This isn't the usual word formation in English today, and Connor feels strange at first glance.

Latin?

It's not like it is.

It wouldn't be Rune or Ogma, and after going through the magic-related languages in his head, Connor found himself with no answers.

As he looked around, his gaze finally focused on the front of the large, ornate mirror.

His face was reflected above.

An ordinary 11-year-old wizard with red hair and a Hufflepuff house wizard robe, nothing special about him.

Soon, however, the picture changed.

In the mirror, a small manor house was reflected in the depths of the jungle, and there was a burst of laughter from it.

A few moments later, a red-haired child ran out of the house.

"Phil! Let's go! ”

Then a silvery-white bighorn bull rushed at him, carrying the boy on his back, and running straight out, into the depths of the bushes.

When he came to the edge of a lake, he lay down directly on the grass, and countless small animals surrounded him.

The fawn rubbed against his cheek, and the little rabbit burrowed into his arms, looking carefree and at ease.

It was his childhood and his happiest days.

There, reading, learning magic, and spending time with fellow animals, most of your needs are met, as if nothing else is needed.

Just looking at the image that was indistinguishable from his own memory, Connor's face couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

At that time, he even thought that after traveling around the world and feeling tired of everything outside, it would not be difficult to live in that forest with a vast lake that no one knew about.

It's beautiful, but Connor doesn't have a special attachment to it.

Because this is what he used to do, and even in the future, this life will not change much.

After coming back to his senses, he returned his gaze to the top of the magic mirror, and the original obscure and unclear sentences became easy to understand.

"It's nothing more than a reflection of the most ordinary sentences and writing."

I am not showing your countenance, but your heart's desire.

（I show not your face but your hearts desire）

"It's fun to be able to see through this mirror what your heart really wants and desires."

Turning around, Connor looked at the old man next to him.

It's just that at this time, he didn't respond, and his eyes under the half-moon lenses were a little distracted, and it wasn't until a long time later that he really came back to his senses.

"Huh?"

Realizing Connor's question, he raised a gentle smile.

"Ah, yes, this Mirror of Eris is so magical that it will attract countless people to spend time in front of it, wasting time, but you ......"

Dumbledore looked at Connor with a hint of emotion.

"There are very few people like you who can break free from it with just one glance, and even an adult wizard can get lost in it."

"Well, this is quite normal, after all, most people have certain regrets in life, and these regrets will accumulate into a kind of longing in the bottom of their hearts, generally speaking, the older they are, the more they experience, and the more they crave in their hearts."

Nothing was reserved or hidden, and Connor was only talking about it.

"In this respect, it is easier for children to break free from the temptation of this mirror, because children can easily be satisfied."

“…… Very interesting and convincing theory, child, you should live quite happily. ”

"Yes."

Connor never doubted this.

"Whether it's the old man or my mother, they are very good to me, and they are the ones who have raised me to be what I am now."

"Well, that's a good thing."

There was still nothing to talk about between them, and after the talk of the Mirror of Eris was over, there seemed to be a brief silence in the headmaster's room.

The portraits of the headmasters on the walls all have their eyes closed, as if they are asleep, and Fawkes on the shelves has his head buried in a feather.

It looks like it's tidying up its feathers, but the phoenix's big eyes peek out from time to time.

It's just an ordinary conversation, but in the end, the atmosphere has become much weirder.

"This mirror existed in this school when I was very young, when I was studying here."

Finally, Dumbledore was the first to speak to break the strange atmosphere.

He began to think nostalgic for the past, and the old hand even gently touched the edge of the gorgeous mirror.

"I found it in a very special place, a very special room, and since then, whenever I have a heart, I go to that room and stare at this mirror, and just looking at it gives me great satisfaction."

"And what do you see?"

"I've seen a lot of things."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

"When I was young, I always thought that I would achieve something, so most of what I saw was a grand career, and when I grew up, I thought about my family, my brother, my sister, my parents, ......."

But he apparently didn't finish, just fell into a long pause and silence.

In the end, it was Connor himself who completely completed it.

"And a lover?"

“…… Right. ”

Dumbledore whispered.

His voice grew weaker and weaker, as if to not touch or disturb the memories that were in his mind.

"When I was young, I thought about a lot of things, such as studies, career, and family, but now, when people are older and have seen a lot, I wonder when I will have a new pair of wool socks to wear."

Why did you suddenly jump here again?

Did there be any twist between family and wool socks?

However, Dumbledore didn't notice Connor's ghostly gaze.

He just sighed.

"But unfortunately, so far no blade has been willing to give me new socks, they only care about how many books I have read and keep sending me books."

"What about this...... It's a pity. ”

When Dumbledore mentioned the book, Connor realized that he was implicitly meaning something else.

If books represent achievement and knowledge, woolen socks.

"Christmas seems like it's three months away?"

"Yes."

"I don't know exactly what Christmas gifts I will receive, and I hope this Christmas is not too cold."

Dumbledore's body shivered under his robes, as if the warm Headmaster's room had really become cold.

"Let's move it somewhere else, this mirror needs to be kept safe."

"Okay."

Connor looked at the mirror again, but this time it was a crowd.

Under the gloomy sky, a large number of wizards stood in a circle, but they were not besieging anyone, and their bowed heads seemed to express their humble attitude.

“！！！”