In a panic, Vio pushed the door of a nearby classroom that looked abandoned—and it was pushed open!

There was no time to rejoice, but Vio quickly ducked inside, she looked around the classroom, pushed hard through a desk, slammed it across the door, and pressed the deadbolt tightly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Huh, where's the little cub?" Filch followed, and soon his voice rang out outside the classroom where Vio was hiding—with exasperation and reluctance, he pushed the doors of all the classrooms in the hallway, but found nothing.

Eventually, he cursed and walked away, his voice resounding through the hallways and not being heard until much later.

Vio went limp and let out a long sigh.

At this time, she finally had time to look at the classroom in front of her, and on the mottled gray wall, there were a few empty picture frames hanging crumblingly, and it seemed that the people inside did not plan to return to these photo frames.

Directly in front of her, a pile of discarded tables and chairs was piled up like a hill. Vio shook her head, none of this was anything, she turned to the right side, and suddenly her eyes lit up-

It was a very ornate mirror, so high that it almost filled the classroom, squeezing the chandelier aside.

Its golden frame is surrounded by intricate and beautiful patterns, and the support of the mirror is two claw-shaped feet.

At the top of the frame is clearly engraved a line of words: Eris Slaithruait, Uhruait, Ubika, Fruait.

It was so long and awkward, and Vio couldn't understand it at all, she could only guess that it was some kind of ancient spell on the magic mirror.

She knew that this was the Mirror of Eris, which allowed people to see what their hearts longed for most - affection, love, power, and even destiny.

But at the cost of indulging in the illusion in the mirror, people are often prone to lose due interest in real life.

Vio knew she shouldn't have tried, but, for some reason, she took a deep breath and stood in front of the mirror.

Unsurprisingly—she saw her own mom and dad—her twenty-first-century mom and dad, her relatives and her close friends, all cheerfully greeting her, and her mom hugging her tightly, as she used to do a long time ago.

Vio stared at the mirror without blinking, slowly touching her mother's arm in the mirror, but even though they smiled brightly at her in the mirror, they still didn't let her feel any real touch.

Vio's eyes filled with tears.

In a blurred vision, she saw the worried looks of her relatives and friends in the mirror, but none of them spoke.

"I'm fine, I'm here, it's good. Take care, Mom and Dad. Vio whispered.

The crowd in the mirror, as if hearing her words, their eyes were gentle and their smiles were sad.

Vio didn't say anything more, she pressed her face to the mirror, imagining being in her mother's arms, basking in the sun, spending a long winter afternoon.

I don't know how long it took for the Hogwarts auditorium bell to ring, and Vio realized that the morning had passed. She was completely absent from both of Professor McGonagall's Charms classes.

Vio stood up with a sad face, she looked in the mirror for the last time, her parents, relatives and friends waved at her reluctantly, and she said as firmly as a promise: "Wait for me, I will come back." ”

She stomped out of the classroom, making sure the door looked flawless from the outside, and then ran cautiously down the corridor.

Walking in the direction of the sound coming from the hallway, I don't know how many stairs I went down, finally, Vio seemed to be in the foyer of the auditorium.

The students made her way through the foyer, and she habitually walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down where Harry, Ron, and Hermione used to sit and wait for them.