In the mirror, Angelina saw the moment she had missed the Quaffle on the Quidditch Pitch because of a mistake, her face filled with frustration.
Ravenclaw's Roger Davies saw the cold, disdainful back Fleur Delacour had turned on him.
One student after another saw their inner selves in the mirror, whether hidden or laid bare.
Under Douglas's guidance, they began learning the "Clear-Mind Charm" and the "Bright-Thought Charm," trying to untangle their chaotic thoughts and steady their uncontrolled emotions.
Adrian Pucey grew increasingly impatient.
Making him take off his expensive dragon hide boots and go barefoot like some peasant had already been the greatest possible insult.
Now he was supposed to sit cross-legged and meditate like a fool?
He glanced at Douglas and quietly drew his wand while everyone's attention was on the mirror.
A simple Confundus Charm flew silently toward the Mindscape Mirror.
He wanted this wretched mirror to show him as the ruler of the Wizarding World.
The instant the spell struck its surface.
The mirror rippled violently, like a lake into which a stone had been thrown.
Rings of silver ripples spread rapidly outward.
Something strange happened.
The shadow beneath Adrian Pucey's feet suddenly began to writhe and stretch like a lump of brown sugar melting over a fire.
Then it "tore" itself off the ground and stood up.
It became a living, tangible entity identical to him, but composed entirely of darkness.
An intensely mocking smile hung on the shadow's face.
Imitating Pucey, it raised its chin haughtily and began shouting across the courtyard in a shrill, grating voice sharp enough to scrape eardrums.
"Look! Everyone, come and look! Here is our great, self-important Mr. Pucey!"
"He thinks rules are scraps of paper written for other people! He thinks petty cleverness trumps everything!"
The shadow exaggeratedly