Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 63 The matter of hanging a faceless dark circle on a street lamp.

"Hmm...a mirror?" Ron murmured, looking at Kane as if he were looking at a private chef.

"Can't you two come a little closer?" Kane gently nudged Harry and Ron twice, telling them to move forward a bit. In an instant, Harry, who was about to complain about Kane calling them here so late at night, stopped talking.

"Who...who...who are they?" Harry asked blankly, while Ron curiously leaned closer, only to see nothing, since the Mirror of Erised could only process one person's desire at a time.

Otherwise, what if we had to handle both at the same time? Harry's mother became the Hogwarts Student Council President and then knelt down to give Harry a loving hug?

Harry, noticing Ron's urgency, stepped aside, giving the mirror to Ron, while he himself looked at Kane and asked, "What's wrong with this mirror?"

"It allowed you to see what you most deeply desire in your heart, and you saw it...?"

Harry swallowed hard. "I think they should be my family."

"Ah... family, it's so good." Kane sighed and took a few steps back, sitting down at a desk in the corner.

"Is this what you wanted to see? Harry's favorite thing is his family?" Kane asked softly, knowing that Dumbledore was sitting next to him.

"Who Harry saw inside, and what their identities were, is not the most important thing. Whether they were family, friends, or lovers, it doesn't matter. The most important thing is love." Dumbledore's voice rang in Kane's ears, while Harry and Ron, who were not far away, were completely unaware.

"Harry has never experienced love growing up. I thought he would crave something more practical, but now it seems... he's a really good kid." Dumbledore said, then gently nudged Kane's shoulder.

"It's time to pull him out of his pathetic illusion; people always have to embrace reality."

Kane shook his head: "It's not like it's a heinous crime. What's wrong with Harry wanting to spend more time with his parents?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Then stay a little longer."

Time flies, and the Christmas holidays are coming to an end. During this time, apart from eating, sleeping and going to the toilet, Harry spent almost every moment in this abandoned classroom looking at his parents in the mirror.

Doing nothing, sometimes just sitting cross-legged with hands supporting their face can last for most of the day.

Even Kane, who initially thought it wasn't a crime, couldn't stand it anymore.

"So Harry, aren't you going to come out?" Kane stood at the door of the abandoned classroom. He even thought Harry was addicted to this, but he couldn't say anything yet, after all, no one can completely give up love.

"Um, Kane, have you met your parents?" Harry asked slowly, still staring intently at the mirror.

"Never seen it before, no memory of it."

"Don't you miss them?" Harry then asked.

"They never raised me, or maybe they never had the chance to. It may sound cold-blooded to say this, but I really don't want to. Would you miss your great-great-great-grandfather whom you've never met?" Kane asked rhetorically.

"I'm not coming here tomorrow, today is the last day," Harry said, turning to Kane.

"You probably won't be able to see it here tomorrow anyway," Kane said as he left the dilapidated classroom. The Hogwarts Express would be arriving soon, and he and Ron would have to go pick up Hermione.

Soon, at Hogsmeade Station, Kane, wearing a horned hat and carrying two hand warmers in his pocket, nudged Ron, who was shivering from the cold, with his elbow.

"Here's something good for you." Kane stuffed the warm stone into Ron's cold hand, and in an instant Ron let out a loud roar.

"hot!"

Kane picked up the warm stone that Ron had accidentally dropped from the ground with a sigh. The poor kid was now frozen solid.

Soon, as the little train chugged into the station, Hermione, who had been searching for Kane and Harry for over a while without success, finally got off.

Then she saw Ron waiting on the platform... and Kane too.

In an instant, Hermione's cerebral cortex was soothed, and she felt completely relieved.

It's understandable that Celestial Dragons have special ways of returning to school. Maybe while I, a commoner, am on a magical little train, they have a magical giant rocket.

"Where's Harry?" Hermione walked over, completely ignoring why Kane had returned to school early, and then asked another question.

"Him? We'll take you to him. We found something really amazing at Hogwarts these past few days." Ron said, taking Hermione's huge backpack and heading towards Hogwarts.

Soon, in that abandoned little classroom.

"Hmm—isn't this just an ordinary mirror?" Hermione pointed at the Mirror of Erised in front of her, then looked at Kane and the others with a puzzled expression. She even thought it was a not-so-malicious prank.

"You can't see what's inside?" Harry asked in surprise. After all, the three of them had seen what they longed for inside. Although they didn't know what Kane saw, there was something there. But Hermione, on the other hand, saw that the Mirror of Erised was just an ordinary mirror.

Does this seem right?

"Hmm? I think I understand what you mean. This mirror can reflect a person's inner desires? But my desires are being satisfied all the time. I want to study hard, I study hard every day, I want to become a better version of myself, and I put it into action. So maybe that's why I can't see the fantasies in the mirror." Hermione scratched her head and said in a very ordinary tone.

"All I can say is... Hermione, you're something else." Kane flicked out a thumbs-up with his fist. Harry and Ron quickly echoed, acknowledging Hermione's awesomeness.

The four chatted for a couple more minutes in the empty classroom before leaving to go to the auditorium for dinner.

Before leaving, Hermione took one last look at the Mirror of Erised. In the mirror, Hermione looked incredibly spirited, holding a wand in her left hand and a belt in her right. Beside her was a streetlamp, and hanging on the streetlamp was a person without features, without a face, and whose gender was even indistinguishable.

If you had to identify him, the only thing you could see was that he had two dark circles under his eyes.

In the Great Hall, the four of them deliberately sat in the corner of the Gryffindor table because they wanted to conspire loudly about something they didn't want ordinary people to discover. As a result, Quirrell, who didn't see the professor's seat, left early and returned to his office.

"Master, you...you want me to prepare the ritual altar for plundering the shadow magic within Kanehis's body? I...I'm ready. Would you like to check it?"

In the office, Quirrell looked at his noseless face in the mirror and said obsequiously.

"Hmm...no need. You've done a great job, Quirrell. Now that the preparations are so perfect, I think we can get started," Voldemort said hoarsely inside Quirrell's head.

"Master, Master, when?"

"I'm looking for a day that matches my magic, and I'll let you know when that day comes."