Melda, who was woken up by the twins, leaned on the bed with a sigh of relief, looking at everyone sleepily.

He was busy until late last night before going to bed.

In addition to writing letters to several big shots, it was also to prepare Christmas presents for Hermione Ron and them.

Especially Hermione's gift, he had put a lot of thought into it.

After all, it's a bit hard to find, and there aren't many places in London that sell it.

But in the end, he asked someone to find the book from a bookstore in Chinatown.

Five volumes in total. An anthology of a great man of the East.

I'm sure she'll love it.

"What are you arguing about in there?" Percy Weasley poked his head through the crack in the door, a look of displeasure.

"Harry, Melda, hurry up." Fred urged.

"What for?"

Melda hadn't come back to his senses yet, he was still in a half-dazed state.

"Christmas is a time for the whole family." George said.

"The Christmas feast in the auditorium is about to begin."

"Huh?"

Melda was dragged by several people with a look of ignorance and pulled to the auditorium.

The auditorium at this time was completely different from usual. The table was filled with a variety of foods.

Fat roast turkey, mountains of roasted meat and boiled potatoes, large plates of delicious sausages, bowls of buttered peas, plates of thick and thick meat stew.

Once seated, Harry and Fred smoked a packet of firecrackers, lit them like a cannon bombardment, and burst into a puff of blue smoke before engulfing them all, as well as a rear admiral's hat and a few live guinea pigs.

At the guest of honor, Dumbledore swapped his pointed wizarding hat for a flowered one, and Professor Flitwick had just told him a joke, and he laughed happily. There is no such thing as the strongest white wizard.

After lunch.

Harry and the Weasley brothers had a snowball fight on the playground and had a great time all afternoon.

And Melda didn't participate in their childish play, he just hid from the sidelines and watched.

Watch them play, watch them lie in the snow and laugh when they're exhausted.

Such a relaxing day lasted until the evening.

Maybe it was because she was so tired from the day's fuss that Melda couldn't open her eyes when her head hit the pillow.

Before he knew it, he was asleep.

Until...

Melda didn't know exactly what time it was when Harry woke her up. All he remembered was that it was still dark.

"I warn you, Miss Evans. If you don't have a good reason. I can guarantee that all the liquid you can see tomorrow will be blue. Melda threatened angrily.

"I found a mirror." Harry said.

"A magical mirror."

Mirror? Melda understood and guessed what Harry had encountered.

Counting the time, Harry was indeed the one who found it during this time period.

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Without waiting for Melda to agree, Harry pulled him and Ron into the invisibility cloak, leaving the Gryffindor dormitory and starting to walk around the dimly lit aisles.

This went straight into ten minutes.

Just when Ron couldn't stand it anymore and was going to go back.

"Here." Suddenly, Harry said with a look of surprise.

He keenly spotted a wooden door hidden in the corner. Then he hurriedly ran over with his friends and pushed the door open.

"See? Right there. Harry took the cloak off his shoulders and raced to the mirror.

"A mirror?" Ron looked strangely in the mirror in front of him.

It looks tattered. At first glance, you can tell that it is not something of value.

"Mirror of Eris." Melda cautiously touched the mirror in front of her.

It reaches to the ceiling and has a golden border supported by two claw-shaped feet.

And at the top of it is engraved the classic quote "Eris Stella Ohru Ait-Ubi Kavru Ait-Ang Wochs." ”

“Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi。”

Flipping it is: "It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest,most desperate desire of our hearts." What I show is not a mirror image of you, but the desire of your heart. ”

"Melda, you know this mirror?" Harry asked excitedly.

"Well, it's a magical treasure par excellence." Melda has an extremely high opinion of the Mirror of Eris.

The reason is simple, any wizard standing in front of it will see what his heart wants to see.

Even Dumbledore, a master of Occlumency, couldn't stop the prying eyes of the Mirror of Eris, which showed how powerful its magic really was.

"Look there." Pointing to the inscription on the top of the mirror, Melda said, "Turn it over and read it." ”

Harry wasn't stupid, and he quickly understood what the mirror was really up to, as he looked at Melda's point.

"In other words, I can see what I want to see in this mirror?"

Ron stood in front of the Magic Mirror, and sure enough, he saw that he was the male president of the student council, and that he still had the Quidditch trophy in his hand, and Percy, George, Fred, his parents, and everyone in Gryffindor looked at him with pride.

"I saw me become the male president of the student council and win the Quidditch trophy. It's cool. ”

"Harry, what about you?"

"Me? I saw my parents. ”

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The holiday season for Christmas is long.

The next day, Melda didn't see Harry all day, and he stayed in the library, continuing his plan to empty the Hogwarts library.

So on the third day.

The same is true on the fourth day.

Until the evening of the fourth day, Melda was a little worried about Harry.

"He's been in front of that broken mirror for three days. Except for eating and sleeping, I always stay there. Melda said to Ron.

Originally, he thought that Harry had never seen his parents, and it didn't matter if he saw them.

But he can't spend all his time in that kind of nothingness. The man in the mirror will never be resurrected.

"Yes! It can't go on like this. Ron also felt that if this continued, his brother would be abolished. Immediately took action.

And just like that, Melda led Ron down the dimly lit aisle to the old house.

When she opened the door again, Melta was surprised to see that someone had arrived before him.

It was Dumbledore. He seemed to be talking to Harry again.

"Oh, Melda?" Dumbledore sensed someone approaching.

"Professor, we're here for Harry."

"I know." Dumbledore smiled and said, "Oh! By the way, I love the woolen socks you gave me. ”

"Of course, it would be better if the colors were more vibrant."