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“Your father left this in my possession before he died.

It is time it was returned to you. Use it well.”

• What is it? - Some kind of cloak.

Well, let’s see, then. Put it on.

My body’s gone!

I know what that is. That’s an invisibility cloak!

I’m invisible?

They’re really rare. I wonder who gave it to you.

There was no name. It just said, “Use it well.”

Famous Fire-Eaters. Fifteenth-Century Fiends.

Flamel. Nicholas Flamel. Where are you?

Who’s there?

I know you’re in there. You can’t hide.

Who is it? Show yourself.

Severus, I…

You don’t want me as your enemy, Quirrell.

• I don’t know what you mean. - You know perfectly well what I mean.

We’ll have another little chat soon.

When you’ve had time to decide where your loyalties lie.

Professors. I found this in the restricted section.

It’s still hot. That means there’s a student out of bed.

Mum?

Dad?

Ron, you’ve really gotta see this! Ron, you’ve gotta see this!

Ron, come on, get out of bed!

• Why? - There’s something you’ve got to see!

Come on! Come! Come look, it’s my parents!

I only see us.

Look in properly. Go on, stand there.

• There. You see them, don’t you? - That’s me! Only I’m head boy.

And I’m holding the Quidditch Cup.

And bloody hell! I’m Quidditch captain too!

I look good.

Harry, do you think this mirror shows the future?

How can it? Both my parents are dead.

Back again, Harry?

I see that you, like many before you…

…have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised.

I trust by now you realize what it does.

Let me give you a clue.

The happiest man on earth…

…would look in the mirror and see only himself…

…exactly as he is.

So then, it shows us what we want. Whatever we want.

Yes. And no.

It shows us nothing more or less…

…than the deepest and most desperate desires of our hearts.

Now you, Harry, who have never known your family…

…you see them standing beside you.

But remember this, Harry.

This mirror gives us neither knowledge…

…or truth.

Men have wasted away in front of it. Even gone mad.

That is why tomorrow it will be moved to a new home.

And I must ask you…

…not to go looking for it again.

It does not do to dwell on dreams…

…and forget to live.