Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

"You are too young now. You are not allowed to use this spell until you are proficient in using it."

“However, Master Si, the handwriting on it looks similar to yours. In fact, you could say that your handwriting is just a bit more casual. If you wrote it neatly…” Wu Mu wanted to use this opportunity to get some information out of him in advance.

"Stop talking nonsense, how did you stop the bleeding?" This was something Spike didn't buy, much better than Hagrid in that respect!

“I don’t know either. I couldn’t stop the bleeding, and I was terrified. I didn’t dare to look. I drank a bottle of healing potion first, and then used every healing spell I knew. When I looked over, the bleeding had stopped.” Wu Mu repeated Yi Long’s words.

Si Jiao did not pursue the matter further, because he knew that Wu Mu, a first-year student, could not possibly know how she stopped the bleeding caused by the dark magic attack; her stopping this time could only be a coincidence.

"Don't move your arm."

"okay!"

“{Rapid Healing} Vulnera Sanentur, Vulnera Sanentur, Vulnera Sanentur.” The teacher patiently treated Wumu.

After reciting the incantation, he found some white safflower on the wall and applied it to her.

"What is this?" Wu Mu wanted to touch it.

"Don't touch it, this is white dictamnus. Apply this and you won't have a scar."

Teacher Si: Doesn't this child feel pain? She...

"Thank you, Coach Si!" Wu Mu stepped forward and hugged Coach Si's neck, as if that was how he gave away the Christmas present he hadn't finished giving away!

He really loved Lily so much that he unconsciously hugged her.

Wu Mu reminded him too much of Lily.

I don't know how much time passed, but Si Jiao still held Wu Mu's waist, "Si Jiao? Si Jiao? Are you alright? You've been holding me for so long!"

Hearing Wumu's voice, Si Jiao finally came to his senses. "Wumu, do you know? You look just like your mother."

"Of course I know! Have you forgotten? I heard everything you said in the infirmary!" Wu Mu was slapped on the head by Si Jiaoyi after he finished speaking.

"Oh dear! Coach, couldn't you have been a little gentler?" This was the first time Coach had hit Wu Mu.

……

Girls dormitory.

That night, Wu Mu lay in bed, but soon sat up again. Yes, she was bored, and she was determined to find something to do.

Waving the wand, without incantation, Omu remained invisible, just as he had been then.

She ran back to the mirror.

The scene was the same, except that there were two Professors Dumbledore, but Wu Mu did not notice them.

"How wonderful it is! Everyone is living peacefully. Mom, do you know? Si Jiao still loves you very much. He's also very good to me now, and he helped me cover up two instances of violating school rules." Wu Mu touched the mirror with her hand.

"Dad, please be good to Mom in heaven. You haven't even been able to fly with me once. I'm a Chaser, and I scored fifty points in my first Quidditch game!"

As Wu Mu spoke, she suddenly felt wronged for some reason, shed two tears, and slowly clenched her fist on the mirror.

“Professor McGonagall is very kind to me too! She’s a very kind professor, as is Professor Dumbledore. And my brothers Fred and George call me Little Mousse, isn’t that cute?” Mousse looked in the mirror toward the Weasleys.

"I'm learning more and more spells! And my potion-making skills have improved a lot! From using up two desks at the beginning to now being able to make potions that satisfy the teacher almost every class!" Wu Mu didn't know why he felt wronged; these were all just scenes from movies.

"Am I tired? I think I saw two headmasters." Wu Mu wiped away her tears, and Dumbledore wiped his eyes behind her.

“Wait… two Professor Dumbledores… that means…” Wu Mu turned around and indeed saw Professor Dumbledore.

"Professor! I'll go back right away, please pretend I wasn't here!" Wu Mu tried to run away.

"It's alright, Mu. Since you're here, let's chat!" Professor Dumbledore patted the two chairs next to him.

Wu Mu stepped forward and sat down in one of the chairs. "You heard what I just said, didn't you, Professor?"

"Yes! I think... what you're seeing is the future you yearn for."

"Yes, I saw myself as I grew up, and I saw everyone else as well."

"This mirror is called the Mirror of Erised. Do you know its function?"

“It allows people to see their inner desires.” Wu Mu looked at Professor Dumbledore.

“Very clever! How did you know that?” Professor Dumbledore also looked at him.

“Because my parents are inside. They have passed away. Seeing them can only be a desire in my heart, nothing else.” Wu Mu put his hand into his pocket.

"This mirror can bewitch people's minds. It makes people see the people or things they desire most, makes them dependent on it, and allows them to die peacefully."

"Professor, I really hope I can save everyone. I keep having dreams that people are dying mysteriously, and I'm so scared!" Wu Mu took off his glasses and wiped away his tears.

Professor Dumbledore placed his hand on Wolmer's back.