When Harry first saw the Mirror of Erised, he was stunned, because he saw his dead parents in the mirror. He could not wait to tell his "friend" Ron what he had seen, even though they had only known each other for a short time—more precisely, they had met on the train to Hogwarts.
Pomona stood by the window, holding a silver "lighter" in her hand. It looked exactly like the Deluminator Dumbledore had left Ron, except the one in her hand could actually light a flame.
Every second, images, words, thoughts, and sounds flowed through our minds. Philosophers called this "consciousness." Over the course of a day, human beings received too much chaotic, tangled information. In literature, there was a form of fiction that focused on depicting a character's conscious activity, rather than making every character as perfectly charming and unbelievably clear-minded as those in traditional novels.
Most people hoped to express themselves clearly when they spoke, to avoid being misunderstood. In certain situations, we gave "socially acceptable" answers.
For instance, perhaps you were in an utterly dreadful mood that day. Your wife kept nagging, while your newborn cried and flung baby food everywhere, staining the shirt you had planned to wear to work. You had no choice but to change into a new one. Then, when you opened your bedroom door, you found your teenage daughter using modeling clay to duplicate your car keys, because she planned to take your car out for a drive with her new boyfriend.
What a terrible morning. Yet when you arrived at the office, you still had to smile and say, "Good morning" to your colleagues. They would smile and say the same to you, even though the moment they lowered their heads, their faces darkened as they thought about the aggravating