Lin Yuan's Mirror of Erised

"Interesting... this isn't a simple spatial expansion spell, but a magic involving a higher level of causality."

His Soul Power spread out like liquid mercury, beginning to analyze the essence of this room.

"It can change its form and internal furnishings based on the intruder's most urgent 'need' from their heart... I see now."

"A causality-based Magic Artifact that can transform 'thoughts' into 'reality'. Its operating principle... is to screen and reshape the 'possibilities' of this world. Brilliant, truly brilliant! Its value even surpasses that small Magic Stone!"

Lin Yuan's eyes erupted with a light even more fervent than when he discovered the Soul Artifact.

This room is the world's ultimate "miracle"!

Analyze it!

As long as he can decipher even one ten-thousandth of its mysteries, his "Word of Command, Law of Manifestation" realm will no longer be an unreachable dream!

Just as Lin Yuan was immersed in the ecstasy of discovering a new continent, on the other side, Harry, who had just recovered from his shock, was also firmly captivated by an object in the center of the room.

It was a huge mirror, almost as tall as the ceiling.

It had a golden frame, ornate like beast claws gripping the ground, and at the top of the frame was carved a line of twisted, obscure text.

"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi."

Harry walked curiously to the mirror and looked inside.

He saw his reflection, a small, bespectacled boy with a somewhat nervous expression.

But... he wasn't alone in the mirror.

Behind him stood a woman.

She was tall and slender, with beautiful, long, deep red hair. Her eyes... Harry's heart gave a violent lurch. They were bright emerald green eyes, exactly like his own.

Her hand rested gently on his shoulder, and a loving smile, one he had only seen in his dreams, graced her face.

Beside the woman stood a tall man.

He had messy, untamed black hair and also wore glasses.

He was smiling, affectionately draping an arm around the woman's shoulders. The eyes looking at Harry were filled with pride and love.

It's... Dad... Mom...

Harry felt his breath catch in his throat.

He spun around abruptly. Behind him, there was no one.

Only the cold, empty room.

He turned back to the mirror.

They were still there, smiling at him.

Behind him stood many more people, all his relatives, grandparents he had never met, members of the Potter family.

They were all there, surrounding him, gazing at him with warm, loving eyes.

He was no longer the orphan who lived in the cupboard.

He was surrounded by love.

"Dad... Mom..."

Harry reached out, his hand trembling, and caressed the cold mirror surface, as if trying to pierce through the glass separating life and death to embrace the warm phantoms within.

Two streams of hot tears uncontrollably streamed down from his emerald green eyes.

Lin Yuan stood quietly in the shadows, observing the scene before him.

"So, it's the 'Mirror of Erised'."

His Divine Soul had already thoroughly analyzed the mirror's operating principles.

"A high-level mental projection Magic Artifact. It captures the observer's strongest subconscious fluctuations, their so-called 'desires', then uses the observer's own memory fragments and imagination to construct a false but perfect illusion in the mirror to satisfy this desire."

"Its core is a composite magic array of 'emotion amplification' and 'mental resonance'. It doesn't create anything itself, merely acting as an 'amplifier' and 'projector'. For those with weak willpower and deep obsessions, it is indeed a dangerous item capable of making one sink into it until death."

Lin Yuan's eyes remained utterly calm.

He looked at Harry, who was weeping uncontrollably before the mirror, and his only cold evaluation was:

"Because he lacked family affection since childhood, the desire for 'family' has become his strongest obsession. This obsession is his weakness, but also the source of his future strength. A typical sample filled with the contradictory emotions of humanity."

He shook his head, losing interest in the mirror.

"This low-level Magic Artifact, which can only reflect mundane emotions and desires, is useless to me."

His heart was as still as a deep well.

Since his transmigration, his Dao heart had but one goal—to achieve eternal life and roam freely between heaven and earth.

This was a grand and abstract ultimate pursuit, transcending the mundane seven emotions and six desires.

His heart was as clear as glass, as firm as rock.

He had no "desires" that the mirror could exploit.

Wealth?

Power?

Lust?

Family affection?

Friendship?

These were merely dust and passersby on the path of cultivation.

He believed that if he stood before the mirror, all he would see was his reflection.

A calm, emotionless seeker of the Great Way, devoid of joy or sorrow.

The mirror was ineffective against him.

Finally, amidst immense grief and exhaustion, Harry wiped away his tears.

He took one last, deep look at his parents in the mirror, then donned the Invisibility Cloak and left the room he both loved and hated, utterly dejected.

Lin Yuan's target was the Room of Requirement.

He intended to stay and thoroughly analyze every inch of its spatial structure and every trace of its law fluctuations from the inside out, treating it as a "causality-based Magic Artifact."

He turned, preparing to walk to the other side of the room and touch the walls that formed this "spatial bubble."

However, the moment he turned...

His peripheral vision inadvertently swept across the large, ornate Mirror of Erised.

It was just a casual glance.

Yet his steps froze as if bound by the most powerful immobilization curse.

The mirror did indeed show his reflection.

An Eastern youth with black hair and black eyes, wearing a Hogwarts uniform.

But...

That wasn't all.

The "him" in the mirror was utterly different from the real him.

The real him had a calm, deep gaze, like an unfathomably deep cold pool.

But the "him" in the mirror had no calmness, no indifference, not even a shred of "humanity" in his eyes.

What kind of eyes were those!

In those eyes, Lin Yuan saw the birth and destruction of the universe, the convergence and dispersal of stars, the ceaseless flow of time, the infinite expanse of space.

He saw the four fundamental elements—earth, water, fire, and wind—coiling around his fingertips like obedient threads.

He saw the cycle of life and death, like an intricate gear he could manipulate at will.

He saw the past, present, and future, three ceaseless, surging rivers converging at his feet, as docile as a pet dog.

The background in the mirror was no longer the empty room.

It was a boundless, indescribable void filled with both chaos and order.

Countless lines of pure "Law," emitting multicolored light, extended from the void, forming the skeleton of the entire world like a spiderweb.

And the "him" in the mirror stood quietly at the center of this "Law Net."

He was the center of the "net."

He was the Dao itself.

His every breath was the ebb and flow of the universe's tides.

His every thought was the birth and death of laws.

He reached out his hand and gently pointed forward.

The entire mirror surface shattered in his Spiritual Sense!