Following Harry through empty corridors and lofty archways, and up and down countless staircases, they finally reached a room that looked like an abandoned classroom.
Many desks and chairs were piled against the walls, forming great masses of dark shadows. There was also an overturned wastepaper basket.
Zhang Xiao spotted the mirror at once, because it looked utterly out of place.
It was a magnificent mirror, reaching all the way to the ceiling, with an ornate golden frame supported by two claw-shaped feet.
A line was engraved across the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.
Looking at it, Zhang Xiao finally remembered what the mirror was called:
Arodes! ...No, damn it, the Mirror of Erised!
"Zhang, can you see them?" Harry asked hopefully. He was desperate for his friends to get to know his family too.
If his friends could see them, that would mean this wasn't his imagination, but a real image.
Harry pulled Zhang Xiao in front of the mirror, and Zhang Xiao gazed at its lavish frame.
As far as its actual job went, this mirror was utterly incompetent: its surface couldn't show even the smallest detail clearly.
Instead, the whole mirror looked hazy, as though it were filled with mist.
The instant Zhang Xiao stood before it, the mist inside seemed to pause for a moment before swirling rapidly.
Here it comes! What do I desire? Zhang Xiao watched with a hint of anticipation. Anything's fine, as long as it isn't boobs.
After a while, the mist cleared, and a figure appeared in the mirror.
She was a very beautiful woman with dark red hair, and her eyes-her eyes were exactly like Harry's.
*???*
Is Harley what my heart desires???
An utterly absurd feeling welled up inside Zhang Xiao. He couldn't help