When I came to myself I was bewildered and exhausted. The white light of the corridor shone in the polished floor. I was not among the immortals, not yet. I was still, as ever, on this side of the riddle of suffering, of wolf-men and t plexities. I had found no happy spot, no endurable resting place. There must be an end of it.
In the great mirror, Harry stood opposite me. He did not appear to be very flourishing. His appearance was much the same as on that night when he visited the professor and sat through the da the Black Eagle. But that was far behind, years, turies behind. He had grown older. He had learo dance. He had visited the magic theater. He had heard Mozart laugh. Dang and women and knives had no more terrors for him. Even those who have average gifts, given a few hundred years, e to maturity. I looked for a long time at Harry in the looking glass. I still knew him well enough, aill bore a faint resemblao the boy of fifteen who one Sunday i……（内容加载失败！）
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