C H A P T E R T H I R T E E N
NICHOLAS FLAMEL
D
umbledore had convinced Harry not to go looking for the
Mirror of Erised again, and for the rest of the Christmas
holidays the Invisibility Cloak stayed folded at the bottom of his
trunk. Harry wished he could forget what he’d seen in the mirror
as easily, but he couldn’t. He started having nightmares. Over and
over again he dreamed about his parents disappearing in a flash of
green light, while a high voice cackled with laughter.
“You see, Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you
mad,” said Ron, when Harry told him about these dreams.
Hermione, who came back the day before term started, took a
different view of things. She was torn between horror at the idea of
Harry being out of bed, roaming the school three nights in a row
(“If Filch had caught you!”), and disappointment that he hadn’t at
least found out who Nicolas Flamel was.
They had almost given up hope of ever finding Flamel in a li-
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