The mirror was completely empty!
No, to be precise, the mirror reflected only Harry's strikingly handsome and dignified figure. There were no other images at all.
It really was nothing more than an ordinary mirror.
Harry refused to believe it. There had to be something wrong with the way he had activated it...
Harry touched this and fiddled with that, made faces at the mirror, and muttered spells that even he himself did not understand.
"Mirror, mirror..."
"You are the most beautiful mirror in the world..."
"Reveal yourself..."
"Demacia..."
Harry finally gave up. He stood there in a daze, utterly dejected.
Harry raised his head, and the Harry in the mirror raised his head as well.
This really was a fine mirror—exquisitely crafted, gleaming brightly, and capable of showing his whole body.
But...
Damn it, this wasn't what he wanted to see!
This was definitely not the Mirror of Erised. It was probably a high-quality imitation. Harry stroked his chin and put on the air of an expert who knew exactly what he was talking about.
After thinking it over, Harry realized that confirming whether it was genuine would actually be very simple.
He raced downstairs and ran into the library.
Cho was standing beside a bookshelf with Little Cutie in her arms when she suddenly saw Harry rushing toward her.
Before she could react, Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her out. °°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.· ·._.·°¯°·.·° .·°°°
Thud. The book in her hand fell onto the floor.
"Harry, wait... the book..." Cho said.
But Harry did not stop. "We'll talk about it later."
Cho held Little Cutie in one arm while Harry pulled her along by the other hand. It rather felt like they were eloping.
"Thud, thud, thud..."
The two of them ran all the way to