That night, Harry, Ron, and Tierra returned to the dormitory in low spirits.
Tierra had seen his hometown and could not calm his emotions for a long time, while Harry and Ron had started a small argument over the different things they had seen in the Mirror.
Harry insisted that the Mirror had allowed him to see his lost parents, while Ron practically believed it could predict the future.
But neither of them disturbed Tierra, because the expression on his face was far too sorrowful and frightening.
After Harry and Ron had both fallen asleep, Tierra quietly vanished from beneath his covers and appeared in a library tens of thousands of light-years away.
This was Tierra's first time returning to the library since entering Hogwarts.
The confusion, shock, and grief from earlier had only been temporary.
Hogwarts was good, and this Magical World was good too, but neither would ever truly be where he belonged.
Tierra missed home. He had been transported here for five years now. Even back when he had been studying for his master's and doctorate, no matter how busy he had been with experiments, he had never been away from home for so long.
He missed his parents, that old residential complex, his laboratory, his classmates, his Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters, and the doctoral dissertation saved on his computer that only needed its final polish before it could be submitted...
His parents had never died. When Tierra had died in his previous life, they had only been in their early fifties, not yet sixty. His mother had a little rheumatism in her legs, and his father had a mild fatty liver. Even if they lost their son in their old age, they would not collapse at once. They had lived comfortably for years and were