In Hogwarts, Harry was still sitting in front of the mirror.

He didn't notice and didn't care about what was happening outside.

His eyes were full of the life he imagined in the mirror.

Wearing new clothes, playing Quidditch, and being able to openly share your childhood in front of your classmates instead of saying a word.

Even, when there is a grievance, he doesn't have to hold that bitterness in his heart.

Able to narrate to others and confide in parents.

He believed that his kind, great parents would listen to what he had to say.

That way, even if he was taking Snape's lesson from the old viper, he felt that he wouldn't be afraid of anything anymore.

If only these were true......

Looking at the scenes depicted in the Mirror of Eris, Harry thought to himself.

In his eyes, his parents are accompanying him and telling him stories.

Harry couldn't hear what was being told himself, but he believed it must be a wonderful story.

It's just that at this moment, he heard clear and deliberate footsteps.

In that warm and wonderful setting, it is particularly abrupt.

Harry didn't want to break free from the illusion in the mirror, but the sound of footsteps in his ears distracted him.

In the end, he reluctantly turned his head and saw the figure of his classmates.

Connor ......

"Looks like I'm bothering you?"

Connor said casually.

"Nope."

Harry shook his head.

"You...... How did you come here? ”

Connor could tell that Harry wanted to look as natural as possible.

Unfortunately, Connor's appearance was too abrupt, and Harry himself was not very good at lying, which made the Savior's expression quite stiff.

"Are you here for this mirror too?"

Stumbling to the end, Harry finally asked a somewhat nutritious question.

"This mirror?"

With a frown, Connor gently reached out and stroked the ornate floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"It looks beautiful and it's beautifully made."

As if he didn't know anything, Connor gently stroked the mirror.

"I've never seen a mirror like this before."

"Haven't you seen it?"

"Yes, I've never seen that before."

In the face of Harry's surprised expression, Connor's words came as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Is there anything special about it?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore said it ......"

Connor's straightforward question, Harry almost had to answer directly.

That night, Professor Dumbledore had already spoken about the nature of the mirror.

But Harry found that the so-called truth and reality have a kind of torture and cruelty.

It's on the lips, but it's like a luxury to want to tell it.

"What's wrong with it?"

Looking at Harry's dilemma, Connor asked with a smile.

"It'...... It allows people to see their heart's desires. ”

"A mirror that reflects the longing of the heart...... That is, it is false? ”

"Yes."

With that, Harry only felt bitterness in his mouth.

Harry didn't know why, but when Connor repeated it, a sense of loss appeared in his heart.

Fake, all fake.

When he came to his senses, all of this was something he longed for but couldn't touch.

"These are all fakes."

After repeating this sentence mechanically, the bitterness in Harry's heart became more and more intense.

“…… Can I see what's in this mirror? ”

Just as the stiff atmosphere lingered, unable to dissipate for a long time, Connor made another request.

"Of course."

Already in reflection, Harry moved out of the way without even thinking about it.

Connor was standing in front of the mirror.

Then, the magic mirror rippled, reflecting the kind of fragmented scene that I had ever seen.

On one side is the everyday life that is too calm to be calm, while on the other side it is clearly a passionate speech about something big.

This kind of thing......

"Spare me for this kind of thing."

Unable to take his eyes off the red-haired man who was shouting something, Connor's gaze met Harry's.

"You ......"

"What's wrong?"

"What do you see?"

“…… Family. ”

Without any hesitation, Connor went straight to the second half.

"You ......"

The answer vaguely gave Harry a sense that something was wrong.

Ron doesn't seem to be like that.

Harry had asked before, and what Ron had seen in the mirror was that he had become handsome, famous, and a Gryffindor prefect.

These are the paths his brothers have taken, and he feels that is a symbol of excellence.

But now......

"Are you the same as me?"

This question is not a brainstorm at all.

When he came back to his senses, he just shook his head:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I ......"

"It's all right, Harry, in fact, as you said, I do have a slight resemblance to you."

Connor just smiled at Harry's somewhat bewildered expression.

His index finger gestured to his thumb, using the narrow gap as a metaphor.

"It's just...... I didn't know who my parents were. ”

Connor ......

"In this regard, I actually envy you, although you have never met your parents, but you can get to know them and know what kind of person they are through various ways."

"Then you ......"

"However, the family that adopted me was very good to me, I had the best mother in the whole world, and I also had the best grandfather."

“…… Such. ”

After hearing Connor say that, Harry's original words of comfort clung to his throat.

"That's ...... Pretty good. ”

With mixed feelings, he just spoke.

The inexplicable complex feeling that I felt that I might find the same kind was defeated.

"Maybe from my side, I'm not qualified to persuade you to do anything, it's just ...... Can I say a few words as a friend? ”

"Huh? Good! ”

"I don't think the so-called past is something you can immerse yourself in, we live in the present after all."

"Are you...... Think I'm also cowardly, not as brave as I thought? ”

"No, no, no."

Before Harry could say anything more, Connor shook his head.

"The so-called courage or not is not something that can be judged by one thing, I just want to say...... Maybe you feel unfortunate that you've not only been imposed with a bunch of titles that you may not really like, but there's more to the world than just bad things. ”

“……”

"I suppose you're not in a state of affairs now, are you?"

"I ......"

"Harry!!"

Suddenly, there was a voice at the door.

It was Ron, who didn't have time to change his clothes, and was just standing there panting in his pajamas.

"Why are you here again, and ...... Connor? ”