"Ahem! Professor, clothes should be matched with colors. Melda coughed lightly.

"It's too colorful, and sometimes it's not good."

"That's right." Old Deng Tou touched his gray beard and said affirmatively.

"Looks like you've all discovered the secret of this mirror." Dumbledore's voice changed and he spoke of the Mirror of Eris in front of him.

"Yes, it can see what our hearts desire." Ron preemptively said.

"And what do you see in the mirror?"

"I saw that I became the male president of the student council." Ron said with some embarrassment, "I also won the Quidditch trophy." ”

"It's a good thing that you want to succeed and you're self-motivated." Dumbledore smiled and encouraged. Then he asked Melda.

"What about you, Melda, what do you see?"

"Me?"

Melda walked towards the Mirror of Eris and stood in front of it, but he was the only one in the mirror. It's like standing in front of an ordinary mirror.

"I didn't see anything, I saw only myself."

"Oh?" Dumbledore looked at Melda in some surprise, it was the first time he had looked at the child in front of him so seriously.

"Few, few..."

Dumbledore's voice was unfinished. In the mirror in front of Melda's eyes, the image that emerged changed.

"Hmm... The picture seems to have changed. ”

In the mirror of Eris, a man suddenly walked beside Melda. It was a brown girl with wavy hair, biting her lower lip, standing impatiently beside herself in the mirror. Finally, he stretched out his hand and joined Melda's hand.

"I..."

He was about to say something.

A few more people came over in the picture,

Harry, Ron, Wood, George, Fred, Neville, Seamus, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Pomona.

A lot of people.

There are a lot of people. They all stood behind themselves.

The Weasley twins put their arms around their necks. Harry looked at him with a smile on his face, and Wood held up the broom in his hand, as if waiting for him to discuss the tactics of the game.

Neville stood with Seamus, looking a little blank at him.

Professor McGonagall stared at him with some annoyance, as if he had gotten into trouble again.

Professor Snape was the same as usual, a look of disgust in his deep eyes.

Prof. Pomona, Hagrid, Prof. Flitwick.

The last person to emerge from the smoke was Professor Dumbledore, who waved his wand in his hand, and in an instant the castle of Hogwarts emerged from behind everyone.

The animals of the four houses, the lion, the eagle, the badger and the serpent, surround the "H" of "Hogwarts" and shine brightly.

"I—" His voice was staccato and moving, his whimpering sound mixed with inexplicable words.

"Melda?"

"That's what happened to you?"

Harry and Ron didn't know what to say in their panic, they had never seen Melda look like that.

"I... I—" His eyes were red and swollen, tears were streaming down his face, and he reached out and pointed to the mirror: "That... That one... That..."

Professor Dumbledore heard the voice, turned around, and poured Melda, who was standing in place and cried, into his arms, caressing his soft broken hair, and comforting him softly, "Good boy, it's okay. ”

"Professor..."

Just as Dumbledore threw him into his arms, he saw, he saw the picture in the mirror change again, and everyone disappeared in a burst of fireworks.

In the mirror, it was back to its original state.

"Professor, I see, all of Hogwarts."

He wiped the tears that didn't stop from the corners of his eyes.

"Really?" Professor Dumbledore smiled.

"It's true. I still remember the views in the mirror, they were really beautiful. He said, his eyes full of longing.

"yes, it's true."

Professor Dumbledore smiled.

Melda's face flushed suddenly, and he hung his head down, not daring to look at either the professor or Harry Ron.

Orphaned for two lifetimes, he finally found his own branch in Hogwarts.

Such a warm picture made everyone relax their vigilance, and no one noticed that in front of them, the Mirror of Eris was quietly changing.

Dust and cobwebs fell, the inscription on the top of it lit up with golden light, and the whole mirror looked as if it had just been cleaned, and the golden years that had disappeared seemed to return.

"Hide behind me."

Such a sudden scene surprised everyone present.

With a wave of his hand, Dumbledore pulled Melda, Harry, Ron and them behind him.

The Elder Wand appeared in his hand almost instantly. The eagle-like blue eyes looked at the magic mirror in front of him vigilantly.

"Tower of Dawn?"

At this time, the mirror image of the Eris Demon was shrouded in a layer of smoke. From the layers of smoke slowly emerged an upside-down book, a rose-like badge.

"That's the coat of arms of the Estes family. It is the symbol of my ancestor Accra. ”

Melda explained. This thing is seen every day in his house, and everything has this mark on it, from the small teacup to the big door. He just can't forget it.

It's just that he was a little surprised, he didn't expect that the magic mirror turned out to be a creation of the Estes family, and it might even be made by his ancestor Accra himself.

"Interesting creations."

After confirming that there was no danger, Dumbledore stepped forward himself, reaching out to examine the creation in front of him.

"Melda, this—" Ron said tremblingly, "This is your family?" ”

It seemed that Ron was obviously frightened, and even spoke a little trembling.

"Looks like so."

Melda directly and generously admitted it, after all, the badge on the mirror is known to many wizards. Although the House of Estes has disappeared for centuries, even his heirs, the House of Corris, are now gone. Very few people can recognize this mark. But there are still some of them.

"It's kind of like a meditation basin!" After studying for a long time, Dumbledore turned back to Melda and said, "I think this should be a treasure for your ancestors. ”

"Professor, there's enough treasure left behind by the Estes family." Melda said disapprovingly.

"But those can't be called treasures, when potions are exhausted, when magic fails, when wealth is exhausted, even the name of the family, and when her brilliant achievements are forgotten."

"I thought, maybe the real treasure is all around us."

"It never went away."

Melda said affectionately as she looked at the magic mirror that had been passed down for thousands of years.