Harry stepped forward. He didn’t see piles of gold or fame. He saw his parents: Lily and James, alive and smiling, their arms reaching for him. And in his own reflection’s pocket, a small red stone materialized. He touched his robe. It was there.

But Quirrell wasn’t alone. As he unwound his turban, a second face emerged from the back of his skull: pale, snake-like, with gleaming red eyes. Lord Voldemort.

Left alone, Harry entered the final chamber. He did not find Professor Snape, the sneering Potions master he’d suspected. Instead, standing before the Mirror of Erised—a mirror that shows your heart’s deepest desire—was the timid Professor Quirrell.

“The Elixir of Life is a tempting thing. But as you showed today, there are far greater magics. Love, for instance. And the courage of a boy who wanted only to find a family.”