The boy explained, "This mirror is sold in stores. When you look into it, you see yourself as a child. It costs three galleons to buy."
With a grin, the red-haired boy aimed the mirror at Harry.
Harry saw a reflection of himself as a toddler, about three or four years old, with the same hairstyle and clothes he had now, but with a round, chubby face that looked adorable.
Yet something seemed off.
Harry noticed another faint image overlapping the child's face, almost like a ghostly double.
Confused, he closed his eyes and shook his head.
When he opened them again, the faint figure had vanished, as if it had been a trick of his imagination.
This little surprise didn't dampen Harry's curiosity about the blind boxes.
Seeing the boy pull something out after chanting the spell made Harry eager to try it himself.
Whispering, "Praise Wilson's Arcane Alchemica," he reached into a blind box.
He felt his hand sink deep inside, like it was slipping through a hidden tunnel, until his whole arm was in and he couldn't touch the bottom.
Then, feeling around carefully, he finally grabbed onto something invisible and pulled it out, eager to see what he had caught.
Harry had never experienced this kind of magic before, the thrill of exploring the unknown with his own hands, which made him even more excited.
But when he finally pulled his hand out of the blind box, he realized he was just holding a completely ordinary dog-themed mug, something you could find anywhere.
"Your spell doesn't seem to be working either..." Harry said suspiciously, glancing at the boy next to him as he slipped the mug back.
He started to think that maybe the other boy's ability to draw something special was just luck.
"Of course it won't work if you're not sincere," the red-haired boy said seriously.
"You have to really pray to Wilson's Arcane Alchemica from the bottom of your heart. Otherwise, it's just a bunch of useless junk."
It seemed like the red-haired boy had already tasted some success with the experiment and was now convincing himself that the spell actually worked through sheer belief.
He muttered the phrase "Praise Wilson's Arcane Alchemica" again, hoping to win something better in the lottery, but the result was disappointing.
Mostly worthless trinkets came out, and the only somewhat useful item was a "children's mirror."
"That's strange, why did it suddenly stop working? It must be because my pronunciation wasn't precise enough. Fred always made fun of me for that," he grumbled.
Then, with determination, he added, "Well, it has to be like this! No, I still want to buy more!"
After this little self-criticism, the red-haired boy pushed his way through the crowd toward the counter, a stubborn look on his face.
The blind boxes that had been scattered on the ground soon disappeared as they were quickly snatched up.
As the red-haired boy dashed into the crowd, Harry suddenly had a realization.
'Maybe Auntie's right, there really is no luck when it comes to these blind boxes.'
'Whether it's spells or magical creatures, it all feels like a trick to get kids excited.'
With that in mind, Harry lowered his expectations for the blind boxes, though he couldn't deny the thrill of the unknown was addictive.
Perhaps that's why these things were so popular.
Resigning himself, he stopped trying any spells and just reached into the remaining boxes.
As expected, he pulled out two more low-value trinkets, ordinary, everyday items that at least had some use.
Finally, his attention shifted to the last, khaki-colored box.
"Better hurry back with Hagrid," he muttered with a sigh.
Without much enthusiasm, Harry plunged his hand into the box.
Suddenly, as he pulled something out, a dazzling golden light burst forth, illuminating the area and catching the attention of nearby young wizards.
"It's glowing! Is that it? Someone actually got a legendary item!"
"No way, I thought that was just a rumor!"
"Since these blind boxes came out, there've only been two legendary golden prizes. Today makes the third!"
Amid the excited chatter, all eyes turned to Harry.
The golden glow lasted nearly ten seconds before slowly fading, revealing what he held: a pure silver necklace, finely crafted with dozens of intertwined silver threads that shimmered like stars.
Hanging from the chain was a lightning-shaped pendant, gleaming with a mysterious, noble silver shine.
When Harry lifted it up, he noticed delicate, intricate patterns flickering faintly across its surface.
