After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Seeing everyone excitedly eager to explore the treasure trove after learning the secrets, Ron finally remembered his business. "Wait! Wait a minute! Aren't we here to see the Mirror of Erised?"

Hmm...it seems like that's the case...

"I haven't forgotten. Why don't you lead the way?" Pansy raised her chin, pretending that she was not among the people who wanted to go treasure hunting.

Ron led them around and around until they found the Mirror of Erised not far away. The huge carved mirror stood there, looking no different from an ordinary mirror except for its grandeur.

A large area had been cleared around the mirror, more than enough for the ten of them to stand in. It must have been the work of the Weasley brothers.

"It looks very ordinary." Pansy looked it up and down, a little disappointed.

Hermione nodded in agreement. She had also thought it would be one of those mirrors that looked...magical. When she was little, her mother always told her the story of Snow White, and she had been obsessed with the magic mirror in it for a long time.

"Hey, come here and stand in front of the mirror. Hey, I saw today's great adventurer Ron successfully solved the mystery of the Egyptian pyramids~" Ron looked at the mirror happily. Although he already knew that this was not a mirror that could see the future, isn't it a good thing to know his dreams?

Blaise took a curious look, his expression becoming a little dazed. "So this is what I've been hoping for..."

He saw his young mother, smiling happily, leaning against the man he had only seen in photos—his biological father. Their loving gazes seemed to burn him.

Blaise suddenly realized: So that's how it was. As he watched his mother run around to protect Zabini Manor, as he watched her navigate various admirers to give him a better life, as he watched her never again smile the happy, innocent smile she had in the photos in each of her marriages...

He longed for the father whose memory had become blurred.

He loves his mother dearly. He strives to be her pride and to be her support... But he knows that some people are irreplaceable...

"Blaise? Blaise?" Ron called, waking Blaise from his trance. "What did you see?"

"I saw the scene of me and the great adventurer Ron going on an adventure together~" Blaise returned to his usual nonsensical state, but Ron always felt something was strange.

"Okay, Bryce, not every secret needs to be dug into. You can tell me when you want to. I'm here." Ron didn't know what Bryce saw, but it didn't matter. Friends also need secrets.

Blaise stared at Ron blankly, then smiled again. He stared at Ron intently and replied softly, "Yeah."

Pansy rolled her eyes at the two tall guys in front of her and said, "Make way, boys. Can't you see the two ladies standing behind you?" Then she rudely drove the boys away and pulled Hermione to stand in front of the mirror.

"Yes, a manor bigger than Hogwarts, filled with precious jewelry, endless new clothes, and exquisite afternoon tea. Well, it's worthy of me. Yes, this mirror is quite sincere." Pansy looked at the beautiful life in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

"Hermione, what did you see?" Pansy turned her head to look at Hermione, very curious about what the little witch saw.

Hermione was a little embarrassed. She whispered something, but Pansy couldn't quite hear it. "What? It's okay. Don't be embarrassed."

Are you embarrassed to stand next to her, the shining one? Pansy patted Hermione in understanding.

"I see you're all seriously exploring the ocean of knowledge with me." Hermione felt a little embarrassed. It was fine if she was just doing it herself, but she was also dragging her friends along. Would they laugh at her? She secretly glanced at Pansy's face.

"It's a pretty gorgeous desire, but I only read beauty books and fashion magazines." Pansy commented. She couldn't concentrate on anything else. Being a student was tiring enough. She had to use three radiant makeup brushes to cover up the dark circles under her eyes from staying up late to do homework before going out today.

"As expected of you, Hermione, the Ravenclaw's top scorer." Neville praised earnestly. He really thought Hermione was amazing.

The title of Ravenclaw's "Preschool King" comes from the little eagles. Ravenclaw has no shortage of academic masters and preschoolers, but it is rare to find someone as preschool-study ...

Not to mention that Hermione was simply a walking bonus machine, which gave them hope for the first time of Ravenclaw winning the house cup. This name spread secretly, but without any malice, it could be said to be a respectful name for the little eagles.

