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But
Harry
only
had
one
thought
in
his
head
,
which
was
to
get
back
in
front
of
the
mirror
,
and
Ron
was
n't
going
to
stop
him
.
That
third
night
he
found
his
way
more
quickly
than
before
.
He
was
walking
so
fast
he
knew
he
was
making
more
noise
than
was
wise
,
but
he
did
n't
meet
anyone
.
And
there
were
his
mother
and
father
smiling
at
him
again
,
and
one
of
his
grandfathers
nodding
happily
.
Harry
sank
down
to
sit
on
the
floor
in
front
of
the
mirror
.
There
was
nothing
to
stop
him
from
staying
here
all
night
with
his
family
.
Nothing
at
all
.
Except
--
"
So
--
back
again
,
Harry
?
"
Harry
felt
as
though
his
insides
had
turned
to
ice
.
He
looked
behind
him
.
Sitting
on
one
of
the
desks
by
the
wall
was
none
other
than
Albus
Dumbledore
.
Harry
must
have
walked
straight
past
him
,
so
desperate
to
get
to
the
mirror
he
had
n't
noticed
him
.
"
I
--
I
did
n't
see
you
,
sir
.
"
"
Strange
how
nearsighted
being
invisible
can
make
you
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
and
Harry
was
relieved
to
see
that
he
was
smiling
.
"
So
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
slipping
off
the
desk
to
sit
on
the
floor
with
Harry
,
"
you
,
like
hundreds
before
you
,
have
discovered
the
delights
of
the
Mirror
of
Erised
.
"
"
I
did
n't
know
it
was
called
that
,
Sir
.
"
