"Merlin's magic!"
Dana felt it was too magical. Merlin's body had clearly been drained by him, yet he could still receive Merlin's magic—did this mean Merlin had hidden a portion of his magic somewhere? As for why he was already at his magic limit and unable to control it, yet he still wanted to absorb more magic, the tiny bit added by summoning Merlin's magic was truly a drop in the ocean compared to the vast magic within his body now, so this little bit didn't make a difference. But looking at it long-term, daily accumulation couldn't be neglected. This was Dana's reasoning.
"Reparo!"
Restoring the parchment that had been shattered into fragments, Dana extinguished the lamp and turned over onto the bed—or rather, levitated an inch above the bedding.
"Tap, tap, tap!"
A knock sounded at the door. Dana frowned, tiptoed over, and opened it.
"Harry? What do you need me for so late?"
Harry was panting. "Dana, I want to take you to see something good!"
Dana rolled his eyes inwardly. At this point in time, the good thing Harry could show him was nothing more than the Invisibility Cloak or the Mirror of Erised—unless he planned to show off Ron's drool-soaked, yellowed bedsheets?
"What good thing?"
"You'll see when you come with me!"
Dana shrugged, refusing. "It's late, Harry. I think I should be sleeping now."
Harry shook his head repeatedly. "No, Dana, you might not see that good thing after tonight!"
"What exactly is this good thing?"
"It's a mirror, Dana! A mirror that lets you see the person or thing you most hope to see! I think, maybe you can see your mother in the mirror!"
Alright, Dana admitted, he was persuaded by Harry's last sentence. To be able to see his mother, even if it was illusory.
"Okay, I'll go."
Exiting the common room, Harry raised the Invisibility Cloak. "Quick, come in, Dana. No one can see us in here!"
Dana looked at his half-floating self, blinked, and realized he'd have to bend over while tiptoeing. This was too much of a test for his body—he wasn't a dancer!
"No need, Harry."
Saying that, Dana cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself.
"Wow! Dana! What is this magic?"
"Disillusionment Charm."
"Can I learn it?"
"Don't you already have the Invisibility Cloak?"
"Okay."
Harry was a clever kid. Although he was hiding in the Invisibility Cloak, he remembered to reveal a small corner of his robe so Dana could keep up with him.
Soon, the two arrived at the room hiding the Mirror of Erised.
"Dana, this is it!"
Looking at the imposing Mirror of Erised, Dana was stunned. He was somewhat fearful. He wasn't sure what he would see. Ultimately, the longing for his mother made him step forward.
In the mirror, his mother was wearing her favorite dress, still so beautiful and gentle. She sat at the dining table at home, her mouth opening and closing. Dana knew this was the scene of his mother telling him stories in his memory. Tears flowed involuntarily.
"Dana, do you see your mother?"
"Yes, Harry," Dana said, his voice choked with emotion. "I saw her."
Tears gradually showed signs of gushing out. Dana vigorously wiped his eyes but still couldn't bear to blink, staring straight at the mirror.
"She's still like this, Harry. Oh, coming out with you tonight was a terrible decision. It makes me miss Mom even more, and I can never see her alive again."
An obscure gaze disappeared in the room. Dana wiped his eyes again, wiped his face, and stopped crying.
"Alright, we can't get lost in memories, Harry. Let's go, I've seen enough."
"Ah, ah? Okay, Dana."
Before leaving, Dana turned back to look at the mirror again.
In the mirror, his mother was still smiling so gently, her eyes full of him, and behind her, a group of people were kneeling in a row—Oliver Avery, Goyle Avery, Donna Avery, and a man with a blurred face wearing a gentleman's hat. These people kneeling on the ground all had ferocious faces, wailing in pain, only because behind them, a group of red little devils were using steel wool to scrape their flesh, and their lower bodies were now only white bones.
Mirror of Erised—can reflect the deepest desires in the viewer's heart.
Heh, Dumbledore.
Originally, he planned to master the surging magic in his body in one day, but Dana took a full two and a half days. It wasn't until noon on the third day that he announced he could perfectly control the magic within his body. Not easy, he could finally move like a normal person. Of course, these few days of tossing and turning were not in vain. Dana's spell level and Transfiguration level went straight up two levels. Even if Professor McGonagall went all out, Dana could last for several minutes!
Don't underestimate this achievement—Professor McGonagall might not be well-known, and she usually didn't show off, but it couldn't be denied that from a young age, she was an absolute genius. She was a fierce witch who had never been recorded as having a defeat in the original book, even when facing Voldemort! Okay, at that time, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Slughorn were fighting Voldemort. But that's still amazing, okay?
Don't forget, Dana was only eleven years old this year!
After soaking in the library for half a day, when the lights went out in the evening, Dana directly cast the Gate of Spandim in the room. As he expected, Hogwarts blocked Apparition but not the Gate of Spandim.
Merlin's magic was really something.
With one step, he crossed hundreds of kilometers and came to a room. This room was very small, with only one bed. The room was covered with thick dust, and it looked like it had not been inhabited for a long time. Dana opened the window, turned into a black cat, and jumped out.
This was Avery Manor.
And this room was where the Avery family temporarily resided during the annual family reunion for branch families and affiliated family members. In his early years, Dana used to come with his mother to participate in family gatherings and lived here.
Dana skillfully walked through the garden, heading toward the main house of the manor. His goal tonight was very clear—to retrieve the tapestry of his mother's family. Intuition told him that there should be more secrets hidden in the tapestry. Besides, that was originally his family's thing, how could it fall into the hands of outsiders?
The black cat jumped onto the roof of the kitchen. According to his memory, he followed the ridge to a room facing north of the main house, decisively jumped down, but turned into a bat in the air, hanging upside down on the eaves with his hind legs, and saw everything in the room clearly.
Donna Avery was standing in front of a platform. Saying it was a platform, it was actually a bedside table and a dressing table pieced together, and the tapestry was laid flat on the platform. Donna stared at the tapestry, with a piece of parchment and a quill floating beside her. She gently chanted something in the air, and the quill scribbled it down on the parchment.
"1-2 - 18 , 13-4 - 21 …"
Dana, as a bat, had excellent hearing. Not to mention that his hearing was already extraordinary, he heard all the numbers Donna read clearly.
"Damn it! The back is all this stuff, I can't decipher it at all! There must be something important I haven't discovered!"
"That's right, it's the codebook! There is no codebook that matches this tapestry!"
"Damn John Flint, that codebook must be in Merlin's vault! Otherwise, the first half of this tapestry wouldn't have so superficially revealed Merlin's tomb!"
"Wait a minute… the key was found in Merlin's tomb, maybe the codebook is also there?"
Donna straightened up and moved her neck a bit. "Yes! It must be like this, I will go to the tomb again tomorrow to take a look!"
Then she took off her clothes and prepared to sleep, but her eyes lingered on a poster on the wall—Gilderoy Lockhart.
"Oh, Mr. Lockhart, you are so exciting!"
Dana, still hanging upside down outside the window: Finished, I'm going to get a stye...
End of the Chapter.
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