Somewhere on the northern slopes of the hills in Scotland, in a place known to no one, stood a house. This was the home of Serra Harris, though not many people knew that this renowned and eccentric wizard lived here.
Today, Serra Harris had rarely received a visitor. An elderly man with a white beard was walking toward the house with a light step, stopping at the door to raise his hand and knock on the wooden panel.
A moment later, the wooden door was opened from the inside.
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