Harry climbed the mountain atop which lived The Oracle and when he finally reached the top, he found himself in a beautiful meadow that outshined some of Italy’s gardens.
He walked hesitantly around until he reached a middle-sized cabin near the small forest.
An old wrinkled woman’s face emerged from the window at that. “Yes?” She greeted him impassively. “Something you’re looking for, boy-a?”
Boy-a? he repeated dumbly inwardly.
“I’m not a boy,” he said defiantly.
“Oh yeah, show me what you got then, young vampire,” she challenged, an eyebrow c****d in question, a glint of interest flashing through her eyes.
Harry’s eyes turned black and he started levitating in the air, every each way.
“Well, I’m not exactly impressed,” she said, looking quite unaffected which made Harry’s
