Harry Potter: Wizards Supersmacy

Chapter -16.

The door swung open unexpectedly, yet no one was visible through the gap; faint sounds of surprise floated in the air.

Brian offered a serene smile towards the door, which felt somewhat unsettling in the night's ambiance.

Dumbledore glanced at the entrance and joked, "It appears there are quite a few people out and about tonight. So, you've returned, Harry?"

A head suddenly emerged at the door, and as Harry removed the Invisibility Cloak, the silhouettes of two young wizards became apparent.

"Oh, and Mr. Weasley has joined as well," Dumbledore smiled.

Harry and Ron appeared pale, standing there in confusion. Eventually, Harry gathered the courage to say, "Sorry, Professor, we..."

"No, I understand why you are here," Dumbledore replied. "Like many before you, you have been drawn to the allure of the Mirror of Erised."

Seeing Dumbledore smile, Harry felt himself relax and stammered, "It... it showed me my parents..."

"It always makes one unable to resist," Dumbledore remarked as he stepped in front of the mirror, gazing intently into it. Harry instinctively pulled Ron closer to the mirror, staring dreamily at the images of his parents, his eyes brimming with longing.

Ron examined his own reflection in the mirror, his eyes wide with excitement.

"Ah, it seems Mr. Weasley has found its allure as well?" Dumbledore noted.

"I... I saw myself as the head boy, oh, and the captain of the Quidditch team..." Ron exclaimed, "Does it predict the future, Professor?"

Dumbledore smiled without responding, his gaze shifting to Brian. He sensed that Brian also needed to feel included.

"Clearly not; in fact, it predicts the opposite of the future," Brian said, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"What you see in the mirror is the contrary of your future."

Ron's face turned pale, and for a moment, even the color seemed to fade from his red hair, making him appear pitiful. Harry was at a loss.

"Ah, Mr. Walker is clearly joking," Dumbledore said, covering his forehead. "It never shows the future, Mr. Weasley."

"It can only reveal your most pressing and intense desires," Dumbledore clarified. "What it displays is never real."

"Never become addicted to the illusions it presents; the wonders of reality are what we need to explore," Dumbledore advised everyone.

"It will be relocated tomorrow, Harry, don't seek it out again, alright?"

"Okay," Harry replied reluctantly, gazing at the smiling faces of his parents in the mirror, murmuring.

"Alright, now you should head back," Dumbledore said playfully, winking. "And please don't cause trouble for Mr. Filch; I certainly don't want him coming to my office to complain tomorrow."

Brian and the others nodded and walked towards the door. Harry was the last to exit; he paused and curiously asked, "Professor Dumbledore, what did you see in there?"

"I saw myself holding a thick pair of wool socks," Dumbledore said, rubbing his crooked nose. "Socks are never enough."

"I think you're not being very candid either, Professor," Brian said softly.

Dumbledore winked at him.

The three of them stepped out, moving further away from the light in the room.

"Why are you here, Slytherin?" Ron said, annoyed that Brian had tricked him, causing him to embarrass himself.

"Weasley, I don't expect you to call me cousin, but at least you should be a bit more frank," Brian said, looking at him with a hint of melancholy, as if viewing a troublesome child.

Ron's face flushed red, and he stomped his feet in anger, "Get lost, Walker."

With that, he grabbed Harry and ran off.

Watching the two figures vanish under the Invisibility Cloak, Brian's expression became calm as he discerned the path by the moonlight and successfully returned to the common room.

[Witnessing the Mirror of Erised Incident, Witness Point +1]

This time it can be considered a witnessing event, which is somewhat unexpected.

However, the system only granted him the reward for witnessing the event and did not provide the double witness points for participation, leading Brian to complain about the system's judgment. Does he have to replace the Erised Mirror and conjure Harry's parents for it to count as participation?

However, this plot seems quite significant, and the reward is a decent amount of witness points, which compensates for the consumption.

