Harry was thinking. Then he said slowly, "The mirror allows us to see what we want...... Whatever we wanted......"

"Yes and no," Dumbledore said softly, "it makes us see only the deepest and strongest desires of our hearts. You've never seen your family, so you see them standing around you. Ron Weasley had been dwarfed by his older brothers, so he saw himself standing alone, the best of them all. However, this mirror can neither teach us knowledge nor tell us the truth. People spend their time in front of it, obsessed with what they see, and even driven mad because they don't know if everything in the mirror is real and if it's possible.

"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 real life, so remember it. All right; Why don't you put on that wonderful cloak of invisibility and go back to sleep?"

Harry finally understood, and he stood up and asked a question.

"Sir—Professor Dumbledore? May I ask you a word?"

"Needless to say, you just did that." Dumbledore smiled, "You can ask me one more question, though." ”

"What did you see when you looked in the magic mirror?"

"Me? I saw myself holding a pair of thick woolen socks. ”

Harry's eyes widened.

"There are never enough socks to wear," said Dumbledore, "and Christmas comes and goes, and I haven't received a pair of socks." People also insisted on sending me books. ”

Dumbledore convinced Harry to stop looking for the Mirror of Eris, so for the rest of the Christmas holidays, the Cloak of Invisibility was folded and placed at the bottom of the chest.

Finally, the Christmas holiday is over, Charon and Hermione came back the day before school started, and after learning about Harry's adventure, Charon was very curious, how this mirror is so similar to the sloppy monk in the Dream of Red Mansions, the treasure record of Jiantian, can reflect the desires of people's hearts, it's a pity that he didn't see it with his own eyes. However, he did try on Harry's invisibility cloak with his own hands, and it was a great treasure, not only to hide his body, but also to hide his aura, and it was by no means the kind of road goods that could be bought.

Hermione, on the other hand, was furious, horrified that Harry had been wandering around the school for three nights in a row, and disappointed that Harry and Ron had completely forgotten about Nicol Lemay.

As angry as Hermione was, and though she still persisted in finding the name Nicol Lemay, all three of them actually put the matter aside.

After the holidays, Quidditch training began again, and it was time to face the Hufflepuff match.

Wood is more demanding of his players than ever. Even in the continuous rainy days after the heavy snowfall, his energy did not cool down at all. If they win their next game against Hufflepuff, they will be able to beat Slytherin in the House Cup for the first time in seven years.

Later, during a particularly wet and muddy training session, Wood told the team bad news.

"Can you please stop messing around!" Wood exclaimed, "Doing this will definitely cost us the game!" This time it's Snape who is the referee, and he'll definitely do everything possible to make excuses for the Gryffindor team to deduct points!"

George Weasley heard this and fell off his broomstick.

"Snape as a referee?" Spectating the dirt in his mouth, he asked, "When did he ever referee a Quidditch match?" If we had a chance to win against Slytherin, he wouldn't have ruled fairly. ”

The rest of the team also landed next to George, complaining.

"You can't blame me for that." "We can only make sure we play by the rules in the game, and Snape has no excuse to get our way to the point," Wood said. ”

The news came as a bolt from the blue for Harry. Snape is a referee, and he still has good fruit to eat? Despite Charon's repeated reassurances and the fact that Professor Snape might not dare to take sides too much, Harry felt dim.

After training, the two went to the library, where Ron and Hermione were doing their homework.

As Harry sat down next to Ron, Ron saw Harry's face and said, "What's wrong with you?" Your face is horrible. Harry sighed, and Charon told them about Snape's unfortunate sudden desire to be a Quidditch referee.

"Don't get into the race." Hermione said immediately.

"Just say you're sick." Ron said.

"Pretend to break your leg." Hermione suggested.

"Really broke my leg." Ron said.

"I can't do that," said Harry, "and there are no substitute Seekers on the team. If I quit, Gryffindor won't be able to play. ”

Harry reached into the pocket of his robe, pulled out a horseshoe-shaped chocolate, the last of the box Hermione had given him at Christmas, and pulled out a card, Dumbledore's.

Harry looked at the famous wizard card, "It's Dumbledore again," he said, "I was-"

He gasped, stared at the back of the card, and looked up at Ron and Hermione.

