"Mom?" Harry whispered, "Daddy? ”

It's like a dream.

In the mirror, he was surrounded by everyone, and they all looked at him and smiled kindly.

Everyone has similarities to him, some are eyes, some are noses, and some are faces.

He even found out that there was a little old man with the same bumpy knees as he did.

The Potters smiled and waved at Harry. Harry stared hungrily at them, his hands pressed against the mirrored glass, as if wishing he could pounce in and stay with them.

He felt a sharp pang in his heart, half of joy, half of deep sorrow.

He stood there for a long time.

It's like a dream.

But everything is so real.

When he first woke up from a big dream.

That was a few days later.

In the days he had been discovering the Mirror of Eris, he had been in that room every night.

Until he met Dumbledore.

The old headmaster convinces him not to look for the Mirror of Eris.

Because it only allows us to see only the deepest and strongest desires of our hearts.

The mirror itself can neither teach us knowledge nor tell us the truth. People spend their days in front of it, obsessed with what they see, and even driven mad.

And that mirror was just temporarily placed there and will be moved to a new place tomorrow.

Harry wasn't asking, because he thought the professor had a point.

He really didn't look for that mirror anymore.

Early the next morning.

When Harry woke up from his sleep, he felt that he had a long, long dream in which he met something called the Mirror of Eris.

Harry woke up with a smile on his face, and he picked up his glasses from the bed and put them on, and his vision fell on the cabinet next to the bed.

There is a box on the cabinet.

Inside it was a Christmas present that he received this year.

There's a big box of homemade fudges that Hermione gave him that tastes very sweet.

Hagrid gave him a crudely made flute.

Anthony gave him a pair of gray half-rim fashion glasses.

And Ron's mother, Molly knitted him a bright green hand-knitted sweater and now wears it on his body.

Miss Dorothy gave him a full suit, and Harry tried it on and found that it was a bit oversized and he was wearing a baggy one.

Ms. Dorothy must have misestimated his size.

After all, it is to buy clothes for children, and it is indeed necessary to buy a little bigger, otherwise in a few months, you may not be able to wear them.

Harry liked the little suit so much that he put it away and was ready to wear it again next year.

Mr. Huck also gave him a Christmas present, but not in his name, and the package said 10 Downing Street.

There was a postcard with words of blessing on it, and the names of Mr. and Mrs. Huck were on the footer.

In addition, there are two short fairy tales of children's literature, Alice in Wonderland by the prestigious British Lewis Carroll, and The Little Prince by the French writer Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.

That's all the stuff in that box.

For Harry, it was his first Christmas in eleven years.

Whatever his friends give him, it will be his most precious thing.

The Christmas banquet a few days ago was the happiest time of his life.

The long tables in the auditorium are filled with a variety of food.

A hundred fat roasted turkeys, mountains of roasted meats and boiled potatoes, large plates of delicious sausages, bowls of buttered peas, plates of thick meat marinade and lingonberry sauce.

George and Fred found a bunch of magical fireworks from somewhere.

Unlike the shabby Muggle explosions, the magic fireworks would explode into a puff of red smoke and then explode a majestic lion from the smoke.

The roar of the lion pushed the atmosphere of the whole banquet to a climax.

Even Headmaster Dumbledore's face was overflowing with a smile.

He wore a flowered hat, and the Headmaster laughed happily when Professor Flitwick told him another joke.

It's just that that happy day was a few days ago.

At this time, inside the principal's office.

Professor Dumbledore was looking into the meditation basin glowing with a faint blue light, deep in thought.

His face was more serious than ever.

Just now, he saw the whole process of Qingqiu and Jin Cangshui's battle from Kingsley's memory.

To be fair, he was a little anxious.

An unprecedented sense of urgency came out of his heart.

This sense of urgency stems from admiration for the strength of this young man, but also from concern for the future of Hogwarts.

As far as he knew, the youngest professor of Chang'an Taixue was only about twenty-five years old this year!

Twenty-five years old...

How did the magic school called Taixue cultivate such a genius?

"Albus!"

In front of the office door, Professor McGonagall hurried over.

She sent a letter.

From the only words on the letter, 'Minister's Office', you can guess who sent it.

"Today's third serving. It's all sent to me. ”

Professor McGonagall placed the envelope on the table and sighed.

Headmaster Dumbledore regained his composure, then walked over, picked up the letter from the table, and opened it casually.

The handwriting inside was sloppy, but the words were rather heavy, as if threatening him.

He read the letter quickly.

His eyebrows furrowed.

It was a letter signed by Malfoy.

The letter trumpeted that the Board of Trustees would find out what he had done without and put the young Hogwarts wizards in danger.

Probably just grabbed it, he wasn't at Hogwarts yesterday, and Jin Cangshui happened to be in Hogsmeade Village.

That tone was almost the same as the few letters Fudge had sent before.

It's all one sentence of accusation on the left, and one sentence of guilt on the right.

However, it wasn't that that really caused Dumbledore a headache.

These battles of words, no matter how much pen and ink they waste, the headmaster will not frown.

What really troubled him was that Fudge was going to send Dementors to Hogwarts.

Said it was to keep the little wizards safe.

Dementors!

Entering Hogwarts?

Since the founding of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry around 990 AD, no dark creature has ever entered the school in the open. (Smuggled ones don't count...) ）

This is simply an insult to the professors of the school.

It is even more insulting to the thousand-year-old glory of Hogwarts.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, how could Dumbledore agree to such a ridiculous request.