy inside.

After a burst of singing, Dumbledore's mood calmed down, but his expression was still complicated, he quietly looked at his collection of silverware, not knowing what he was thinking, but a faint wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth from time to time.

"I hope so. He muttered under his breath.

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There was still a bustle in the Gryffindor lounge, with students at school and at home telling their stories about what they had seen and heard at Christmas.

"Hermione, you don't know if you're not at school, Harry and I saw a magical mirror, and that mirror was amazing. Ron said excitedly at the table.

"Yes. Harry nodded. "I still see my parents in that mirror. ”

"I saw me become the President of the Student Council, and I won the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup!" As if trying to show off, Ron recounted what he had seen.

"Ron, that's just an illusion. Hermione said.

"I know, but it still looks great, doesn't it?" Ron still babbled.

"You can't live in dreams, don't rely on dreams and forget about life, can you?" Hermione said.

Dumbledore said the same thing, and I think so, it was an illusion after all. Harry nodded again, then continued, "We should face reality, but Ron, my dream may never come true, and there may be hope for your dream." Harry then encouraged Ron.

"Let's let him learn to finish his homework seriously first. Hermione didn't seem to be in a good mood and got up to leave, apparently going back to her bedroom.

"Can't she say something nice?" Ron patted the table, visibly upset.

Actually, I think she has a point. Harry whispered.

"Harry, even you say that. Ron clutched his forehead in pain, "Okay, I see, I'll try." ”

Hermione was about to step out of the Gryffindor common room and return to the women's dormitory, when she was stopped by a weak voice.

"Hermione!"

"Neville, what's the matter with you?" Hermione turned to see that Neville was calling her.

"I've heard everything I said, and I think you're right. Neville said slowly.

"What did I say?" Hermione wondered.

"That's what happened in the dining room, I know you mean Malfoy. Neville lowered his voice. "I'm also sure he wouldn't do that kind of thing. ”

"How do you know? do you trust him that much?" asked Hermione, her face changing.

"He helped me. ”

"You're a pureblood. ”

"But I'm a pure-blood, not even a normal Muggle. Neville continued, "He's helped me find the toad, he's got the crystal ball, and I'm sure he's not that kind of person." He paused. "Hermione, you think so, don't you? Malfoy, he's a nice guy. ”

"I'll explain it to Harry when I get a chance, I believe him. Neville said slowly but surely, raising his fist and walking out the door.

"Good guy?" muttered Hermione. "Am I not even as good as Neville?" Hermione's heart was mixed, admiring Neville's courage and regretting her cowardice.

Back in the bedroom, Hermione, sitting at the desk, fiddled with the piece of paper in the meager orange light, staring at the few lines of handwriting on the piece of paper in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.