Chapter 163 Death

It was the third night after Christmas, and Harry was sitting on the floor in front of the mirror in the abandoned classroom on the sixth floor.

"So - you're here again, Harry?" Dumbledore revealed himself and sighed.

As for Harry, after hearing Dumbledore's words, he felt like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. This surprised Ryan, who was observing everything in the dormitory, that human hair would really stand up.

"I-I didn't see you, sir," Harry stammered.

"It's strange that you have become myopic after turning invisible." Dumbledore said with a smile, and Harry, who had not lost his ability to observe words and emotions, noticed Dumbledore's attitude and breathed a sigh of relief. Her hair became softer again, and the goosebumps on her body disappeared.

"Can this magic mirror see the future?"

"I resurrected my family!" Harry said excitedly.

After Harry calmed down, he immediately thought that the magic mirror was related to Dumbledore. Knowing the existence of the Resurrection Stone, he couldn't help asking about his truest desire.

"Harry, what is lost cannot be restored."

"Beautiful flowers will bloom, but one day they will wither; living creatures in this world are just travelers for a moment."

"Harry, don't be sad for your dead relatives. One day, we will go there too. Death is just another great adventure." Dumbledore said seriously.

"No, these are just cowardly remarks. Magic is a miracle and the key to changing the laws of the world." Harry said. At this moment, he forgot that the person in front of him was Dumbledore. He only knew that this person was denying him. Wanting him to obey and accept the hateful existence that his family cannot return to.

"Death is not the end of everything. Death is just a kind of change."

"Flowers bloom, and then they wither; stars twinkle, but they will eventually disappear; whether it is the earth, the sun, the Milky Way, or this vast universe, it will all die one day. Compared with these, human life - It's just as short as the blink of an eye. In such a short time, people are born, laugh, cry, fight, get hurt, be happy, be sad, hate someone, fall in love with someone, these are all momentary encounters. "I will fall into the eternal sleep of death," Dumbledore said, and Ryan discovered that the Elder Wand in Dumbledore's hand was glowing in a way that ordinary people could not see, and a magnificent and great will was affecting him. .

Is it the God of Death?

Even Dumbledore himself didn't notice it!

This was the truth about Nicolò Flamel's acceptance of death, and it affected him.

The substance of the Philosopher's Stone, and the immortality it achieves, are not what Ryan said in Harry Potter fan fiction in his previous life - he is just immortal, but will continue to age. Some even say that this is at the expense of reducing his magical ability. .

But this is not real. The magic stone is not a simple alchemy tool. It is more similar to the golden elixir and the soul in fantasy novels.

As long as it is in the hands of a wizard, he is indestructible and can create immortal tools.

By taking the elixir produced by him, not only will one not die, but one's body will also maintain a youthful appearance. This is already close to the most perfect form of immortality.

And the so-called boredom of life is even more nonsense. The world is developing rapidly, and it is not at this point in time that we are really tired of life.

The so-called twilight thinking of the immortals assumed by those in my previous life, and the idea that immortality is painful, is just the same as saying sour grapes when you can't eat them.

Immortality is the largest collection of desires in the world, and everything else is included in it.

"Well, the specific function of this magic mirror is." Harry said. He quickly came to his senses and realized that this mirror probably did not have the ability to predict the future. In addition, he felt that the current principal was a bit strange, so he returned Let’s get to the very beginning of the topic.

"Harry, look at the top of the mirror." Dumbledore came back to his senses, as if the previous words were not his.

"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi, it doesn't make sense at all." Harry frowned and read.

"If you turn it upside down and make a sentence, it's "I show not your face but your heart's desire (I show not your face but your heart's desire). "Dumbledore explained, "Its name is also called The Mirror of Erised, and Erised means Desire. Now, I guess you already know his magic power. "

"He could see my inner desires," Harry said.

"And made your friend Ron see himself becoming Head Boy," Dumbledore said playfully.

"How do you know-" Harry looked surprised.

"I don't have to have an invisibility cloak to be invisible." Dumbledore said gently, and Ryan couldn't help but curl his lips. This bad old man was clearly not here yesterday, but he saw everything through this mirror.

"Harry, you and your friend Ron stayed here all night yesterday, and my knees still hurt." Dumbledore rubbed his knees.

"Sir, are you just standing here and costing us the night?" Harry felt. Dumbledore nodded shamelessly and sat with him in the principal's office. It was almost the same, Dumbledore thought.

"Harry, you have to understand that this mirror can neither teach us knowledge nor tell us the truth."

"It will only waste your time. If your friend Ron really has the potential to become the president of the student union in the future, but if he spends a lot of time on this, then the bright future he should have will never be realized." Dumbledore said earnestly.

"Then what about my dream, or my desire." Harry thought of his family again.

"Harry, it's a good idea to stick to your dream, but when it exceeds a certain degree, sticking to your dream will become useless and even dangerous. When you stick to a dream that can never be realized, or a dream that should not be realized, life will continue to disappear. And what you desire most in your heart is unattainable. Although it is very unfortunate to lose your family, staring at something you can never have will only hurt you." Dumbledore paused, as if thinking of himself.

"The mirror will be moved to a new place tomorrow, Harry, I ask you not to look for it again. If you happen to see it one day, you should be prepared. It is useless to indulge in unreal dreams and forget about real life. Remember this. Well, why don't you put on the wonderful invisibility cloak and go back to bed?" Dumbledore continued to say to Harry.

"Sir... Professor Dumbledore... Can I ask you a question?" After Harry suppressed his thoughts, curiosity surged in his heart.

"Of course, you just did it." Dumbledore smiled, "But you can ask me another question."

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

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

"There are never enough socks to wear," Dumbledore said, "Christmas came and went, and I didn't receive a pair of socks. People insisted on giving me books."

Harry's eyes widened.