Sean was about to tackle breaking his old senior's curse.
It was an obstacle-ridden task; no wizard could guarantee they could unravel a curse laid by Tom Riddle.
But even more urgent than that, he needed rest.
A full day had passed since he entered the Headmaster's office, destroyed the Horcrux, and returned to Hogwarts Castle.
After safely storing the cursed Resurrection Stone, Sean fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up, a small portion of the wizards had already left Hogwarts Castle.
The Easter holiday had arrived, and students usually got two weeks off. Some young wizards would return home, and the Hogwarts Express would be running at this time.
This train, traveling between King's Cross Station in London and Hogsmeade Station, made about six round trips a year.
There was also a small group of wizards who were, of course, heading to Hogsmeade to have fun.
Right now, the Great Hall was filled with such chatter, with everyone joyfully discussing what they were going to do in Hogsmeade today.
Sean quietly unwrapped his Easter eggs.
One was from Mrs. Weasley.
Beside him, the eggs Harry and Ron received were about the size of dragon eggs, filled with homemade toffee.
But Sean's egg was bigger than the table itself. As soon as Sean saw it, his eyes widened slightly as he looked at Bai.
The snow-white owl was motionless with exhaustion.
Some other eggs were quite interesting.
The egg from the farm held colorful candy wrappers, a piping hot pumpkin pie, and a fully sealed cup of milk.
Grandpa Marcus had always been worried about the food at Hogwarts.
He harbored an old-fashioned belief: ingredients raised on a large scale at Hogwarts Castle were inferior to those raised on the farm.
Grandpa Marcus often bragged that the farm had the best milk in Scotland, and surprisingly, the Daily Prophet agreed.
The farm had won competition championships, though Professor McGonagall had said without looking up that it was because the old wizard broke the rules and used magic.
Besides the farm's egg, Sean also received eggs from the distant outskirts of London, from Hogsmeade village... Of course, the most eggs came from Hogwarts Castle itself.
Just as Sean was unwrapping gifts, owls swarmed into the Great Hall.
Naturally, there were more letters during the holiday.
But after a while, the young wizards' discussions grew a bit too loud.
And they were divided into two simple camps.
Those about to head to Hogsmeade village were overjoyed, running around to tell everyone with the Daily Prophet in hand;
Those unable to go to Hogsmeade were incredibly disappointed, looking enviously at the older students.
"Sean, did you see this? Merlin's beard! The Magic Hand Mirror, an epoch-making creation—"
Ron read the description in the Daily Prophet and hurriedly handed the newspaper to Sean.
"Instant communication, covering the world, connecting your life..."
Harry read those slogans, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.
Sean took the newspaper and could clearly see that most of the Daily Prophet's page was occupied by one report.
> Latest Masterpiece from the Future's Greatest Wizard, a Miracle Creation Changing the Wizarding World's Communication!
> The Most Mysterious Shop in Diagon Alley Expands for the First Time, Opening Simultaneously in Five Countries and Hogsmeade Village!
> The Best Easter Gift, Does Your Child Not Have a Pair of Magic Hand Mirrors Yet?
The dazzling array of ads made one doubt if this was still the Daily Prophet.
"My dad said the Ministry of Magic wanted to purchase this creation extensively, but that mysterious Alchemist was only willing to give the Ministry thirty sets, claiming limited production capacity, with only three hundred produced in the first batch—"
Ron held a letter, clicking his tongue in wonder.
"Why do I feel..."
The more Harry looked at the photo in the paper, the more it looked like the mirror in his hand.
"I've only ever heard of Two-way Mirrors before, but those things are terribly expensive," Ron whispered.
"How expensive?" Harry asked curiously.
"Hundreds of Galleons!" Ron spread his hands.
"That is indeed expensive." Harry and Sean agreed.
"I bet this must be a type of Two-way Mirror, at least..."
Ron frowned in thought.
"Seven..."
Harry waited, and even Sean looked at him.
"Seven hundred... no, at least three hundred Galleons!"
Ron said with conviction.
"Three hundred!"
Harry was startled.
Even his dream broom, the Nimbus 2001, was only a few hundred Galleons.
"Maybe even more! The crafting techniques and materials for Two-way Mirrors have been lost for a long time," Ron said solemnly.
Harry fell silent.
He sat down and took a mirror out of his bag.
He carefully compared the differences between his mirror and the ad photo in the paper, falling into deep thought.
"Harry?"
Ron leaned over curiously.
"You bought one?!" Ron exclaimed.
"If I'm not mistaken, you have one too," Harry said.
Ron was confused; it seemed hard for him to understand if Harry was even speaking English.
"Have you opened your Easter gift?" Harry asked.
"Not yet, you mean..."
Sensing something, Ron hurriedly tore into his gift.
After a good while, he picked up a mirror in disbelief.
Ripples appeared on its surface, revealing several distinct figures:
Sean reading quietly, a much smaller Professor McGonagall, a friendly and kind badger, a chubby Neville, a Ron with two chicken legs stuffed in his mouth, and a smaller Harry.
"When could I ever stuff two chicken legs that big in my mouth?"
Ron's face flushed red.
"In the Great Hall, remember?"
Harry tried to help him recall.
"Oh Harry, I don't want to remember that," Ron said, embarrassed and annoyed.
The Great Hall was in an uproar, but Sean had already left.
Professor Tyra had just called him; Sean knew it was about the Magic Hand Mirror.
His figure gradually grew distant in the corridor, but after just a few minutes, he stopped and opened the Magic Hand Mirror.
Hermione's face, with ears tinged pink, appeared on it:
"Sean!"
She said.
It seemed to be about the Mini-McGonagall.
"Sean, Happy Easter."
The second face to appear was Justin.
"Ah, Sean, heavens, it's unimaginable, it's really you! You invented the Magic Hand Mirror! And seven of them! I heard the Ministry couldn't even procure them... Oh, of course they couldn't, because they're here with us."
The third and fourth were a hollering Ron and an excited Harry.
Several people occupied small portions of the mirror surface, and then, a round face floated up, making everyone else's faces smaller.
"Sean, Hermione, Justin, Harry, Ron..."
Neville greeted them stammeringly, appearing quite unaccustomed to it.