Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God Chapter 53

"You've watched it all night alone, just give me a little time."

"You're just holding a Quidditch cup, what's the fun in that? I want to see my parents."

"Don't push me—"

Clark's first night tour ended with Harry and Ron arguing.

Over the next few days, Harry became more and more lethargic and absent-minded.

The story of that night was like a seed that took root and sprouted in his heart, watered by the spring of hope, eager to bathe in the sunshine of family affection.

Ron also noticed something was wrong with him. Compared with Harry, who had been dependent on others since he was a child, although he longed for success, he still had a happy family. The influence of the magic mirror was not really big on him.

"I know what you're thinking, Harry, you're thinking about that mirror, don't go there tonight."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I just have a very bad feeling, that mirror is too weird... Maybe Clark is right, even if there is such a thing as a resurrection stone, you have to settle down to study and improve your strength.

And the night tour is really not safe. Filch and the professor wander around the school every night. What if they see you? What if they hit you? "

"You sound like Hermione when you say that. Don't worry, I have an invisibility cloak. It's not like you didn't try it last time."

"I'm not kidding, Harry, don't really go. Clark, help me persuade him."

Clark didn't even look up, he was designing a new magic card character based on the feedback.

Let him persuade Harry not to go? No kidding, Clark was counting on Harry to see his parents a few more times to deepen his desire to resurrect his parents.

What's wrong with pursuing his own happy life? He's still just a child. It's too cruel to put the burden of a savior on his immature body. Let's change it.

In the end, Ron still didn't persuade Harry, and now there is only one thought in his mind, and that is to go back to the mirror.

Especially after Clark talked about the resurrection stone, it gave him hope that he didn't want to go back to his aunt's house and get beaten up by his cousin.

He just wanted to go back to that room, where his mom and dad would smile at him, and one of his grandpas would nod happily.

He's going to stay there all night, with his family, and nothing can stop him. Nothing!

On the third night, Clark could clearly hear that Harry skillfully touched the bed and left the dormitory barefooted.

When Harry came to the abandoned classroom with ease, he saw the life he dreamed of in the mirror again. It would be great if he could have a resurrection stone now.

But this time, he wasn't alone in the classroom.

"So - you're here again, Harry?"

Harry felt his internal organs freeze to ice.

He looked behind him, and the bearded old man sitting on an abandoned desk by the wall was none other than Albus Dumbledore.

Harry must have walked right past him just now, looking in the mirror too eagerly to notice Dumbledore.

"I-I didn't see you, sir." Harry lowered his voice a few times nervously.

"It's weird, it's you who's wearing the invisibility cloak instead of me." Dumbledore said with a smile, as if he wasn't angry at all about Harry's night tour.

Harry was relieved to see that Clark-like smile on his face.

"So," said Dumbledore, sliding off the table and sitting on the floor with Harry, "you have discovered the joys of the Mirror of Erised, like hundreds of others before you."

"You mean, it can let us see what we desire most in our hearts? This Clark has already told us." Harry confessed Clark easily.

"Yes, our little genius is indeed very smart. Sometimes I don't even know the secrets hidden in history." Dumbledore sighed softly.

"How do you know..."

"I don't have to have an Invisibility Cloak to be invisible," Dumbledore said softly. "Clark is right, it shows us what we want to see the most in our hearts, such as your longing for something you haven't seen before. family, Ron Weasley aspires to shine among his brothers."

"And Clark," said Dumbledore after a pause, "he may have really seen his future. Although he didn't say anything, his pride, even the magic mirror, had to tremble in front of him."

"However, this mirror is just a mirror. It can neither teach us knowledge nor tell us how to make choices. Obsessed with short-term happiness will only make us waste time and miss the real possibility."

"Your two friends are very smart and restrained." Dumbledore pointedly said.

"Tomorrow the mirror is moving to a new place, Harry, I beg you not to look for it again. If you happen to see it one day, be prepared! Indulge in unreal visions and ignore your surroundings. Real people, this is sad, just remember... well, that's it for today, why don't you put on that wonderful invisibility cloak and go back to sleep?"

Harry stood up and stopped again, hesitating.

Dumbledore just looked at him kindly and did not speak.

"Sir... Professor Dumbledore? May I ask you a question?"

"It goes without saying that you did just that." Dumbledore smiled, his eyes full of encouragement, "However, you can ask me one more question."

"When you looked in the magic mirror, what did you see?" Harry, who had experienced a battle between heaven and man, only asked a simple question.

"Me?" Dumbledore's expression didn't change, he still laughed, he also stood up, and raised his bright purple robe a little at Harry.

Only then did Harry realize that Dumbledore, an old man who might be over a hundred years old, was dressed in a playful manner today. He was wearing a loose purple robe. Under the purple robe, he was wearing a pair of light blue starry cashmere trousers with tights tucked at the bottom. Into a pair of thick wool socks of the same color.

"I have already received what I wanted before this year, so now I just hope you little wizards can grow up happily."

Harry tilted his head in confusion.

"Hahahaha!" Dumbledore seemed to laugh happily, reached out and rubbed Harry's head, messing up Harry's soft hair.

"Okay, the last question is over, go back to sleep." Dumbledore said.

"Okay, sir." Harry nodded. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Oh, yes, Harry." Dumbledore stopped him again when he was about to go out.

"What's the matter, sir?" Harry asked back.

"As a friend, you should take a chance... Remind our little Clark that it's good to have goals, but sometimes you need to pay attention to ways and means. He's still just a kid, and the road ahead is long, long... Sometimes you choose the wrong direction, and no matter how hard you try, it's useless. After all...after all..."

Dumbledore seemed a little confused whether to say the latter.

"After all, the dead cannot be resurrected, Harry, you must also remember this sentence, we all care about people, but there is no power in this world that can resurrect the dead.

For us, death is just another great adventure, and those who leave us only set off for a while.

We shouldn't try to pull them back anymore! This is the advice of an old man. "

The smile on Dumbledore's face was gone.

"Okay sir." Harry seemed a little lost, as if he understood, or as if he didn't, just nodded and quickly disappeared at the door of the classroom.

And when Harry disappeared, Dumbledore was left standing blankly in front of the Mirror of Erised. The silver-white moonlight came in from the window and shone on him, making him look more like a Ghosts of old times.

Dumbledore's old bark-like face was filled with loneliness and loneliness that could not be concealed, and there was no attractive look in his cloudy eyes.

"Clark...Gellert...Ariana...Harry...life...death...hey..."

A long sigh echoed in this dark classroom, but there was nothing in the mirror.

Chapter end