Hearing Dumbledore relent, Harry, who had been looking down, let out a soft sigh of relief, a hint of a smile appearing in his eyes.
He had expected the principal to be stern and to stop him, but to his surprise, the principal was so easygoing, which eased his anxiety a little.
So Harry just stood quietly to the side, watching Draco to see what he would see in the mirror.
Ron was completely dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
In all his life, he had never seen anyone act so shamelessly in front of Dumbledore, nor had he ever seen the old headmaster indulge anyone so much.
After scratching the back of his head unconsciously, Ron stared at Draco in disbelief, inwardly clicking his tongue in astonishment.
Malfoy has an absurdly high opinion of himself; if it were him, he would have been ordered back to his dorm to reflect on his actions long ago.
Being his underling back then might not have been so bad...
At this moment, Draco was already silently asking the system in his mind.
Is there a way to make the Mirror of Erised see the desires in other people's hearts? I want to be able to see both my own and others' desires.
A mechanical voice echoed deep within my consciousness: Consume 100 Fortune Points to unlock shared vision with the Mirror of Erised.
It is permanently effective; you can view what others desire, and you can also view it yourself.
Without a second thought, Draco mentally agreed to exchange for that bit of Fortune Points.
The next second, a faint warm current swept through his mind, and when he looked at the magic mirror again, there was a layer of clarity in his eyes that no one else could detect.
Snapping out of his daze, Draco didn't hesitate. He reached out and gently took Hermione's wrist, leading her towards the mirror.
Hermione was caught off guard and pulled forward a step, completely stunned. She looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Didn't you want to take the picture? Why are you pulling me?"
Draco simply smiled without explaining, and gently nudged her so that she was facing the mirror.
Hermione was full of doubts, but when her gaze fell on the mirror, she froze instantly.
The originally cool and simple mirror surface seems to have been infused with a layer of gentle warmth.
A faint golden halo slowly rippled outwards. She stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror, her breathing unconsciously becoming softer...
There was no war, no darkness, no Voldemort, no life or death separations there.
Only on sun-drenched afternoons, with pale flowers blooming on the windowsill, does she sit quietly in her chair, reading a thick ancient book.
Parents are safe and healthy, with gentle smiles.
Friends were chatting and laughing not far away.
Draco sat quietly beside her, keeping her company as she read.
There is no noise, no fear, only peaceful times and safe passage of years.
Hermione felt as if the softest spot in her heart had been gently touched.
At that moment, Draco, who shared the same field of vision, also clearly saw everything in the mirror.
As he looked at her, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips, "So, Miss Granger's deepest desire is for me to be by your side, reading together."
Hermione snapped back to reality, her cheeks instantly turning bright red.
She frantically protested, "You... you're talking nonsense! That's just... just a mirage in the mirror!"
Ron, standing nearby, was dumbfounded, completely stunned, and stood there with a look of utter despair, inwardly cursing:
No way!
The conversation was just going through a sad family drama and some serious moralizing, but suddenly the tone shifts to showing off their love when it comes to these two!
Can you please consider the feelings of single people?!
As Harry watched this scene unfold, his previously heavy emotions eased considerably, and a gentle smile unconsciously appeared in his eyes.
He looked at Hermione's flushed cheeks and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was the best thing that his friend had such a comforting thought.
Dumbledore stood to the side, his hands behind his back, watching everything unfold, only stroking his beard slightly.
After a moment of panic, Hermione regained her senses, staring intently at Draco, her face still flushed. "How did you know what I saw?"
Ron, who had been standing there dumbfounded, suddenly looked up and exclaimed, "Yeah! How did you know?!"
Harry's gentle smile faded, and his questioning gaze fell upon the two of them.
He and Ron had tried it before, and it was crystal clear.
The image reflected in the Mirror of Erised can only be seen by the person who saw it; no one else can see it.
Draco's ability to pinpoint Hermione's deepest, most secret thoughts is truly astounding.
Dumbledore's smile deepened, as if he already knew everything.
He simply watched quietly, without uttering a word.
Only he knew in his heart that this child possessed some methods that others could not fathom.
Draco, seeing Hermione's flustered and embarrassed expression, chuckled softly, "Perhaps it's because we're on the same wavelength."
Hermione's face flushed crimson, like a ripe persimmon, and her heart pounded wildly. She stammered, "You... you're talking nonsense. Who understands you...?"
Ron was taken aback by the sudden intimacy and felt bored, so he quickly interjected:
"Alright, alright, if we're on the same page, then we're on the same page! Now it's your turn, Draco. Go stand over there and let Hermione see what you're thinking too."
Hermione forced herself to remain calm and quickly nodded, "Yes, you go too."
Draco readily agreed, "Sure."
He silently instructed the system to reveal the desires he saw in the mirror to Hermione and everyone else present.
With that in mind, he slowly walked to the magic mirror and stood still.
The once calm mirror surface slowly developed a layer of soft light, and soon the scene became clearly visible.
There was no power, no glory, and none of the Malfoy family's prominence.
There was only one figure reflected in the mirror— Hermione.
She sat quietly, reading, smiling gently; she was the most serene and beautiful sight in Draco's eyes.
Hermione froze on the spot.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, her cheeks burned, her heart pounded, and she couldn't utter a single word.
Ron was stunned, and it took him a long time to come to his senses. He then held his head and sighed repeatedly.
" Merlin's stinky feet! Even this mirror has to be disgusting with you guys! I'm speechless."
Hermione snapped out of her daze, her cheeks still burning, her eyes timid and flustered, as she turned to Harry and Ron, her voice trembling:
"You... you all saw it too?"
Harry nodded gently, a warm smile playing on his lips, his eyes full of blessings, and softly replied:
"Yes, we all saw it."
Ron, standing to the side, curled his lip, looking utterly dumbfounded, and spread his hands in a sarcastic tone:
It's impossible not to see it! The mirror practically screams "I only love Hermione!"
Upon hearing this, Draco was not ashamed at all; on the contrary, he readily admitted, "It's better that you saw it, so I don't have to say it again."
Hermione was embarrassed by his words again, her face turning completely red, but she could no longer deny it, and that sweet feeling quietly welled up in her heart again.