A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

For several days in a row, Harry would go to that classroom whenever he had free time, and then sit alone in front of the mirror, staring blankly at his parents' reflection.

Although he knew it was fake content, he still enjoyed it.

It wasn't until the third night that Dumbledore appeared in that classroom.

"You're here again, Harry?" Dumbledore stood at the window, his shadow cast by the moonlight onto the wall next to Harry.

Harry was startled by the sudden appearance of the figure. He immediately turned around and stood obediently next to the mirror, remaining silent.

"In my opinion, you, like many others, have discovered the endless fun that the Mirror of Erised brings."

"I'm convinced you now understand its magic." Dumbledore slowly walked up to Harry Potter. "I'll give you a hint: the happiest person in the world sees himself, his very own reflection, when he looks in this mirror."

“I know,” Harry said. “Like this sentence on the mirror, it shows us the most urgent and intense desires hidden deep within our hearts.”

Hearing this, Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction. "Harry, you're smarter than I thought."

Harry Potter scratched his head awkwardly. "Actually, I didn't discover it; it was..."

Harry stopped halfway through his story, only then realizing that Aaron had followed him secretly, which was a violation of school rules, and it wouldn't be good if Dumbledore found out.

"Oh! It seems that besides you, there are others who have seen this mirror."

"Harry, can you tell me who it is?"

Seeing Dumbledore's kind smile, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that things might not be so serious. But just in case, he still said, "Then you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone and won't punish him in any way."

"Of course, I completely understand that you want to take care of your friend's feelings, that's perfectly fine."

Honestly, sneaking over to look in the mirror in the middle of the night isn't a big deal, especially since you weren't caught by Filch, which means you didn't do anything at all.

Harry was stunned, finding it hard to believe that such words came from the headmaster's mouth.

"What? Are you surprised?"

I used to be a Gryffindor, and breaking school rules was commonplace for me.

However, for your own sake, you should do this kind of thing less often in the future. If you get caught, I can only handle it officially and at most plead for leniency for the student, but of course, that depends on the circumstances.

“Alright!” Harry felt much more relaxed. “Headmaster, I’ll tell you.”

Aaron was the first to discover the secret of this mirror.

“Aaron? Aaron Gaius?” Dumbledore’s expression froze for a moment, then returned to normal.

“I know him; his performance on the Quidditch pitch is impeccable.”

“Yes, that’s him.

Moreover, the professor only saw himself in that mirror.

"Really? Then it seems I'll have to pay more attention to this excellent young wizard in the future," Dumbledore said with a smile.

At that moment, Aaron, who was in the Slytherin dormitory, suddenly sneezed, opened his eyes from his deep sleep, and then involuntarily shivered.

"Why do I have this feeling of being watched?" Aaron muttered to himself, not paying much attention, and pulled the covers tighter to continue sleeping.

......

"Harry, you must remember, this mirror can't give us knowledge or truth."

People waste their time in its presence, even go mad.” Dumbledore’s words carried a hint of intimidation, causing Harry to turn his head away guiltily.

"So! We'll move this mirror away tomorrow."

I must advise you not to go to such lengths to find it anymore.

It won't do you any good to become so engrossed in your dreams that you forget about life.

Harry nodded silently, then put on his Invisibility Cloak and left the classroom.

Dumbledore slowly closed the door and looked at himself in the Mirror of Erised, a radiant old man holding a pair of thick wool socks in his hand.

"Aaron Gaius?"

A Slytherin, and a member of the Gaius family at that, is a bit tricky!

Hopefully, this won't affect my plans, otherwise... I'll have to make some adjustments." A wise glint flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, then he slightly raised his hand and put away the Mirror of Erised.

......

As the holidays ended and the snow covering Hogwarts gradually melted, students from all grades returned to the castle to begin their studies.

library.

Aaron opened the dragon encyclopedia that Genes had sent and, holding Abe, introduced each of its kind one by one.

Draco across from him was also reading a book, but his two henchmen were a bit of a letdown, as they simply lay down on the table and fell asleep.

"Aaron, I really don't understand why you're showing Abe books about dragons. It's better for him to read books about felines."

As soon as he finished speaking, Abbe jumped onto the table and bared his teeth at Draco.

If it weren't for the crowds and distractions, it would have definitely taken flight and slapped him hard with its wings, letting him know what the dignity of a dragon is.

Seeing Abe's expression, Draco felt a little embarrassed and gave an awkward smile.

