The mirror reflected a completely different scene from his current one, sitting quietly in the room, the transparent ceiling could see the bright starry sky outside, holding a book in his hand and nesting on the sofa, and there was a pot of black tea and half a plate of melon seeds on the coffee table.

This is what I want?Seamus wondered why he had been longing for this, could it be that there was something wrong with the Mirror of Eris?

However, when he looked at the Mirror of Eris again, it was still the same as he was sitting in the room, but as he zoomed out, he realized that the room was on a large metal building.

Above the transparent ceiling, there were countless turrets, the hideous barrels pointed in all directions, and the room was underneath with huge thrusters and long tail flames. Directly above the room, under the turret, there is an inscription that reads "Truth".

"Kid, you shouldn't indulge in those fantasies, you know they're fake. Dumbledore watched as a pair of pajamas appeared at the classroom door.

Seamus suddenly turned around and broke free from the illusion of the Mirror of Eris, the sight that had just made him addicted, "Yes, Professor Dumbledore, this mirror doesn't reflect the real phenomenon. ”

"Yes, you are a smart person, you should not indulge in falsehood, you should cherish what you have now, go back quickly, I will go back to sleep too. Dumbledore turned to leave, and suddenly turned back, "Then son, can you tell me what you saw, and satisfy the old man's curiosity." ”

"..."Ximo said in his heart, and said slowly, "I saw me sitting in a room, reading, drinking black tea, and eating melon seeds, and that's it." ”

The smile on Dumbledore's face stiffened a little, but he quickly reacted, "It's really a good daily life, your heart is full of yearning for ordinary life, go back quickly, I'm also out to go to the bathroom." ”

After saying that, Dumbledore turned to leave, Seamus shrugged his shoulders, anyway, there was nothing false about what he just said, those turrets were just the needs of daily life, these were very normal, and his heart was indeed full of yearning for an ordinary life.

Seamus walked back to his dorm room, his mechanical watch telling him that it was curfew time, but he wasn't worried, because the old man Filch couldn't catch him anyway.

Before coming to Hogwarts, Seamus thought about helping Filch, although he couldn't change from a Squib to a wizard, but it was still possible to improve his life and mood, after all, he had also served Hogwarts for so many years.

But after coming to Hogwarts and having his first contact with Filch, Seamus deeply understood Mr. Lu Xun's wisdom.

"Poor people must have their hate" In fact, no one deliberately targeted Filch, it was entirely because he was a squib, and what he had encountered over the years made him hate those little wizards, which was self-inflicted.

And for Seamus, who has just entered school, Filch treats him the same, and Seamus gives up contact with him, after all, the pain between people is not connected, and he can't put himself in the shoes of others.

The psychic guard in Seamus' hand never lit up, and he still didn't understand how Dumbledore had let him into this classroom by himself, the greatest white wizard of our time really lived up to his name.

Dumbledore didn't seem to be much stronger later in the story, failing to defeat Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic and being cursed on the Resurrection Stone. But after looking carefully at Dumbledore's information, Seamus realized that this is an out-and-out genius, and a rare all-round genius.

During his time at school, he published several papers on Transfiguration and Charms, and won various awards. A year after graduation, he met Grindelwald, who had dropped out of school, and the two studied magic spells while also learning alchemy with Nicol Lemay, and won several awards.

Later, after separating from Grindelwald, he became a professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts at the age of 24, during which time he published several papers, but not on magic, but on chamber music and the Ten Pillars of Rolling Wood, both of which, although not mainstream, were published on the front page of the Daily Prophet under his influence.

What really brought his influence to its peak was in 1945, when he defeated Grindelwald and imprisoned him in Newmengard, ending the biggest war ever fought in the entire wizarding world.

Of course, before that, Dumbledore had become the Headmaster of Hogwarts back in 1943, and his life history was nothing short of glittering, and if you listed all the honors he received, it could be several inches long.

It is such a great wizard who is called the greatest white wizard of our time, and even compared to the four founders of Hogwarts.

But now, Dumbledore should never focus on him again, and now his mission is to make up for the few mistakes of his life, Tom Riddle.

