Breaking the rules is dangerous and exciting, but until the moment comes when you get caught, most people will selectively forget about its dangerous side.

The excitement of wearing his father's invisibility cloak faded from Harry's heartbeat in a different sense. Deductions, confinement, Filch's office, upside-down hooks and chains from the ceiling...... The horrible words kept creeping into his head, and Harry couldn't think properly, so he could only let Neil drag him through the half-hidden door next to him.

Behind the door seemed to be an abandoned classroom, with many desks and chairs stacked on the wall, showing a large black shadow. Harry accidentally touched a wastebasket with his foot as he entered, but luckily he reacted quickly and crouched down to hold it down before making a big noise.

"What is this place?"

"Shhhh Be quiet, Mr. Potter—listen!"

Before he could finish speaking, Harry heard Filch's characteristic deep, shallow, shallow running sound coming from a short distance outside the door. As an experienced janitor, he obviously knew about many secret passages in castles, and he actually dragged a lame leg to chase him to the vicinity.

Harry was pressed against the wall, afraid to come out, lest Filch decide on a whim to check the empty room next to him. He prayed over and over again in his heart, hoping that the other party would go away quickly, but it backfired, and the footsteps actually stopped at the door. Through the door, he could even hear Filch's old dog's heavy wheezing - in order not to miss any opportunity to legitimately abuse students, this guy didn't seem to be afraid of a myocardial infarction.

"Professor, you said that if anyone wanders around at night, they will report to you immediately."

Harry shuddered, it was the first time he had heard Filch speak to someone in such a flattering manner, and more importantly, he didn't hear the footsteps of the other person at all. When did Filch have a like-minded colleague (he doesn't want to say "hunting friends")? Where did this man come from?

"Someone was in the library, Professor, in the *** section - I almost caught him!"

Hearing the doorman's tone, Harry couldn't help but creep in to the door to see who the mysterious figure was, but the sound of the voice that followed made him shrink back like an electric shock.

"*** Zone? Then he will never run far, and we will definitely catch him."

That's Snape's voice!

Harry stood stiff as if he had roots under his feet. Regardless of what Neil says, he still insists that Snape is the villain who lurks inside Hogwarts, trying to steal the treasures hidden in the forbidden area, and in the process take his own life. The problem was that no one but Hermione, Ron, and Harry himself had seen him for who he was, and if he had co-opted Filch to his side, the situation would have gotten even worse.

Harry heard Filch mutter a few more nonsense about poking the student in the ass with the barbed spear he used to tame the elephant when he caught him, and the two of them drifted apart, only then did he realize that he had forgotten to breathe.

"Are we safe?" He took off the hood of his invisibility cloak and asked in a whisper.

"You're safe, Mr. Potter—if the situation could be considered "dangerous" to you." Neil replied calmly. Harry felt that this was a subtle sarcasm for his fuss, and he scratched his face in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, you helped me again."

"You're welcome, Mr. Potter." Neil shrugged, "Also, while I'm almost certain I'll regret asking this question, let me ask, what are you doing here?"

"I'd like to check out the *** area and see if I can find a ...... about Nicol Lemay Anything."

As soon as he said this, Harry regretted it, because Neil was already crouched on the ground with his head in his hands.

"You went to *** to find clues about Nicol Lemay?"

"Yes!"

"After I gave you advice to leave this guy alone?"

"Yes."

"Before you talked to Miss Granger or Mr. Weasley?"

"Yes......"

"I guess you didn't even say hello to them before rushing out of the dorm like a she-monkey in heat, did you?"

"Yes......"

"Of course, you don't know what the so-called *** is?"

「……」

Harry felt his face burn slightly, and every time he nodded, it was as if someone had scalded his heel with a soldering iron, and at last he couldn't even make the simplest "yes" sound, so he could only keep his head down and pretend to be studying the hole in the wooden floor.

After the initial euphoria had subsided, he himself realized how reckless he had been doing today. If Snape had caught him just now......

"You still don't understand what I'm trying to say, do you?" Neil squinted at him, let out a long sigh, and hung his shoulders deeply, "I mean to tell you - forget it, there are some things that people have to hit their heads to break the bleeding themselves...... Go ahead, you should be safe back in your dormitories now—and have a little more faith in your invisibility cloak, Mr. Potter, it's much more reliable than you think, and you don't have to be afraid of Mr. Filch's stuff."

