Ron handed Dumbledore the mirror that Calvin had given Harry.

"Well, a wonderful technique, alchemy on a deformed object, can still be so stable. I guess it must be Calvin's work. "When Dumbledore got it, he quickly felt its magic.

"Oh, no wonder you quickly realized the anomaly of the Mirror of Eris, and anyone who saw it would be impressed and frightened." Dumbledore said as he looked at himself in the back of the mirror. But it didn't sound like he was so scared, but a little surprise.

He returned the two-way mirror to Harry, "What a nice little thing." You should look at this mirror more, Harry. ”

Harry nodded as he listened, and although he knew that he could only see illusions in the Mirror of Eris, he couldn't help but want to look at his parents.

"Tomorrow the mirror will be moving to a new place, Harry, and I ask you not to look for it again. If you happen to see it one day, you have to be prepared.

It is useless to indulge in illusory dreams and forget about actual life, so remember it. Well, why don't you put on that wonderful cloak of invisibility and go back to sleep? ”

Dumbledore walked out the door.

"Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore," Harry shouted, "Professor, what do you see in the two mirrors?" ”

"Me? I saw myself in front of the magic mirror with a pair of thick woolen socks. As for the little mirror, I saw me laughing arrogantly, and it was horrible to say. ”

Harry and Ron returned to their dorm room in a daze, and it occurred to them that they should tell Professor Dumbledore about the Philosopher's Stone. This made them chagrined.

……

On the afternoon of the last day of the Christmas holiday, Calvin dressed up, picked up two ancient notebooks, and went down the stairs of the castle to the basement on the lowest floor, knocking on the door of the ancient magic professor's office.

"Who?" A lazy voice came from inside the door.

"Professor Barbling, it's me, Calvin. We made an appointment to meet at this time. Calvin replied politely.

The door opened, and Professor Barblin was still dressed in loose, old wizarding robes, with a horned wizarding hat on his head.

"Come in." Professor Barblin glanced behind Calvin, making sure there was no one else.

"It's strange that Professor Bablin is so well dressed in his office." Calvin secretly thought in his heart, looked at Professor Bablin's outfit, and suddenly found that he didn't have much impression of Professor Babling's appearance.

It's strange that I've spoken to Professor Babling several times and don't remember what she looks like. Calvin couldn't help but sigh that Hogwarts is really a Crouching Tiger.

Calvin walked into Barblin's office, which was completely underground, without a single light, and the light came entirely from the magic on the wall. Yes, this office is full of magic glyphs, with light glyphs on the walls, flame glyphs on the cups, and flowing glyphs on the bottom of the fish tank.

It's worthy of Professor Mowen's office. Calvin thought to himself.

"What's the matter with coming to me?" Professor Babling's voice came from the couch behind.

Calvin looked back and couldn't help but widen his eyes: a coolly dressed, fair-skinned, good-looking woman, who looked no more than twenty-three or fourteen years old, sat on the couch and drank Coca-Cola with a rather imposing attitude. From a male point of view, the only drawback is that the mind is not broad enough.

"Heresy!" Calvin thought to himself, I'm Pepsi.

Calvin looked around the office for a week, seeing no one else, and then looked at the woman on the couch in disbelief.

"Don't look at it, I'm Bassida Barbling." Basida readjusted her posture, stacking her long white legs on top of each other, her white hair hanging down from one of her shoulders, and took a new bottle of Coke, "This is something I found in the Muggle world, do you want some?" ”

"Oh, I haven't drunk it in a long time, thank you. Professor Barbling, I was surprised by your image. I think you should be the prettiest professor in this castle. Calvin took the Coke and praised it half-heartedly and half-flatteringly.

"Well, that's what I thought too." Bascinda was not humble at all, and directly admitted Calvin's statement, "So I don't want the little wizard to pay more attention to my appearance, I usually use magic to hide in the castle." I would like them to talk about ancient scriptures more than my looks. ”

No wonder I don't have an impression of your looks, it seems that your magic works quite well. Calvin said inwardly.

"I'm afraid it's more than that, Professor Babling, it's probably not as simple as hiding yourself by using magic to hide your face." Calvin looked at the gloomy basement and said.

"It's not a merit to be smart, Professor Capet," Basida said in a threatening tone, "and let's talk about you. ”

"I know, Professor Babling, you can call me Calvin." Calvin sat across from Bascida and said thoughtfully, "Professor Barblin, I know you're an expert in ancient magical scripts, so I'd like to ask you to do me a favor. ”

"Tell me about it." Bassida tossed the Coke bottle aside, where the empty bottles were piling up.

"I want to ask, do you know the magic text that can directly affect the soul." Calvin said slowly, for fear of annoying the seemingly young professor.

"Souls, the magic that affects souls," Bassida frowned, "Calvin, to be honest, this is not a good direction to study, and I suggest giving up as soon as possible, lest you go astray." ”

Another one, Calvin shook his head slightly, "Professor Barblin, you weren't the first to tell me to give up, in fact Professor Dumbledore admonished me. But I've actually done some in-depth research, and Dumbledore doesn't stop me anymore. ”

"Well, Albus acquiesced to your continued research in the castle," Bassida said with a playful look on her face, "If that's the case, then I can help you." Studying the soul, sounds interesting......"

"What problems have you encountered in your research, and how can you help you?" Basida seemed to be interested for a moment.

Calvin was a little caught off guard when he saw Bascida's transformation so quickly.

"That's right, Professor Babling, I want to quiet the soul, or rather fall into a deep sleep."

"Doesn't sound like fun, you're not going to be studying some boring dark arts, are you?" Bassida shifted her legs into a different position and leaned back.

"No, no, no, Bablin......"

"Just call me Bassida."

"Uh, okay. Bassida, there is a dark wizard, his body is dead, but his soul still wanders the world, can attach itself to small animals, survive, but cannot be destroyed. I guess there's a way to ......."

"Is there a way to catch Voldemort's wandering soul!"