Hermione blushed, but she was really happy. Ravenclaw was a perfect match for her. No matter what she said, the little eagles could always agree with her.

"Neville, come and take a look. And this one? Classmate Theodore." Hermione quickly pulled Pansy aside. She didn't know why everyone went up in pairs. Was it a rule?

The Weasley twins were trying to hold back their laughter. They didn't say that two people had to go up.

Neville walked hesitantly to the mirror. He saw his father, mother and grandmother sitting together by the fireplace, watching him open presents under the Christmas tree. A smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

Theodore was a little hesitant to look into the magic mirror. He was a little nervous because he didn't know what he would see.

He saw Neville's happy smile in his peripheral vision, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly raised his head and looked over.

In the mirror, standing beside him was a very delicate and beautiful woman. Her hands were placed on Theodore's shoulders, her eyes were smiling, and her mouth was open as if she was saying something. Theodore opened his eyes, which were gradually becoming misty, and carefully distinguished each word.

She was saying: My baby has grown so big.

"Mom..." Theodore murmured until he felt a hint of coolness on his face. Then he looked away awkwardly and stubbornly, and walked into the shadow in the corner, as if he was in a daze.

Everyone tacitly ignored the faint sobbing sounds. At this time, it was best for Theodore not to disturb him.

"Hurry up, Harry and Draco, you are the only ones missing." George called out.

"We've seen our joke shops open all over the world," Fred said with a smile.

Harry and Draco were also interested in what they would see, and they stood in front of the mirror.

Harry saw his parents, Uncle Luke and Aunt Cissy chatting happily in Malfoy Manor.

I saw the Godfather reading a potion book intently, muttering something, which seemed to be a potion recipe.

Seeing Sirius's Animagus frolicking in the yard.

He also saw his grown-up self handling things in the study, while the increasingly refined and charming Draco was lying on the sofa next to him, engrossed in reading a novel, and making remarks to him from time to time.

The older Harry dotingly put down what he was holding and answered Draco's every word seriously.

He didn't continue to deal with things until Draco finished expressing his opinion and picked up the book to continue reading with satisfaction.

Harry watched, and a smile appeared on his lips. It was great that he had protected the one he cherished.

He came to his senses and realized that no matter how good the magic mirror showed, it was just an illusion. He would rely on his own efforts to protect his treasure.

He looked at Draco and found that Draco didn't seem to have any emotional changes. He couldn't help but feel a little curious:

"What do you see, Draco?" What was Draco longing for? Harry couldn't imagine.

Draco shook his head. He was still very curious when he stood over. What could he desire?

Is it the glory of Malfoy? Dad said that Draco was Draco first, and then Malfoy. As long as he was alive, he would support the Malfoy family. Obviously, he could live for a long, long time.

Or perhaps to achieve some lofty ideal? But he didn't have his mother's grand ideals. His mother had already embarked on this journey, and Draco knew her hardships and fatigue. But when Draco saw the unquenchable flame in his mother, he knew that she would succeed. After all, she was not alone.

The most likely thing was seeing his family, after all, Malfoy always put family first. However, his family members all had little things he secretly placed in their bodies to ensure that even if the world was destroyed, they would not die immediately together. He was not worried about their safety at all.

Money? Power? Status? A Malfoy couldn't possibly lack any of these. Draco really didn't know what he needed, what he longed for.

He looked into the Mirror of Erised, but there was no picture inside. He only saw himself. Bored, he picked up a strand of hair and twirled it around, and the man in the mirror did the same thing.

"Is this mirror broken?" Draco said dissatisfiedly. "It's just an ordinary mirror. I only see myself."

"Huh? How could that be?" Harry turned his head and looked at the same scene as before. "No, it's all fine, isn't it?"

Everyone gathered around. After all, no one had ever seen Draco in this situation before. Why couldn't Draco see it?

When everyone was confused, a voice suddenly sounded:

"I guess that's because Draco is the happiest kid in the world."