On the third day of the Easter holiday, everyone was joyfully discussing their haul from Hogsade.
"Hey, did you get into that shop? There were too many people, I almost couldn't squeeze in."
"Of course. If only I had that many Galleons, it would be even better. Thirty-seven Galleons, I swear by rlin, I actually didn't find it expensive!"
"I've already written ho. I think I'll receive that magical object soon..."
Three senior wizards walked past Sean. Their conversation was loud, and people around them could hear it clearly.
But it didn't attract any attention because almost everyone was talking about the sa thing.
At the Gryffindor table, the Gryffindors who usually liked collecting Chocolate Frog cards were no longer discussing today's haul.
At the Ravenclaw table, the wizards who liked to visit Green's Bookstore couldn't help but think of those magical mirrors.
At the Hufflepuff table, the little badgers suddenly felt that Honeydukes' candies weren't as sweet.
If soone were willing to give them a Magic Hand Mirror, they would be willing to trade a roast chicken found during a late-night food hunt.
Only at the Slytherin table was a small group of people gathered around, with occasional shouts coming from within.
"Master Malfoy, are these..."
A short Slytherin said curiously.
In the crowd, Malfoy held his head high.
"Very nice, aren't they?"
Malfoy said pleasantly.
"However, maybe so people can also get so gold to buy Magic Hand Mirrors. For example, the Weasley family, they can sell those tattered mirrors. I think so museums would bid for them."
A group of Slytherins laughed raucously.
"Hey!"
Ron, who was being mocked, stood up imdiately.
Harry was on his left. At this mont, so book content inexplicably appeared in his mind.
The Auror Manual Sean gave him said: Aurors are in a state of ergency at all tis during missions. At such tis, Aurors have the right to imdiately deal with inexplicable provocations and obstructions.
Very strange...
Harry thought, but he liked this feeling very much.
Previously, no one had ever told him what was right and what was wrong; he could only figure it out himself.
Now, he could hold himself to the standards of an Auror.
If possible, he would beco an Auror.
Thinking of this, Harry's breathing beca a little rapid.
"Harry..."
Ron shook his arm, his eyes glancing at the book on Harry's table more than once.
Since the end of that Quidditch match, Harry had inexplicably started liking reading books. It was really strange.
The ridicule at the Slytherin table continued:
"If you ask , the Weasleys should be..."
Malfoy was still pontificating when he suddenly stopped talking.
A certain black-haired wizard holding a book was passing by.
Sean glanced at the Slytherin table, then fixed his gaze outside the stained-glass window. It was just getting light.
He didn't pay attention to the suddenly silenced Slytherins and turned towards the spiral staircase.
"Master Malfoy..."
A weak voice spoke.
Malfoy glared fiercely at the wizard who spoke. It wasn't until the black-haired young wizard had left that he continued the topic from before.
But Ron clearly didn't intend to let him continue speaking and walked straight towards them.
Harry followed behind him, and behind Harry, the Weasley twins popped out from sowhere.
"Take this—"
Fred shrieked, taking sothing mirror-like out of his bag. It had a soft horn and was snow-white all over.
"Dear little Ronnie."
George then rubbed Ron's head with his fist.
Ron was still confused when he saw Fred and George place a mirror in his hand.
"The museum gave us so paynt."
Fred winked at the Slytherins, especially the Quidditch captain Marcus Flint.
"Very generous paynt... Alright, we still have to deliver one to Ginny. A seven-way mirror, you know—By the way, Harry, this is yours. Don't forget to give the other one to the great Mr. Green."
George stuffed two more mirrors into Harry's hand, and then the twins swept away like a gust of wind.
"Why is it the Unicorn version!"
Ron yelled.
"Hey! That's very beautiful!"
Gryffindor's Parvati Patil retorted.
"I know... but, but... this isn't for boys!"
Ron's face turned as red as an Ashwinder.
"This is the Golden Snitch version introduced in Witch Weekly."
Harry placed the Magic Hand Mirror in the air with great interest. It vibrated its two transparent wings and followed behind Harry.
"That's not fair—"
Ron was imdiately indignant.
He no longer had the mood to observe Master Malfoy, whose face was turning red and green.
anwhile, Sean's hand mirror rippled again.
For the past two days, the young wizards' enthusiasm for calling had been increasing day by day. Many tis, the Magic Hand Mirrors were in an open state, and Sean had gotten used to it.
Usually, he would be happy to listen, but now...
"Knock, knock, knock."
There was a knock on the door of the Headmaster's office.
"An unusual guest, but I always welco you."
Dumbledore's voice was as wise and kind as ever.
"Headmaster Dumbledore."
After Sean walked in, he could see Dumbledore signing a large pile of docunts with a quill.
Headmaster Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, was perched on a golden perch by the door. It was as big as a swan, with bright red and gold feathers that were dazzling.
It shook its long tail feathers and blinked at Sean.
"Sit down,"
Dumbledore put down the quill as if relieved and looked at Sean with a smile.
"My ears tell that sotis they want to hear ideas from a young mind too much... Do you have any new thoughts on that stone, or our future? Any thoughts?"
"The Resurrection Stone has been placed under a powerful curse by Voldemort," Sean said. "It must be worn by a magical creature for the curse to take effect; otherwise, the Resurrection Stone cannot be used."
"Oh, I could imagine it would be like this."
Dumbledore continued to squint.
"I think..."
Sean glanced quietly at Fawkes. The phoenix unceremoniously stepped its claws onto his shoulder.
"Of course it is feasible, and I am very happy,"
Dumbledore smiled kindly.
"I am very glad you didn't think of other ideas... Burning Day is not far off. Dear Mr. Fawkes would be happy to do us a favor."
Dumbledore stroked the phoenix's head, and Fawkes affectionately pecked at Dumbledore's wrist.
Sean felt settled inside.
He knew that Mr. Fawkes could even swallow the Killing Curse, and the Killing Curse was one of the most powerful curses.
Therefore, he had always guessed whether Mr. Fawkes could also swallow this curse.
Now it seed his guess was correct.
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