"It's stunning, definitely worthy of being called a legendary item, and you can even see its magic with the naked eye!" someone whispered.
"Yeah, that boy's seriously lucky," another agreed.
Harry had just managed to pull a huge prize from the blind box, and no one could figure out how he got so lucky.
Some whispered about a strange ritual he might have done, since they saw him shaking the box just before opening it.
The young wizards nearby gathered around, their chatter shifting from casual talk to curiosity about Harry's odd behavior as he revealed his prize.
When Harry finally pulled out the pendant, he was momentarily stunned but couldn't help blurting out, "Wow!"
He hadn't expected to get something so impressive, something that even seemed to glow.
He held the delicate pendant in his hands, admiring its craftsmanship but unsure what exactly he had won.
Looking around for answers, he turned to the other wizards nearby, but one older boy just shook his head.
"We don't really know," he said.
"Legendary items like this are one of a kind, the top prizes in these blind boxes. I heard that the owner of Wilson's Arcane Alchemica makes these legendary props himself. You won't find even the same item in the shop."
Hearing that it was a unique, legendary item made Harry's heart race with excitement.
Holding the pendant tightly, he pushed through the crowd and ran to find Hagrid.
"Hagrid, Hagrid, I got a legendary item!" he called out eagerly.
Reaching the teaching aids counter for new students, Harry held the lightning pendant up high, as if sharing his joy with his old friend.
"I saw it earlier, congratulations, Harry! That's a rare find," Hagrid said with a warm smile.
He had just hoped Harry would have fun, never expecting him to hit the jackpot.
"Do you know what this legendary item is?" Harry asked.
Harry asked, eyes wide with curiosity, hoping Hagrid could explain.
Hagrid scratched his head awkwardly.
"I'm not too sure," he admitted, then glanced over at Vivian.
"Do you know what kind of prop this is? It looks pretty special."
Vivian nodded.
"The name of this item is 'Shining.'"
Vivian looked at Harry with an excited smile and explained, "This pendant has two main functions. First, there's the random teleportation feature.
If the wearer ever faces danger, the Shining will activate and teleport you to a random open spot within fifty meters."
She continued, "The second function is called Breaking Evil. It protects you from harmful dark magic like curses.
Even if someone glares at you with bad intentions, the pendant will send out a small electric spark as a warning."
Harry's eyes lit up.
"The Shining? That sounds awesome!"
He carefully held the string of lightning-shaped pendants in his palm and examined them.
"Not bad at all," he said appreciatively.
Vivian shrugged casually.
"The guy who made this has been studying curses and ways to counter them. This pendant is just a little thing he created while practicing, but it's definitely enough to protect someone like you."
Hagrid, who was nearby, asked curiously, "Do you think these will be mass-produced someday? They sound really useful."
Vivian thought for a moment and said, "Probably. But the mass-produced versions won't be as powerful as the original Shining pendant.
Cost has to be considered, after all. They'll likely make protective items against curses and sell them like this, maybe calling them 'Anti-Curse Amulets'."
She smiled warmly at Harry and added, "All in all, the Shining pendant is pretty unique. You should take good care of it."
Harry nodded eagerly, then happily put the pendant around his neck.
The moment he did, a faint blue light glowed from the pendant, and streaks of lightning flickered across its surface.
Suddenly, a sharp, bone-deep pain shot through the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.
He instinctively covered his head.
"Ouch!"
Seeing this, Hagrid and Vivian immediately looked at him with concern.
"Harry, what's wrong?" they asked.
Harry quickly shook his head.
"No... it's nothing," he said, trying to brush it off.
The sharp pain came and went quickly, making Harry feel as if someone had suddenly bitten the top of his head.
But just as suddenly, the pain vanished, leaving him wondering if it had been nothing more than a hallucination.
Seeing Harry's discomfort, Hagrid crouched down anxiously, studying him closely.
"You didn't look too good just now. Are you feeling unwell? Want me to take you to the Magic Injury Hospital?"