Harry nodded a little dazedly, lifting the hood of the invisibility cloak to put it back on, but just then, he suddenly noticed a problem.

"Wait a minute...... Neil, what are you doing here?"

Harry thought that this question would hit the nail on the head, but he didn't expect the other party's reaction to be very flat, and he even seemed to feel a little "you finally asked" joy. He didn't speak, just pointed to the depths of the room in reply. Harry looked in the direction he had indicated, only to realize that there was something hidden in the middle of the mountain of decaying tables and chairs that was out of place in his surroundings.

It was a very imposing mirror, reaching to the ceiling, and the copper frame was gilded with fine gold. On the upper edge of the frame, a line of words engraved on it can be faintly seen, but in the dim light it is not clear what is written.

"What's that?"

"One piece...... Some magical items with worrisome security." Neil vaguely explained, "I found this place during the day while wandering around, but I didn't feel at ease......

Harry felt as if he had hesitated for some reason before answering, but he hadn't given it much thought, as confessing a secret to someone was something that took time to make up his mind. He himself hesitated in his heart for a long time before he told him about going to the library to investigate Nicol Lemay.

"Magic items?" Harry stared at the mirror for a moment, but found no sign that it was about to pounce and bite, "I don't see anything special...... Why is it dangerous?"

"If you're curious, you might as well confirm for yourself, Mr. Potter." Neil said, making a "please" motion.

Having just shown that something can be dangerous, and then immediately inviting someone to experience it, no matter how you look at it, it seems like an act of finding fault.

But Harry's curiosity prevailed in the battle with reason, and he slowly walked to the mirror, craned his neck and poked his head out to look inside, only to be startled by the sight it reflected. If Neil hadn't told him in advance that this thing was weird, he would have screamed in fright.

In addition to him, a skinny boy with a pale face and a frightened expression, there were at least a dozen figures in the mirror. Harry subconsciously looked back behind him, only to find nothing.

"What's going on?" He waved his hand incoherently and asked, "These people...... Are they invisible or what?"

"Look closely, Mr. Potter."

He looked in the mirror again, and the faces of the figures began to become clear. In the mirror, a woman standing behind him is smiling and waving at him. He reached out and groped behind him, but all he could touch was air—she and the others were only in the mirror.

She was a very beautiful woman with crimson hair and olive eyes. Her eyes—her eyes looked exactly like mine, Harry thought

Road. He saw the woman in the mirror crying, smiling, but the tears were not stopping.

Seeing this, the tall, thin man with black hair standing beside her leaned over, put his hand around her shoulder, and patted her gently. The man was glasses-wearing, his hair was disheveled, and the tuft of hair on the back of his head stood on end disobediently, just like Harry's.

Harry was now very close to the mirror, and his nose almost touched his own in the mirror. He had a terrible conjecture.

"Mom?" He whispered, "Daddy?"

The man and woman in the mirror didn't say anything, just looked at him and smiled kindly.

He began to look at the others in the mirror again, and noticed that each of them had similar noses and eyes to himself. Harry no longer doubted, he was looking at his family - for the first time in his life. By the way, mentioning that the Dursleys are also related to him at this moment is a rude trampling on the atmosphere, don't do it.

Harry felt a sharp pang in his heart, half of joy, half of sorrow. The Potters in the mirror smiled and waved at him, and he leaned in hungrily to the mirror, pressing his hands tightly against the glass, as if he could tear the mirror open and hug them.

Harry didn't know how long he had been standing there, and he didn't care, he felt like he could stay here forever, watch forever. The names of Snape and Nicol Lemay grew smaller and smaller in his mind...... Why should he care about things that have nothing to do with him?

Suddenly, a hand pressed on his shoulder from behind. Harry almost jumped on the spot, and he spun around like a rabbit in an arrow to see a somewhat gloomy Neil standing behind him.

"Now, you know what I mean, don't you?"

------Off topic------

I proudly unilaterally announce the failure of today's double watch, everyone go to bed early - in fact, it is best for everyone to go to bed early every day, my underworld routine is not able to be cultivated, if you have the conditions, it is better to take care of your health. The author's background can see the time distribution of readers' subscriptions, and some friends who log in at three or four o'clock in the morning really worry about me...... It's not in the way to chase it the next day.,It's more important to be healthy.。

- I always feel like I'm smashing my own job...... Delusion, right?