"I found him!" He whispered, "I've found Lemay!" I've told you where I've seen the name before, it turns out I've seen it on the train here—listen to this: 'Dumbledore's most well-known contributions include: defeating the Dark Wizard Grindelwald in 1945, discovering the twelve uses of dragon blood, and working with his partner Nicol Lemay in alchemy!'"

Hermione leaped to her feet, she hadn't been so excited.

"Wait!" She said, and then rushed upstairs, and before they could exchange confused glances, she rushed back with a huge old book in her arms.

"I didn't think to look here!" She whispered excitedly, "I saw it from the library a few weeks ago, and I wanted to read it for fun." ”

"Pastime?" Charon almost burst out laughing, but Hermione told him to be quiet and let her look for something. She began to flip the pages quickly, muttering words as she spoke.

Finally, she found it.

"Nicol Lemay," she said, in a low voice as if she were acting, "is the only maker of the known Philosopher's Stone!"

Her words did not have the effect she expected.

"What stone?" Harry and Ron asked. Charon didn't understand either.

"Oh, what's the matter, do you usually read books? Voila – read this paragraph. ”

She pushed the book to them, and the three of them read it: Ancient alchemy involves the refining of the Philosopher's Stone, a magical substance with amazing functions. The Philosopher's Stone can turn any metal into pure gold, and it can also create an elixir of life that will make those who drink it immortal.

Over the centuries, there have been many reports about the Philosopher's Stone, but the only remaining Philosopher's Stone belongs to the famous alchemist and opera lover Nicole Lemay. He celebrated his 665th birthday last year and now lives in seclusion in Devon with his wife, Perenal (658).

"Got it?" Hermione asked. "That big dog Louwe must be guarding Lemay's Philosopher's Stone! I'm sure LeMay asked Dumbledore to keep it for him, because they were friends, and he knew someone was playing with the idea of the Philosopher's Stone. That's why he transferred the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts. ”

"A stone can make gold, and it can make you immortal!" Harry said, "No wonder Snape is playing with it!" Everybody wants it!"

"No wonder we can't find Lemay in Studies in the Development of Modern Witchcraft," said Ron, "since he's six hundred and sixty-five years old, he can't be considered modern, can he?"

"That's a good thing!" Charon's eyes sparkled, and he thought silently, his saliva was about to come out, "If only I could get my hands on it!" This is a top treasure! ”

That night, Charon sneaked into the room with the three-headed dog of hell, Luwe, and asked Luwe to move away, and sure enough, there was an entrance.

Charon bent down and pulled the ring on the trapdoor, and the door suddenly opened. Look down through the hole. There's no bottom down there.

Charon slowly slid down the hole and let go of his hand, cold, damp air whirring in his ears. He fell, fell, fell, and plopped, and with a strange and dull thud, Charon landed on something soft.

He sat up, knowing that he was sitting on top of the devil's net. The plant had stretched out its snake-like tendrils and wrapped itself around Charon's feet and neck. Charon waved his wand unhurriedly, waving it, muttering words that sent a blue bellflower-like flame out of his wand's head. In just a few seconds, the vine flinched away from the light and warmth, loosening its grip on him.

Charon retreated to the wall, looked at the road, and followed a stone corridor, the only way to go.

The hallway descended downhill, and Charon came to the end of the hallway, where there was a room with a heavy wooden door on the opposite side. Nothing else. Charon tried to use the opening charm "Alajo Cave Open", but to no avail. Apparently the gate has cast a counter-spell. If there is no flying key in the room, it means that everything has not been done yet, so naturally there can be no magic stone.

Charon smiled wryly and returned home.

The next morning, everyone was still muttering about the Philosopher's Stone, and Charon was not interested, he couldn't tell his three friends that he had made a failed attempt. He casually pulled the subject away, "Harry, have you decided to participate in a Quidditch match?" ”。

Harry only remembered Snape and the upcoming game.

"I have to compete," he said firmly, "and if I quit, they'll think I'm scared and don't dare face Snape." I'm going to show them ...... And if we win, we'll completely clear the smug smile on their faces. ”