I was inventing at Hogwarts

Harry thought Rigg was 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 as crescent-shaped as he smiled.

Rigg looked at Harry in surprise, he was a little touched.

"I'm so glad you have such a perceptive and trustworthy best friend."

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

"I assume you have discovered the joys of the Mirror of Erised and its magic."

Harry said excitedly: "I saw my family!"

He always thought that he would never see his deceased family members.

"Let me think about it...a red-haired Weasley sees himself becoming Head Boy?"

Dumbledore acted like a prank, saying things that Harry thought he didn't know.

"Principal Dumbledore, how did you know!"

Harry's eyes widened.

They inspected this classroom carefully 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 Rigg see? Can you tell me?"

"I'm sorry if I offended you. It wasn't something you had to tell me. Just an old man's little curiosity."

Rigg looked at Dumbledore inquiringly and said, "I saw relatives I met before, and we had dinner together."

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

Just like Rigg had been helping him these past few days.

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

He lowered his eyes and whispered: "It's been a long time since I left."

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

In fact, he left his parents, but he certainly can't say that.

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

He looked up at the mirror and said, "Then do you know what the things you see in the Mirror of Erised represent?"

Harry shook his head.

Rigg recalled Zero's words, "That's not a real scene, it's what we long for most?"

Dumbledore looked at Rigg in surprise, "Very few people discover his true nature the first time they use the Mirror of Erised."

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

Dumbledore silently gave Rigg a tick in his mind.

A talented little wizard who is willing to stand by Harry's side is rare and valuable.

We should also pay attention to the test of him in future experiences.

He shook his head, "I've been really busy lately. I'm old and my memory is bad."

"Please let me explain."

Dumbledore looked at Harry again, who was scratching his head.

Harry thought what he saw was real.

"The happiest man in the world can use the Mirror of Erised as an ordinary mirror, which means that what he sees in the mirror is his own image. Do you understand something?"

Harry thought for a moment and said slowly: "Mirrors allow us to see what we want...no matter what we want..."

"That's right, and that's wrong," Dumbledore said softly. "It allows us to see only the deepest and strongest desires in our hearts. You have never seen your family, so you see them. Stand around you.”

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

"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 and held it large in front of Rigg and Harry.

Then put the cloth over the mirror.

"However, this mirror can neither teach us nor tell us the truth. People waste their time in front of it, obsessed with what they see, even driven crazy, because they do not know what is in the mirror Is it real and possible?”

Harry thought for a moment.

If he didn't have Rigg's help and a pensieve to look at again and again, he would definitely be obsessed with looking at this mirror every day.

Harry shuddered.

Rigg also touched it, and he didn't know when the big tail surrounded him again.

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

"The mirror will be moved to a new place tomorrow. Harry and Rigg, I ask you not to look for it again."

Rigg hesitated for a moment and then talked about Nigel and the pensieve.

Dumbledore was even more satisfied.

"I think your father will be able to arrive at school tomorrow. As for the replaceable quills, I have to have a good talk with him."

Harry laughed immediately and looked at Principal Dumbledore gratefully.

Dumbledore winked at the two young wizards.

"Okay, why don't you put on that amazing invisibility cloak and go back to sleep?"

Rigg hesitated because Dumbledore had just asked him, and he was also a little curious about what the principal saw.

"Professor Dumbledore..."

Dumbledore, who turned around and shrunk the Mirror of Erised, stopped and listened intently to Rigg's question.

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

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

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

"What did you see when you looked in the magic mirror?"

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

Harry's eyes widened.

"You can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Christmas came and went without me receiving a pair of socks. People insisted on sending me books."

Breakfast time the next day.

Hermione's spoon fell into her cereal.

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

Hermione's voice was full of envy, "He didn't even deduct points from you and taught you."

Hermione gave up on the hopeless bowl of cereal, unable to reach it with the spoon.

Instead, I picked up a glass of lemon juice and drank it down.

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

Ron looked at the oily big chicken leg, and the big chicken leg looked at him.

I’m confused, “Why do I keep missing out on good things?”

"A good thing?"

"What's the good thing?"

Two tall, slender red-haired wizards suddenly appeared.

Even if Rigg didn't look back, he would hear this iconic chorus.

I knew they were the Weasley twins.

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

George smiled and hooked Fred's shoulder.

"What do you think the effect will be?"

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