"Also, Professor." Harry turned his head toward Dumbledore's beard. "I don't think it's wise to keep this mirror here, and I don't think the other students at Hogwarts possess Ron's strength of will—the ability to resist the illusory temptation offered by this mirror."
Ron, who had been feeling a little guilty after being caught by Dumbledore, lifted his head and looked at Harry with sparkling eyes.
"If a young wizard becomes obsessed with the illusion they see and cannot—or will not—accept that it is merely a fantasy, I'm afraid it would be more than just a loss for Hogwarts," Harry added.
From the moment Dumbledore appeared, Harry had already connected all the dots in his mind.
This was definitely a trap Dumbledore had set, all to bring him before the Mirror of Erised.
But what was the purpose? Harry thought about it for a long time without figuring it out.
Dumbledore suddenly felt a little choked up. Those were clearly the words he had prepared to lecture Harry with.
But what was going on now? How had Harry turned around and used those words to lecture him instead?
He looked at Harry and found the boy staring back at him.
The young boy was like the sun at seven or eight in the morning—dazzling, yet not harsh, radiating nothing but awe-inspiring righteousness.
Perhaps I was overthinking it, Dumbledore thought.
A child like this was surely the finest sort of good child.
"I have to admit, you're quite right, Harry." Dumbledore smiled warmly. "Later, I'll have someone take this mirror away."
"Very well, Professor. Then Ron and I won't disturb your rest any longer." Harry pulled Ron along. "Good night, Professor Dumbledore."
"By the way," Ron suddenly said, "Headmaster Dumbledore, what did you see in the mirror?"
Dumbledore raised his head