THE MIRROR OF ERISED
“Every year she makes us a sweater,” said Ron, unwrapping his
own, “and mine’s always maroon.”
“That’s really nice of her,” said Harry, trying the fudge, which
was very tasty.
His next present also contained candy — a large box of Choco-
late Frogs from Hermione.
This only left one parcel. Harry picked it up and felt it. It was
very light. He unwrapped it.
Something fluid and silvery gray went slithering to the floor
where it lay in gleaming folds. Ron gasped.
“I’ve heard of those,” he said in a hushed voice, dropping the
box of Every Flavor Beans he’d gotten from Hermione. “If that’s
what I think it is — they’re really rare, and really valuable.”
“What is it?”
Harry picked the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was
strange to the touch, like water woven into material.
“It’s an Invisibility Cloak,” said Ron, a look of awe on his face.
“I’m sure it is — try it on.”
Harry threw the cloak around his shoulders and Ron gave a yell.
“It is! Look down!”
Harry looked down at his feet, but they were gone. He dashed
to the mirror. Sure enough, his reflection looked back at him, just
his head suspended in midair, his body completely invisible. He
pulled the cloak over his head and his reflection vanished com-
pletely.
“There’s a note!” said Ron suddenly. “A note fell out of it!”
Harry pulled off the cloak and seized the letter. Written in nar-
row, loopy writing he had never seen before were the following
words:
201