There are so many moving portraits and murals in Hogwarts, and even the two grotesque lions at the door of the Headmaster's office can chat with people passing by.

Although he still feels novel, Gawain thinks he has adapted to this strange setting.

Until today.

"What gentle eyes are they..."

He stared blankly at the woman on the tapestry.

She is obviously just a figure on the tapestry, but in Gawain's eyes at the moment, she looks like a graceful lady in a long white dress.

Elegant, beautiful, peaceful.

She stood up and smiled and beckoned to Gawain, as if to signal him to move closer.

"You want me to come over?"

Gawain pointed at himself, as if he were talking to himself. But the woman clearly understood, and smiled kindly.

Gawain walked towards him.

"Don't trust anything where you can't see where your brain is. ”

This warning is clearly mentioned in Quentin Trimb's "A Guide to Self-Defense", the textbook for Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Gawain memorizes it very carefully.

But that's how he feels.

- She has no intention of harming herself.

It reminded him of Professor Dumbledore's deep, sincere blue pupils, where there might have been calculations and struggles, but never thought about harm.

It was indeed a subjective feeling, but Gawain was convinced. He walked over to the tapestry and closed his right hand with the woman's palm.

The tapestry dragged him backwards. Or, more precisely, he blended into the tapestry.

After feeling a brief tug, Gawain found himself entering an unfamiliar passage.

It is made of brick and stone, it is not long, only less than ten meters in appearance, and four torches are placed on both sides, which appears to be brightly lit.

Somewhat strangely, at the end of the passage, at the entrance where he came, a very high floor-to-ceiling mirror was placed. At the other end, there is a brown wooden door.

Gawain pressed the handle.

The door is not locked.

In front of him was a small room.

The room was about the size of Gawain's bedroom, with a double bed carved into the shape of a lion on the top of the bed. There are many bookshelves around, but most of them are empty now.

In the middle of the room is a small square table with two chairs. On the square table are two notebooks and a small painting.

The style of the notebook is exactly the same, and it should belong to the same owner.

"Lily Evans"

Gawain opened the title page of one of the books, and the name was written on it, followed by a lot of essays.

"By winter, the red seems to be getting a little darker. ”

"The lake is white? There's no way to verify it. ”

"I heard a sinister smile, there was no figure around, but luckily there was yellow to stop it. ”

“...”

Gawain looked at it cursory and jotted down many interesting fragments.

"I can't take it anymore, and if that's the price, I'll have to give up. Even if..."

On the last page, the original owner wrote neatly.

But it's just such a simple content, and the handwriting is intermittent and the colors are different shades.

It seemed that she was struggling so much that she couldn't make up her mind.

The other was a picture book, but Gawain didn't have a clue. The "picture" is just a mass of haphazard interlaced lines, at least in his opinion, there is no pattern to speak of.

As for the small drawing, it simply depicts a boy's smiling face in pencil. Long hair, thin, with a somewhat long chin, wears a half-sized women's robe.

"How does it feel a little like... Snape? Forget it, how could it be. Gawain shook his head, shaking the apparently ridiculous idea out of his mind.

Although the boy in this painting is a bit of a gloomy, he is very delicate, how could he become like Professor Snape.

Twisted, mean, cold, greasy man.

Tucking the two notebooks into his pocket, along with the small paintings, Gawain looked at the last thing in the room.

Door.

Another wooden door, to be exact.

It was not fitted with a handle, but instead had a copper pull ring, carved into the style of an eagle.

Answer the question. ”

"Everything in the world is about me,

Some people shy away from it.

Stroking and playing will make you lose your mind,

But no attack can hurt me.

The child is happy when he sees me,

The old man was afraid of me, but the girl couldn't take her eyes off me.

I cry when you cry, and I sleep when I yawn,

I smiled proudly.

Answer me, who am I?"

"You only get one chance. ”

A neutral and indifferent voice suddenly sounded in Gawain's mind.

"Mirror? No, it's not. ”

Gawain thought to himself.

On the face of the puzzle, this is not a difficult puzzle because it gives too many obvious clues to refer to.

Children will laugh when they see the mirror, the elderly will sigh when they see the mirror, and girls will be deeply intoxicated when they see the mirror, and they will arrange their makeup.

in the mirror.

Exactly the same as the person who looks in the mirror.

But...

Whoever left this strange room, or this doorknocker that was even more inexplicable than the room, should not be such negligent people.

Gawain already had a vague guess about their identity, and although it was a very crazy and unreliable guess, it was probably correct.

That said, the trap may not be a problem.

And the first two sentences...

"Reflection?"

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration.

Indeed, the answer to the puzzle seems to be a mirror, but the mirror is nothing more than a vehicle for the reflection in it.

"Answer correctly, put on the Inheritance Sword. ”

The indifferent voice rang out, and with a "click", a silver base popped out of the door, with a handle on each side.

"What sword?"

Gawain asked about the tab.

It seemed like a stage in a chain, but he seemed to have missed the previous one.

"Authentication failed. Reason: Lack of necessary proof of ritual. Solution: Wait for the proof of the ceremony to be verified again. ”

The indifferent voice said, and with a "click", the pedestal that popped up on the door retracted again.

The knocker twisted abruptly ninety degrees, and the previous pulling sensation reappeared, and Gawain felt as if he had been squeezed out of it.

"Where is this?"

Gawain didn't return to Gryffindor's common room.

It was a large circular room, with tasteful arched windows on the walls, hung with blue and bronze silks, from which he could see the starry sky.

The ceiling is a dome of stars, and the floor is covered with a warm carpet of dark blue stars. The room has many loosely placed tables, chairs, bookshelves, and in an alcove there is a white marble bust of a woman.

At this moment, the door on the opposite side of the alcove suddenly opened.

A girl with curly brown hair walked in with brisk steps and suddenly saw Gawain.

"Gawain?!"

She froze in place.

PS1: The riddle comes from The Mirror Master of The Witcher 3, and as for why I chose this paragraph, allow me to foreshadow it for a moment. But what is certain is that this is a scrapped case.

PS3: I think Lily's feelings for Snape are very complicated, and it's hard to say that there is no element of liking in it, but I think it's more of an impression of Seaver.

Lily was undoubtedly extremely talented, otherwise she would not have been able to use the spell to protect Harry, but she didn't seem to be that strong.