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"The Mirror of Erised..."

Looking at this famous magic mirror, Amber couldn't help but murmur.

Throughout the magical world, this mirror is quite famous.

He can reveal what a person desires most in his heart, no matter how well you disguise your appearance, you will be invisible in front of this mirror.

In the face of the losers, this is the most delicious medicine, in the face of the strivers, this is the light of the end.

Everyone can find what belongs to him here, and whether it is good or bad is up to him.

"Is that so, the longing of the heart? 35

While seeing this mirror, deep in Amber's heart, the urge to take a look at him arose.

This is the magic of this mirror, everyone has desires, it just depends on whether you are willing to face them or not.

And now, the mirror is facing away from Amber.

Another test for the old bee?

Thinking of this, Amber couldn't help sneering.

I see my heart as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is justice.

With such a mirror to try, Dumbledore would have seen himself a little too flat.

Thinking of this, Amber laughed, stretched out his hand and turned abruptly, and the smooth mirror surface instantly faced himself.

The mirror surface reflected Amber's youthful face, and a particularly determined smile appeared on his handsome face with sharp edges and corners.

In the mirror, a large group of people sat around Amber.

There was a burly old man who had never met before, and a newlywed couple who were both talented and beautiful, surrounding him.

And in Amber's hand, holding a torch.

The torch illuminated the road ahead, and behind it was darkness.

Amber in the mirror slowly walked forward, gradually separated from the newlyweds, and also from the strong old man, just holding a torch and walking in the dark darkness.

At this moment, there seemed to be a gust of wind in the mirror, and the torch in Amber's hand was shaky, as if it would go out in the next second.

Suddenly, another figure appeared behind him, chestnut curly hair fluttering in the wind.

He gently reached out and held the torch with Amber, the flames on the torch grew with the wind, illuminating the faces of his fellow travelers.

It's Hermione.

With Hermione's appearance, one after another gathered behind Amber.

There are the Weasley twins who jump out of joy, Harry Potter who looks determined, and Ronald who is visibly fearful but unwilling to step down.

Each of them stretched out their hands and held up the torch with Amber, and the flame on the torch grew bigger and bigger until it turned into a sun and drove out all the darkness.

As the darkness faded, more familiar faces appeared behind Amber.

Slytherin's prefect Edmund, half of Draco hidden in the crowd.

There was even Snape with a gloomy look on his face, and Professor McGonagall, who was still serious and old-fashioned.

Even at the back of the line, there was an old man with a gloomy complexion and a gray robe.

And an old bee in purple and half-moon glasses smiling at him.

"Hi Amber, nice to meet you here."

Huh? Did the old bee talk?

Hearing this voice, Amber froze for a moment, then turned his head subconsciously.

Only then did he realize that Dumbledore had been standing behind him at some point, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Hello principal, it looks like you've come back from outside."

Seeing Dumbledore in real life, Amber curled the corners of his mouth indiscernibly, then quickly adjusted his mood and greeted him.

"Yeah, Amber, I didn't expect to see you welcoming me when I first came back.

The words of the old bee always make people feel like spring breeze, but Amber is very clear, what kind of bad taste is hidden under such kind words.

So Amber didn't pretend to be stupid, and simply admitted his intention to Dumbledore:

"I just heard that Professor, you also hid some of the alchemy manuscripts here. I didn't expect to meet you. 39

"Actually, Amber, there are some questions you can just come and ask me.

"Come on, Professor, you don't have to be at school longer than an owl."

Amber pouted, seeing a thousand paper cranes flying out of the magic mirror, he quickly grabbed it, and stuffed it into his pocket without looking at it.

"The Mirror of Erised is very convenient and fun to hide small things.""

"It's true, but it's a bit overkill, and the value of this mirror is far more than just hiding things.

Stroking the edge of the magic mirror, Amber couldn't help feeling emotional.

The scene shown in the Demon Realm just now was so beautiful that Amber couldn't help but linger.

But Amber is very clear that falsehood is falsehood.

A truly beautiful future, on the other side of the thorny road, one must be very careful to be able to touch the edge.

The most urgent task now is to face the old bee in front of him first.

Seeing the old bee looking at him with interest, Amber asked:

"Professor, what do you see in this mirror?"

"Me? A pair of wool socks.

A familiar answer, a familiar tone, but anyone who heard it would think that Dumbledore was playing a harmless joke.

But even Dumbledore's past Amber knew very well. What he misses is perhaps the younger sister from the past.

"Wool socks are a good thing, put them on your feet and maybe find your way home."

Hearing Amber's seemingly inadvertent sigh. Dumbledore's eyes flashed a strange color.

"And you, Amber, what do you see in this mirror?"

"Maybe... it's family and ideals.

Amber raised his head and looked at the extinguished mirror, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"Family, what a beautiful word."

Dumbledore wiped his glasses, and a few tears welled up in his eyes.

"It's just that I thought you'd see a little more. After all, this weekend, you shocked the entire wizarding world."

"Okay, I thought it would be easier."

Amber shrugged. Without caring, he expressed his evaluation of the Bock family.

"Amber, I have to tell you that you are already very good. At least when I was your age, I didn't dare to start with a pure blood family."

Hearing the temptation in Dumbledore's words, Amber sighed and said:

"In fact, Professor, there is a view in the Muggle community that the idea of ​​pure blood will cause the demise of a race."

"Oh, Amber, the impact of this concept on the current magic world is a little too big."

Dumbledore deliberately made a frightened expression, then smiled, and invited Amber:

"But I'm interested in that kind of talk. If you're not too sleepy right now, why don't you come to my office for a drink?"

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