Just then, Hermione passed by Draco carrying a thick old book. She paused when she saw Aaron and said, "Um, Aaron, could you come here for a second? I need to talk to you."

"Oh!" Aaron picked up Abbe and then closed the Dragon Compendium. "Draco, don't wait for me."

"understood!"

Hermione led Aaron to an empty table, then slammed the book she was holding onto it. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "I've found Nicolas Flamel."

"Wow!" Aaron raised an eyebrow and smiled, "This is really great news."

These days, Harry and Ron go to the library every day, but they always come full of excitement only to leave disappointed. I'm getting worried for them.

So, you found information about Nicolas Flamel in this book?

“That’s right! This is what I plan to do during the Christmas holidays.” Hermione flipped to Nicolas Flamel’s profile, “Nicolas Flamel is the only known creator of the Philosopher’s Stone.”

The Philosopher's Stone is a magical substance with amazing power. It can turn any metal into gold and can also create an elixir of immortality, granting eternal life to those who drink it.

The only surviving Philosopher's Stone belongs to the famous alchemist Nicolas Flamel, who celebrated his 665th birthday last year.

Aaron's lips twitched. "Saying that the Philosopher's Stone can grant immortality is a bit of an exaggeration, but I really didn't expect it to have lived for over six hundred years."

“That’s not the point. The point is Nicolas Flamel and the Philosopher’s Stone.” Hermione said hesitantly, “I don’t know whether I should tell Harry and the others about Nicolas Flamel’s identity.”

This might involve the priceless Philosopher's Stone; the waters are too deep.

"Hmm... I think you should tell them."

I don't know about other things, but I'm sure that this library has more than just the book you have on it that contains information about Nicolas Flamel.

In other words, they will find Nicolas Flamel sooner or later.

Since we can't hide it any longer, we might as well tell them sooner rather than later, which will save us some trouble.

"It seems like this is the only way."

"You're looking for Nicolas Flamel because of the Philosopher's Stone, aren't you?"

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "You should be able to guess it too!"

"The Philosopher's Stone is in the school, and someone is after it?"

"That's right. The Philosopher's Stone was originally in Gringotts, but now Professor Dumbledore has placed it in a room on the right side of the fourth floor, where it is guarded by a three-headed dog."

Harry and the others will definitely assume from the outset that Snape wanted to steal it.

"That's normal. After all, in the entire Hogwarts, only Professor Snape, who was the worst to them and even hostile to them, fits his guess."

Two things are certain at present: First, the people behind the scenes have not yet succeeded.

Secondly, the location where the Philosopher's Stone is hidden must not be guarded by just one Cerberus; there must be other defensive forces as well.

That thing is too precious; what if the dog accidentally falls asleep?

"Aaron, do you think we should tell Professor Dumbledore about this?"

“It’s best not to,” Aaron interrupted her immediately. “At least not now.”

"Why?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"First of all, you have no evidence that anyone wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and you have no direct evidence that the person who wanted to steal it was Professor Snape."

Secondly, how did you know there was a magic stone in the school?

This should be considered confidential, right? Don't tell me you're just guessing.

Hermione pursed her lips. "Hagrid let it slip by accident."

“Brilliant!” Aaron shook his head speechlessly. “If you tell Dumbledore, Hagrid will definitely be punished, without a doubt.”

Of course, there's also the most important point: if you tell Dumbledore, you might alert him.

The Philosopher's Stone is currently heavily protected, but if it were to be moved, the defenses would be greatly weakened, creating an opportunity for someone to take advantage.

Chapter 44 Hagrid's Curiosity About Abe

After listening to Aaron's analysis, Hermione fell silent.

She knew Aaron was right, but didn't that mean there was nothing they could do?

"But if that's the case, does that mean we can only wait around?"

"That's not entirely true. You can choose not to participate and remain unchanged in the face of any eventuality."

Noticing Hermione's unfriendly gaze, Aaron shrugged. "Alright! Just kidding. All you can do right now is look for evidence."

It would be best to identify who is behind this. With concrete evidence, all problems will be solved.

Hermione frowned slightly. "This is not easy at all."

"No, in fact, it's not as difficult as you think."

Because you know someone is going to steal the Philosopher's Stone, you know where the Philosopher's Stone is, and you also know who is guarding that place.

In other words, you have a certain degree of initiative.

Hermione suddenly realized, and the worry on her face eased a bit. "Yes, if this person wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone, he has to go through Cerberus."

In other words... Hagrid!