Inside the room.
The chandelier overhead cast a dim yellow glow, and the shadows on the walls twisted with the flickering candlelight. A breeze drifted in from outside, making the flames on the ceiling chandelier sway gently. Though the light it gave off was far from bright, it still bathed the entire room in a soft halo.
At least most things were visible, even to Little Morgan.
"I'm speechless!" Ian stared at the object in Little Morgan's hands, utterly unable to understand it. He had spent so much effort painstakingly searching for what was hidden within the Mirror of Erised, only to find nothing. Yet Little Morgan, who had seemed completely unconcerned, had suddenly obtained the treasure he had racked his brains and failed to find.
Was this how the Mirror of Erised taught impatient people a lesson?
Ian felt a trace of helplessness. He also realized that he had just resembled Voldemort, falling into the same old trap—obsessing over something that seemed within reach but could never be obtained.
"Just how does the Mirror of Erised hide things?" Ian was still rather anxious, except his urgency had shifted from finding the hidden object to becoming obsessed with the Mirror of Erised's function.
Unwilling to give up, he leaned closer to the mirror again and carefully examined the runes. The runes on the mirror resembled mysterious symbols, every line containing secrets related to magic.
"No, no. Where the hell is that rune that should be here?" Ian's gaze moved across the runes, overlooking no tiny detail. Yet after looking for a long time, he still found no differences at all. He simply could not locate the special rune hidden within the mirror.
"Could this section of runes be hidden inside some invisible component of the Mirror of Erised?" Ian pondered