People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Harry burst out laughing. Afro looked serious, but asked a ridiculous question that made people laugh and cry.

23 feels that if the Mirror of Erised had consciousness, it would definitely have an expression that made the yellow bean man sweat.

Or, I'm cracked.

Harry took a few steps towards the mirror until his image appeared in it.

Harry looked in the mirror and saw two blurry figures appear beside him.

He pushed his glasses, and the fog gradually dissipated, revealing two very young men and women.

Judging from their similar faces, these are his parents!

Harry looked at the couple with a surprised and bright look.

The figure in the mirror smiled at him tenderly, the woman's hand resting on Harry's shoulder.

Harry looked at her and murmured, "Mom..."

His hand felt empty, and the touch of the sweater instantly brought Harry back.

Yes, his parents are long gone...

After the surprise comes great sadness.

"Harry..."

Harry turned his head slightly when he heard Afro's voice. His blue-green eyes seemed to be misty and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Aphrodite walked silently to his side and Harry hugged her tightly.

Afro's hand gently patted his back to soothe the boy.

She heard a faint whimper in her ears, and felt a burn on her neck, which then flowed into her collar.

In between hugs, Afro glanced up at the mirror.

In just a moment, she saw a little girl holding a teddy bear and smiling at her.

It turned out that in her heart, she was still unwilling to forgive her timid and cowardly self.

Afro seemed to be back in the sunny afternoon, the bustling streets, the cruel cries, the little bear thrown on the ground...

Harry finally came out of his emotions, and he realized that he had been hugging Aphrodite for a long time.

Although he longed for this warmth, Harry chose to let go.

One day, he will openly embrace the goddess of luck in his arms.

"Aphrodite, I just saw my parents in the mirror."

Harry sat in front of the mirror and stroked the mirror surface as if he was stroking his parents' faces.

"What on earth is this mirror?"

Aphrodite sat down next to Harry. She looked down at the metal buckle on her shoe. "It's called the Mirror of Erised. It can see through people's desires."

Harry sat in front of the mirror all the time, and Afro stayed here to keep her company.

"Aphrodite, what did you see?"

After a long time, a voice was heard in the silent classroom, and his voice was very hoarse.

Afro still didn't look up, and her fingers carefully traced the pattern on the golden border.

“Everyone I know is living a happy life.”

Aphrodite concealed the true image she saw. Although what she said was not what the Mirror of Erised showed, it was indeed Aphrodite's greatest wish now.

No matter they are from the magical world or the real world, Afro hopes that they can live in peace and happiness forever in a place where she can't see them.

Harry didn't know how long he had been sitting there. He only knew that there was a sudden noise outside the door, and that his arm, which had been numbed by Aphrodite's pressure, had lost feeling.

In the second half of the night, Afro couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep leaning on Harry's shoulder.

"Afro? Afro?" Harry gently pushed the girl who was still sleeping in his arms.

The long eyelashes flickered a few times, and the green pupils came into view.

Harry looked away bewilderedly, his eyes fixed on the noisy oak door behind him.

"It's already daybreak!" Afro straightened up, his neck crackling as he turned it.

When she wasn't paying attention, Harry moved the arm she had been leaning on all night. Every time he moved, Harry's brows furrowed.

The two of them avoided the early-rising students and returned to the Gryffindor common room, intending to rest up.

From that night on, Afro could see Harry taking the Invisibility Cloak out every night. He was still immersed in the illusion of nothingness.

After the snow melted, the soil on the grass was soft and moist, and the frost flowers dotted on the branches sparkled in the winter sun.

Afro wrapped her cloak tightly around her body, picked up the clean land, and hopped towards the owl shed.

She was still afraid of owls, so Hermione usually came with her, or she would borrow Harry's Hedwig.

After all, Hedwig is obedient and beautiful!

However, today Aphrodite is unlucky, Hedwig is not here.

The letter in her hand was to be delivered to Hermione. She could only hope to try her luck at the Owl Shed and see if she could meet a "kind person"!

"Good afternoon! Afro!"

Afro was standing at the door, stamping the snow on her feet, when she heard someone calling her name.

Afro looked up at the person who came in blankly.

Wood was wearing a black suit, with broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs. As he moved, you could see the clear lines of his muscles.

"Senior Oliver? Didn't you go home during the holidays?" Afro moved sideways to make way for him to pass.

Wood didn't expect that he just had a sudden whim to go out for a walk, but he actually ran into Afulo.

The boy's face is full of youthfulness, with a sunny and handsome smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

He nodded and walked into the house with Afro, "Are you here to mail a letter too?"

Afro walked into the house along the wall. After seeing the dense owls, her face turned pale and her fingertips holding the letter trembled slightly.

Wood checked to see that he had no new packages, so he stood aside and waited for Afro.

"Afro?" He was about to go to the door to wait for the girl, but when he turned around, he found Afro trembling and clinging to the wall.

Wood took a few quick steps forward, took her hand, and looked her up and down.

"No! I have to take you to see Madam Pomfrey!"

After saying that, Wood half-knelt down, put his big hands around her knees, held her waist with the other hand, and picked her up steadily.

Afro's lips trembled, as if she was trying desperately to speak, but her throat seemed to be strangled, and she couldn't make a sound.

It seemed her fear of owls was beginning to grow.

Along the way, Wood carefully adjusted her posture so that the cold wind would not affect her at all.

The boy's body is very tough due to regular exercise, but his embrace is very warm.

"Madam Pomfrey!" Wood shouted anxiously as he reached the door of the school infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey heard the shouting and hurried out from behind a white screen.

"Hurry! Put her on the bed!" She saw Wood holding a girl in his arms with a very nervous look, and thought the girl was seriously injured.

Wood carefully placed Afro on the bed, and every move he made was filled with cherishment.

Madam Pomfrey performed a set of examinations on Avro and found that apart from her face being a little pale, there was nothing wrong with her!

Madam Pomfrey: Playing!

"She is not ill," Madam Pomfrey said calmly.

"But she was trembling all over just now!" Wood described the scene he saw.

He thought Aphrodite must be ill, and begged Madam Pomfrey to check again.

"Actually, I..." Afro tried to explain her situation, but her voice was drowned out by the voices of Wood and Madam Pomfrey.

Afro: No! I am a patient! Please listen to me!

"There's nothing wrong with her! I think you are!" Madam Pomfrey was so annoyed that she slammed the tray in her hand heavily on the table.

What's wrong with these kids? They come to her to seek attention during the holidays?