As time passed, the greatest white wizard had grown old, knowing that he was no longer like when he was younger, facing the imminent return of Voldemort, and could only pin his hopes on the next generation, or it could also be said that he was grooming a successor.

Before coming to the portrait of the fat lady, this time I finally didn't go the wrong way again, and entered the common room smoothly, and the password to open the door changed every week, but it was all thought up by the prefect.

Percy is a man of little imagination, and the passwords to open the door are just a few, "dragon dregs", "cream cake" or something, and Seamus doesn't think these passwords are of any use.

No one but Neville is going to shut themselves out, and even if they don't remember what the password is this week, guess a few more and you'll be able to guess it.

Entering the common room, it is still brightly lit, it is now half past ten in the evening, in the past, there are at most a few couples in the common room, how can it be like now, like a chess and card room.

Not only the junior students, but also the senior students will come out of the dormitory and fight the landlord a few times when they are tired of revision. Although Percy was always against them gathering in the common room to play cards, it didn't make any sense, as the other three Weasleys were all keen on it, and even the twins were masters of it.

Sitting down in the corner of the couch, there was no way, most of the couch was already packed.

The twins leaned over and looked at him with some eagerness, "Didn't you say last time that you were going to hold a landlord fight?

"It's possible to hold a competition, but didn't you say last time that you won't start holding a competition until all four academies have started to have a foundation?" Seamus asked them in turn.

George sat on the arm of the couch, put his arm around Seamus's shoulder, and smiled at him, "We've been busy these days, and we've spread this game to the four houses, and apart from Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Ravenclaw have long since become the same as here. ”

"So when are we going to start the race? There's got to be a prize, right?" said Fred.

Seamus pondered for a while, he didn't expect the twins to be so efficient, and spread the landlord to the entire Hogwarts so quickly, "Then after Christmas, the prize is 2000 light wheels, and I have more than one here." ”

"No, no, we already have the Light Wheel 2000, so we won't have the motivation to compete. The twins objected in unison.

Seamus laughed and quipped, "It seems that you are going for the championship, are you so confident?"

"Of course, with the tacit understanding between the two of us, we can definitely win the championship. ”

"Okay, this competition will be handed over to the two of you, and if the prize is a small bottle of elixir, let's do it. Seamus pushed the task of organizing the tournament to the two of them, "I'll buy the elixir now, don't mess it up." ”

"No problem, just leave it to the two of us. The twins were full of confidence, patting their chests and assuring him, "You're amazing." ”

In fact, Seamus now has a small bottle of Elixir on him, and there are still a lot of stocks in his suitcase, but it is best if these can not be used, and the Elixir also belongs to the one that has no price.

A pot of Elixir takes 6 months to boil, and very few people succeed in boiling it, and if there is a mistake, the Elixir will turn into a highly toxic poison.

As far as Seamus knows, there are no more than a handful of people in the entire British wizarding community who can make a magic potion, Snape, Slughorn, St. Mungo's director of magical injuries, and maybe Dumbledore, but no one in the entire United Kingdom can guarantee that they can successfully make a magic potion.

And these people are not short of money at all, except for Slughorn who sells some elixirs from time to time, the other elixirs are made by ordinary potions masters by accident, and the effect is not as good as the Slughorn in his hand now.

In order to stock up on the elixir, he searched almost the entire market and bought all the elixirs that Slughorn had sold over the years, except for those that had already been used. It is expected that for a long time, there will be no more Slughorn's special elixir on the market.

Seamus didn't expect that Harry was saddened by the photo album given by Hagrid at that time, and the landlord was just used by him to dispel the sad atmosphere, who would have thought that in the wizarding world that lacked entertainment, the landlord would spread so fast, and it would spread to the entire Hogwarts in just one month.

It's no wonder that Lockhart's book was able to sell so well, and there was no hero who made the shaft famous, and there was indeed no one in the wizarding world who could compete with him. There are no novels in the wizarding world, otherwise Lockhart would have been rated as a best-selling author rather than a third-class medal of the Order of Merlin.

"Come on, let's have two of us and see if you can really get the championship?" Seamus beckoned to the twins and pulled out a deck of playing cards.