Currently, his number of witness points has returned to 1.7 points.

"Dumbledore was present when I saw the mirror; he must have observed the entire thing," Brian rubbed his temples.

"At that moment, my emotions were a bit uncontrolled, and it's hard to say whether my occlumency spell had any flaws," Brian sighed, "I hope Dumbledore didn't see too much."

"However, everything has become clear." Before falling asleep, Brian thought, "I have always been on the right path."

...

Harry and Ron returned to the dormitory, and Ron was bouncing up and down, saying, "That nasty walker, he's even more detestable than Malfoy."

"By the way, he's your cousin?" Harry asked curiously.

"Oh, you must not mention his family in front of my mom; she would be heartbroken," Ron said. "Walker's mother is my mom's sister, but they have a very bad relationship, and we never keep in touch."

"Of course, the relationship is poor; the Walker family used to side with the Dark Lord," Ron whispered. "Our family has always opposed the Dark Lord; my mom's two brothers were killed by supporters of the Dark Lord, and she despises him and his followers."

"But at that time, Walker's mother was aligned with the Dark Lord; she is a cold-blooded, heartless traitor!" Ron did not hide the displeasure in his tone.

"Did Mrs. Weasley tell you this?" Harry asked.

"No, I overheard part of my parents' conversation. My mom sighs sadly whenever she mentions her; it must be true," Ron said.

"Hmm." Harry replied but couldn't help but wonder what Walker saw in the mirror.

...

In the days following the Christmas holiday, Brian's life returned to normal.

He mostly sat in the soft armchair of the Slytherin common room, leaning against the warm fireplace, eagerly absorbing new knowledge. If the library weren't so cold, he might have stayed there all the time.

Quirrell had somehow acquired the dragon egg, and Brian examined the dark egg, pondering if dragon eggs were tasty and nutritious.

"I don't think it will taste good, Walker," Quirrell said lightly, seemingly trying to exert some pressure on Walker.

"Do you know what I'm thinking, Professor Quirrell?" Brian feigned surprise. He hadn't closed off his thoughts earlier and wasn't surprised to be discovered, but deep down, he still grumbled about Voldemort being idle.

"Of course, none of your thoughts can escape my insight," Quirrell said mysteriously. "This is a gift from the Dark Lord."

Brian displayed an expression of displeasure mixed with slight fear.

"Rest assured, I won't casually pry into your thoughts," Quirrell achieved his goal and then reassured him. "I know your loyalty to the Dark Lord."

"Yes, my loyalty to the Dark Lord is not to be tarnished," Brian lifted his chin, displaying a proud expression akin to Malfoy.

His acting skills were superb, and he would not allow himself to be tarnished.

"By the way, your health is deteriorating, Professor Quirrell," Brian remarked, observing Quirrell's increasingly pale face.

"Ah, this is a punishment from my master," Quirrell sniffed, his tone slightly trembling, concealing the fear in his eyes.

Brian rummaged in his pocket, took out a crystal-clear vial, and handed it to him, saying, "This is a potion I recently brewed; it might make you feel a bit better."

Quirrell took it, sniffed it, and sighed, "Vitality potion, truly a timely gift. I didn't expect you to be so talented in potion-making. I must express my gratitude, Walker."

"This is what I should do," Brian nodded modestly.

The vitality potion can heal injuries, restore stamina, and even replenish a person's life force to some extent, making it a precious potion.

This is the result of Brian's recent self-study.

Of course, the value of the vitality potion mainly lies in its rare ingredients; its brewing process is not particularly complicated, which is why Brian dared to brew it himself.

As for those precious materials, it was a piece of cake for Mr. Walker; he always had some friends who could easily procure rare and extremely valuable items. Without asking for a reason, he sent Brian enough to brew a dozen bottles of vitality potions.

"But this won't last long," Brian reminded.

"Of course, I have other options," Quirrell's lips twitched slightly, and his body trembled.