What Did Dumbledore See In The Mirror Of Erised Novels & Stories

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

The entire room was like a small apartment, she thought then she gasped and facepalmed upon remembering that she's actually in an apartment complex. She saw that there was a door beside the wall wardrobe, about a few inches away from it. She sauntered to it, curious what lies behind the mysterious door and she squinted her eyes, lifting her free arm to cover them because of the gloriously gleaming treasures hidden behind the door. It was a bathroom, a dignifiedly neat one, with marble-like restroom fittings and fixtures. Even though she was a few feet away from them and she has quite the bad eyesight, she thought she regained her 20/20 vision and could easily see and recognize all the neat s

CHAPTER NINE “Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.” ― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Touching the piece of glass in front of her, Valentina couldn't remember the last time she looked at herself in the mirror. She could not tell if she still recognized the person looking back at her from the looking-glass. After dressing up and applying make up, she tried to look back again in the mirror. However, whenever she tried to smile at her reflection: the smile would not reach her cloudy hazel eyes, for she could not even recognize the woman in front of her.

I ran outside the bathroom and saw the Duke sitting on the edge of the bed. “Your mirror… Your mirror was all weird and strange. It pulled the Lingering inside… What… How… Why… I didn’t know what happened. It was definitely… I definitely saw it. I was all different and evil… It was odd. Mimi and Momo saw what happened too, didn’t you?” I turned back to check on both of them but they shook their head negatively. I searched for the Lingering but it wasn’t there. My shadow felt empty.

I lifted my sword—charged it with her light—and drove it into the runes. The door exploded inward. Inside was… just darkness. No guards. No monsters. Just silence. We stepped in, weapons drawn. The air was heavy with shadows. Magic layered over magic. But in the center of the room… was a single object. A mirror. Old. Framed in bone. Covered in dust. And pulsing with power. “What is that?” Ava whispered. Before I could answer, the surface of the mirror rippled. A face appeared. Zerathos.