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Chapter 57 Quirrell's Tears

Harry thought Rigg was being too modest.

Simple friends and roommates are not enough to reflect their friendship.

Harry added: "He's my best friend Rigg, sir."

Dumbledore's eyes behind his glasses were crescent like smiles.

Rigg looked at Harry in surprise, a little moved.

"I'm glad you have such a keen and trustworthy good friend."

Headmaster Dumbledore blinked slyly, "The Pensieve is a rare treasure, just like the Mirror of Erised."

"I guess you've discovered the joys of the Mirror of Erised and its magic."

Harry said excitedly: "I saw my family!"

He always thought he would never see his dead family members.

"Let's see...a red-haired Weasley seeing himself as Head Boy?"

Dumbledore said something that Harry thought he didn't know, as if playing a prank.

"Principal Dumbledore, how do you know that!"

Harry's eyes widened.

They had carefully inspected this classroom a few days ago.

"I don't need an invisibility cloak to be invisible."

In an ordinary sentence, it is Dumbledore's confidence in his own strength.

Dumbledore looked at Rigg and said gently, "So, what did Rieg see, can you tell me?"

"I'm sorry if I offended you. It wasn't necessary to tell me. Just a little curiosity of an old man."

Rigg and Dumbledore looked into each other's eyes, and said, "I saw the relatives I knew before, and we had dinner together."

Harry put his hand on Rigg's shoulder, hoping to give him some strength.

Just like Rigg helped him these days.

Rigg thought of his parents in his previous life, and his eyes felt a little moist.

He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "It's been a long time since I left."

In order not to make Dumbledore suspicious, Rieger ignored the subject of this sentence.

In fact, he left his parents, but it must not be said that.

"I'm sorry," Dumbledore's blue eyes were full of apology, "I still have some chocolate frogs and sizzling bee candies. Eating more sweets always makes people feel better."

He looked up at the mirror and said, "Do you know what you see in the Mirror of Erised?"

Harry shook his head.

Rigg recalled Zero's words, "That's not a real scene, but what we desire most in our hearts?"

Dumbledore looked at Rieg in amazement, "Few people discover his essence when they use the Mirror of Erised for the first time."

"Heimdall, Heimdall." Dumbledore suddenly realized, "You are the Heimdall that Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick often praise."

Dumbledore silently ticked Rigg in his heart.

A talented young wizard who is willing to stand by Harry's side is rare.

In the future experience, we should also pay attention to the test of him.

He shook his head, "I've been really dizzy recently, I'm getting old, and my memory is failing."

"Please let me explain."

Dumbledore looked at Harry who was scratching his head again.

Harry thought what he saw was real.

"The happiest man in the world can use the Mirror of Erised as an ordinary mirror, that is to say, what he sees in the mirror is himself. See something?"

Harry thought for a moment, then said slowly, "Mirrors allow us to see what we want... whatever we want..."

"True and false," said Dumbledore softly, "it allows us to see only our deepest, most intense desires. You have never met your family, so you see them stand around you."

"Rig is similar to you. He has always missed his original relatives. So what he saw was the happiest scene ever."

"Ron Weasley had always been dwarfed by his older brothers, so he saw himself standing alone, the best of them all."

Dumbledore pulled out a handkerchief, which grew large in front of Rigg and Harry.

Then put the cloth over the mirror.

"However, the mirror can neither teach us nor tell us the truth. People spend their days in front of it, obsessed with what they see, and even driven mad because they don't know everything in the mirror. Is it real, is it possible."

Harry thought about it.

If he didn't have Rigg's help, and he didn't have a Pensieve to watch again and again, then he must be possessed, looking at this mirror every day.

Harry shivered.

Rieg also touched the big tail that surrounded him again at some point.

It was obviously an illusion, but it brought him warmth.

"The mirror is moving to a new place tomorrow, Harry and Rigg, I beg you not to look for it any more."

Rigg hesitated for a moment, but still talked about Nigel and the Pensieve.

Dumbledore was even more satisfied.

"I think your father will be at school tomorrow. As for the replacement quill, I have to have a good talk with him."

Harry burst out laughing, looking at Headmaster Dumbledore gratefully.

Dumbledore winked at the two young wizards.

"Well, why not put on that wonderful invisibility cloak and go back to sleep?"

Rigg hesitated for a moment, because Dumbledore asked him just now, and he was also a little curious about what the headmaster saw.

"Professor Dumbledore..."

Turning around and shrinking the Mirror of Erised, Dumbledore stopped and listened intently to Rigg's question.

"I'm sorry if I offended you. It wasn't necessary to tell me. Just a little student curiosity."

Rigg used the same question as Dumbledore, and Dumbledore smiled broadly.

He is not afraid that others will imitate him, what he is afraid of is that others will not imitate him.

"When you looked into the magic mirror, what did you see?"

"Me? I see myself holding a pair of thick wool socks."

Harry's eyes widened.

"There are never enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Christmas has come and gone, and I haven't received a pair. People insist on sending me books."

Breakfast time the next day.

Hermione's spoon fell into her cereal.

"I really can't believe that you actually met Professor Dumbledore?"

Hermione's voice was full of envy, "He even taught you before deducting points from you."

Hermione gave up the hopeless bowl of porridge that couldn't be picked up with a spoon.

Instead, he picked up a glass of lemon juice and took a sip.

It's so sour, just like Hermione's heart right now.

Ron looked at the fat, oily drumstick, and the drumstick looked at him.

Wondering, "Why do I always miss good things?"

"Good thing?"

"What good thing?"

Two tall, slender red-haired wizards suddenly appeared.

Even if Rigg didn't look back, he heard the iconic chorus.

I knew it was the Weasley twins.

"Hey, Rigg. We're done with hats."

George smiled and hooked Fred's shoulder and said.

"What do you think the effect is?"

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