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It
looked
like
an
unused
classroom
.
The
dark
shapes
of
desks
and
chairs
were
piled
against
the
walls
,
and
there
was
an
upturned
wastepaper
basket
--
but
propped
against
the
wall
facing
him
was
something
that
did
n't
look
as
if
it
belonged
there
,
something
that
looked
as
if
someone
had
just
put
it
there
to
keep
it
out
of
the
way
.
It
was
a
magnificent
mirror
,
as
high
as
the
ceiling
,
with
an
ornate
gold
frame
,
standing
on
two
clawed
feet
.
There
was
an
inscription
carved
around
the
top
:
Erised
stra
ehru
oyt
ube
cafru
oyt
on
wohsi
.
His
panic
fading
now
that
there
was
no
sound
of
Filch
and
Snape
,
Harry
moved
nearer
to
the
mirror
,
wanting
to
look
at
himself
but
see
no
reflection
again
.
He
stepped
in
front
of
it
.
He
had
to
clap
his
hands
to
his
mouth
to
stop
himself
from
screaming
.
He
whirled
around
.
His
heart
was
pounding
far
more
furiously
than
when
the
book
had
screamed
--
for
he
had
seen
not
only
himself
in
the
mirror
,
but
a
whole
crowd
of
people
standing
right
behind
him
.
But
the
room
was
empty
.
Breathing
very
fast
,
he
turned
slowly
back
to
the
mirror
.
There
he
was
,
reflected
in
it
,
white
and
scared-looking
,
and
there
,
reflected
behind
him
,
were
at
least
ten
others
.
Harry
looked
over
his
shoulder
--
but
still
,
no
one
was
there
.
Or
were
they
all
invisible
,
too
?
Was
he
in
fact
in
a
room
full
of
invisible
people
and
this
mirror
's
trick
was
that
it
reflected
them
,
invisible
or
not
?
He
looked
in
the
mirror
again
.
A
woman
standing
right
behind
his
reflection
was
smiling
at
him
and
waving
.
He
reached
out
a
hand
and
felt
the
air
behind
him
.
If
she
was
really
there
,
he
'd
touch
her
,
their
reflections
were
so
close
together
,
but
he
felt
only
air
-
she
and
the
others
existed
only
in
the
mirror
.
She
was
a
very
pretty
woman
.
She
had
dark
red
hair
and
her
eyes
--
her
eyes
are
just
like
mine
,
Harry
thought
,
edging
a
little
closer
to
the
glass
.
Bright
green
--
exactly
the
same
shape
,
but
then
he
noticed
that
she
was
crying
;
smiling
,
but
crying
at
the
same
time
.
The
tall
,
thin
,
black-haired
man
standing
next
to
her
put
his
arm
around
her
.
He
wore
glasses
,
and
his
hair
was
very
untidy
.
It
stuck
up
at
the
back
,
just
as
Harry
's
did
.
Harry
was
so
close
to
the
mirror
now
that
his
nose
was
nearly
touching
that
of
his
reflection
.
"
Mom
?
"
he
whispered
.
"
Dad
?
"
