"But we already have an invisibility cloak."

Harry still didn't give up.

It was a big plan that he and Ron had discussed all afternoon.

After deciding on the decided, they happily jumped and jumped on the bed and celebrated for a long time.

Neville, who was just going back to his dorm to rest, was hit with a pillow as soon as he came in.

So it makes sense that the pillow fight that ended up being the whole Gryffindor men's dormitory, right?

The invisibility cloak is light and thin, so it's perfectly fine to carry it around.

And he and Ron tried, as long as they walked next to each other.

The invisibility cloak is just right for four little wizards.

Harry unfolded the Cloak of Invisibility and told Rig and Hermione to come in.

Rig ducked in and put his right hand around Hermione.

Hermione carefully tugged at the corner of Rig's coat.

Rig has Harry in front and Ron in the back.

The four of them clung to each other and tried to take a few steps, as if they were dancing a tango.

The invisibility cloak is like a curtain of water, which does not affect the vision of the people inside, but it is completely invisible to the people outside.

This is a top-notch artifact of magic that is much more sophisticated than the Illusion Charm.

Harry had been playing in his dorm room for a long time before he found out.

What is it?

Night Wandering Artifact!

At most, because Rig was too tall, Ron's feet would sometimes be exposed.

Ron hurriedly said, "If a professor or Filch is here, let's just squat down a little." ”

Hermione walked out with a tiger face and a lift of her invisibility cloak.

"So you're going to see Lou Wei again?"

"We're not here to play."

Ron cried out.

He and Harry weren't trying to swim at night.

Only 100 million points.

Harry nodded hurriedly, for fear that Hermione would misunderstand, "Let's send Quirrell to the hallway now, if we can go and guard him." Then you can tell the professors. ”

Hermione hesitated.

Sounds reasonable, but it will also make up for their previous night trips.

If one day, little Malfoy has his brain in the water again to report that they were the ones who swam that night, there is a reason to defend it.

Rig felt meow too.

He'd been thinking about how to hammer Quirrell to death.

Quirrell wasn't like Professor Snape, and his face and yin and yang were enough to disgust Harry.

Quirrell's reputation at Hogwarts has always been ordinary and a bit crazy.

Hermione's roommate even felt a little sympathy for Quirrell, believing that he had been brainbroken by a vampire.

"And the invisibility cloak doesn't consume mana, so there's no requirement for a magic level."

Rig also joins the team that persuades Hermione.

Hearing this, Hermione reflexively looked at Ron.

Ron ouched for a long time, and couldn't refute it.

I secretly made up my mind to study hard.

It starts tomorrow!

Rig continued, "We could take turns wearing the Cloak of Invisibility and waiting for Quirrell at the three-headed dog Luff. Even ......"

Rig hesitated.

"If Quirrell opens that little drawer, we should go down and have a look. Otherwise, what if he really took the thing? ”

Thinking of the magical Philosopher's Stone, Hermione gasped.

"No! This kind of treasure can't fall into the wrong hands! ”

Hermione walked around the bathroom irritably.

After a while, she had a decision.

Hermione suddenly turned around and asked Harry to put on his cloak of invisibility and walk to her.

Harry didn't know why, so he put on his cloak of invisibility and took two steps.

Being watched walking, Harry became more and more awkward as he walked.

Luckily, Hermione called to stop.

"It's really impossible to see at all, and walking slowly shouldn't be noticed by the professor."

"And Hagrid also said how to get through Noble."

Rig reminded Hermione, "Don't forget, we still have the school song." ”

Although it was a mistake, Rig also discovered that music worked wonders for Louwe.

"Oh, and I have an old flute that Percy doesn't want."

Ron suddenly remembered what he had found when he was rummaging through the box.

Presumably Mrs. Weasley misplaced the box.

Hermione reluctantly said, "Then go ahead." ”

Rig, Harry, and Ron cheered.

All right!

Rig planned, "Time is pressing, I can't save it for the final revision time to go on a night tour." ”

Hermione nodded in agreement.

"Let's start today, let's go together today. Tomorrow starts in groups of 2. ”

The four of them discussed for a long time and made a plan for a recent night trip.

"Harry, slow down."

Ron whispered, carefully tugging at Rig's wizarding robes.

The four of them crept forward, and they were soon in the hallway.

After planning for the evening, they immediately went back to pack their things and organize their backpacks for the next day's class.

On the second day of the night tour, I couldn't think of anything.

This was the tragic lesson of Harry's Potions class with the wrong book.

After packing up his things, Ron followed Rig to get a large plate of food and drink.

Ron who entered the kitchen, like a mouse falling into an oil bottle, his eyes lit up.

He wants to eat everything.

When you're done eating and resting, it's time.

It's time for the night tour!

Harry wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, "Please, let's go to the next classroom and take a break." ”

"Let's go, there's an empty classroom on the right, watch out for Peeves."

Rig was also a little tired.

In order to ensure that they would not be exposed, they kept moving forward in a half-squat.

Harry felt like he had spent more energy that night than he had ever played a game of Quidditch.

The boys moved into the empty classroom.

Harry lifted the Cloak of Invisibility and sat down in his chair, panting.

Ron was fine.

Because he stood at the end, the sneaky fish stood up and walked.

Ron looked around with ease.

"What's that?" He asked.

It's an abandoned classroom.

Tables and chairs were stacked on top of the wall, showing a large black shadow, and there was an upside-down wastepaper basket.

However, on the wall that was directly facing the boys.

But there is something that doesn't seem to belong here, as if someone has temporarily put it here because there is no place to put it.

It's a very imposing mirror.

Reaching to the ceiling, it is framed in ornate gold and supported by two claw-shaped feet.

It is topped with an inscription that reads: Eris Stra Ehruitubika Frua Iton Wohes.

Rig didn't know what the engraved words meant, but he knew it was the Mirror of Eris.

A mirror that reflects people's hearts.

Rig stood up.

I wonder what he saw?

Harry, who was closest to him, also approached the mirror curiously, wanting to get a glimpse of his current appearance.

Oh, and he could feel his messy hair being wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead, on his face.

But the mirror was empty.

Harry took a few more steps closer and stood in front of the mirror.

He had to cover his mouth with his hand so that he didn't scream, only a short "ah".

Harry spun around sharply, his heart beating wilder than he had screamed at the book earlier.

For in the mirror he saw not only himself, but also a large number of people standing behind him.

But there was no one in the room.

The recent night tour had been too much of a test for Harry's heart.

He gasped sharply, feeling like he was going to have a heart attack sooner or later.

Harry slowly turned to look in the mirror.

Ron and Hermione immediately stood up, thinking someone was coming.

That's right, there was Harry in the mirror, pale and terrified.

At the same time, there were at least a dozen people standing behind Harry in the mirror.

Harry turned his head to look back, and there was no one else.

Rig, Ron, and Hermione were standing right next to him, which gave him a little comfort.

Harry looked in the mirror again.

In the mirror, a woman standing behind him is smiling and waving at him.

She is a very beautiful woman with crimson hair.

Her eyes look exactly like mine, Harry thought.

Then he noticed that she was crying, she was smiling, and she was crying at the same time. The tall, emaciated man with dark hair standing beside her put his arm around her. 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.

"Mom?" He whispered, "Daddy? ”

Harry understood, he was looking at his family, whom he had never met, for the first time in his life.

Rig put his arm around Harry, giving him a little comfort, and looked in the mirror.

What you see, only you can see.

Everybody sees it differently.

Rig was in the mirror and saw himself.