“Wandering around after curfew isn’t a good habit, Mr.
Potter.” Potter twitched his mouth at the words, but hearing the underlying amusement, he retorted, “Apparently you’re wandering around after curfew too, Mr.
Shafiq.” “Besides, you can call me Harry.
That’s what my friends call me.” “My honor.
You may call me Kyle as well.” The Savior looked around the room at the various marks left by magic practice, a clear hint of envy showing on his face.
After all, what boy at this age wouldn’t long for powerful spells?
Pointing at a gouge in the wall that reached nearly thirty centimeters at its deepest point, he asked, “Kyle, what spell left that mark?
What year do you learn it?” Kyle looked deeply at Harry.
The boy was either extraordinarily calculating—acting clueless despite having clearly noticed something—or genuinely ignorant.
The mark Harry pointed out was the most normal-looking one among the dark magic marks filling the room.
He completely ignored the corroded dummies, the Fiendfyre whose burning range had been carefully controlled, and the sickly green liquid that clearly dripped with lethal poison.
Of course, considering that all those spells had been kept under controlled intensity, making the mark of the Severing Charm the most prominent, it was also plausible that the Savior, coming from the Muggle world, simply hadn’t had enough magical common sense packed into his head yet.
Regardless of the reason, Kyle was forced to view the Savior in a new light.
“That spell isn’t in the curriculum.
I learned it from a book in the library.
If you’re interested, you can look it up.
You’ll probably need to read two or three foundational introductory books first to have enough background knowledge to attempt it.” “Uh…
okay, Kyle.
Thanks for the recommendation…
Were you practicing spells?” Harry awkwardly shifted the topic.
At this moment, Kyle reminded him of his good friend, Hermione Granger.
He believed the two of them would definitely find common ground.
Kyle naturally noticed Harry’s stiff transition, but he didn’t call it out.
Shrugging, he went along with it.
“As you can see, Harry.
What about you?
Wandering around the castle so late—did you find anything interesting?” Young wizards were always keen on exploring the castle’s secret passages, but those passages weren’t easy to discover.
Some only appeared during a full moon, while others were hidden behind portraits.
A single night walk was obviously not enough for Harry to stumble onto something.
Curiously, though, Potter actually hesitated.
Could this little guy have been lucky enough to find a secret passage?
That would be immense bragging material among lower-year wizards.
“Uh…
no, Kyle.
I didn’t find any secret passages.” Then what was it?
A hidden classroom?
The school kitchens?
As far as Kyle knew, those could all serve as themes for young wizards’ adventurous games.
“Sir, is there anything that can let you see the past?
Or make the impossible possible?
Or…
I’m not really sure myself.
In short, something that does magical things.” Hearing this, Kyle’s interest grew even stronger.
At the same time, a trace of vigilance flickered through him.
He subtly tightened his grip on his wand, shifting his left leg slightly to the side into a stance that made it easy to spring into action.
“Magic itself is magical enough, Harry.
Magic can accomplish so many things we can or cannot imagine.
Could you tell me in more detail what you encountered?” Evidently, having saved his life earlier paid off.
Since he had already started speaking, Harry decided to confide in Kyle.
“Just now, while dodging Filch, I stepped into an abandoned classroom.
Inside, I saw a mirror.” As he spoke, Harry cast an uneasy glance at Kyle.
Kyle didn’t speak, merely gesturing for Harry to continue.
“Um…
I don’t know how to describe it, but I saw my mom and dad in the mirror.
They were standing right beside me.
I was wondering if that meant something…
Will my parents come back to life in the future, or can that mirror summon their souls?” “I know it sounds unbelievable, but like you said, magic can do so many things we can or can’t imagine.
Can I bring my parents back through that mirror, Kyle?” Harry’s voice cracked with a hint of a sob, his eyes filled with helplessness and confusion as he looked at Kyle pleadingly.
Kyle went silent.
The heartbroken Harry looked like an abandoned puppy, making it hard to turn him away.
But thinking of certain possibilities, Kyle hardened his heart.
“I’m afraid not, Harry.
Can you tell me more about that mirror?
Did you try to communicate with it or ask it directly?” “No, I didn’t think of that.
Can mirrors talk?” “Who knows.” Kyle shrugged.
“Alright, a few final questions, Harry.” “When did we first speak?
Where was it, and why were we there?” As he asked, Kyle stopped disguising his posture.
He raised his wand, pointing it straight at Harry.
“Kyle, what are you doing?” Harry was startled by the sight.
He had thought this guy was a good person, but it turned out he was just an evil Slytherin!
Was he finally making his move?
Curse these Slytherins!
“Answer me, Harry.
Has no one ever told you never to trust a magical item that can think for itself, and never to open your heart to one?”