"It’s nothing, Hagrid, I’m just brushing my teeth." Ian quickly interrupted Hagrid’s shouting, and as he spoke, several bubbles popped out from his mouth.
These bubbles floated lightly in the air, as crystal clear as morning dew, yet fleeting like dreamlike illusions—clearly a sign that he had accidentally squeezed out too much toothpaste.
"Sorry, Little Ian, I was distracted."
Hagrid’s massive fra wasn’t moved an inch by Ian’s bump; he felt nervous and guilty for knocking Ian over but was unable to bend down to help him due to the burden on his shoulder.
"It’s okay, I bumped into you."
Ian stood up and dusted off the dirt from his backside. His gaze was drawn to the ancient mirror in Hagrid’s hands, the patterns on which felt very familiar to him.
"The Mirror of Erised!"
Ian couldn’t help but exclaim, his eyes filled with excitent. He had always thought that he would only find this in Hogwarts in the next sester.
"You recognize this mirror?"
Hagrid looked at the small figure in front of him with so surprise.
"Of course, of course, I’ve seen it in books." Ian’s eyes couldn’t leave the Mirror of Erised, and if he guessed correctly, this was the mirror Teacher Morgan wanted.
"You’re quite the knowledgeable little wizard." Hagrid patted Ian’s head with his big hands, "I don’t know what it is, but Dumbledore asked to find it and bring it to his office. I think Dumbledore must need it for dressing; the Headmaster’s office has indeed been lacking a full-length mirror."
His words left Ian a bit confused.
"You haven’t looked at this mirror?" Ian thought Hagrid probably hadn’t lifted the cloth covering the mirror; otherwise, even without knowledge of the Mirror of Erised, he should understand its most direct function.
"Dumbledore told not to look, I must listen to him. If he says so, there must be a reason." Hagrid’s expression naturally showed what true loyalty ant.
"Can I take a look?"
Ian knew that if used correctly, the mirror could even speak; even without that usage, it could still reveal a person’s deepest desires.
Who wouldn’t be curious about this?
Anyway, Ian very much wanted to know what his deepest desire was, whether it was to stand at the pinnacle of magic and be an extraordinary wizard or have a warm, wonderful family.
"Well, you’ll have to go to Dumbledore for that; I can’t make decisions on his behalf." Hagrid hesitated a bit but still didn’t agree, perhaps worried there might be dangerous magic attached to the mirror.
"Alright."
Ian felt sowhat reluctant but also knew he would definitely go to Dumbledore since he had promised in the Misty Illusion Realm to help Morgan find and bring this mirror.
"Good lad, I need to place this mirror in Dumbledore’s office first. There’s a lot to do today; I also need to help him find so rare materials in the Forbidden Forest."
"If you have ti, co to my cabin. I’ll also help you find so things you need." After one last pat on Ian’s head, Hagrid headed towards the Headmaster’s Office.
He was obviously well-acquainted with the magic potion materials Ian often used.
"What is Dumbledore planning to do..." Ian watched Hagrid’s massive silhouette, and when he finally looked away, his attention was caught by a small pouch on Hagrid’s waist.
As the small pouch collided with a set of keys.
The sound was very crisp.
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