Ex-Auror Manannán and the Tear of Ra

-Chapter Four- Lord of Tree-Top Castle

The late afternoon raced by and Oliver had found himself eating a large bowl of pork stew as he sat in one of the many booths in Svetnica's bar. The now empty bowl was pushed to the corner of the table, as he dug deep into his rucksack that rested on the seat next to him. Undetectable extension charms that he placed within his bag, were extensive, his arm stretched deep down grasping at objects.

The first item he pulled out, was a beige leather glass case, it was fairly unremarkable apart from the golden bird claw clasp that sealed the case. He placed it onto the table as he delved back in. Next, he pulled out a small silver box, he too placed that upon the table. The next objects he pulled out of his bag was the glass bottle that Dumbledore had given him, as well as a large red candle, and then a small wooden rack containing various potion filled glass bottles.

Letting out a sigh he reached back in, this time he pulled out the very thing he was searching for, his treasured notebook. It was a large book, in length, width, and depth. It was clearly crammed, with ripped pages from other books stuffed in. It was bound closed with golden thread, which wrapped several times around all the sides of the book.

After meticulously placing the other objects back into the bag, Oliver took out his wand and waved it over his notebook, which now rested on the table in front of him. The golden thread unravelled and recoiled until there was a single knot of gold thread on the front cover, which within seconds sunk into the book, leaving an image of a gilded loop on the cover.

Opening the book, about halfway through, Oliver starred upon blank pages. He again waved his wand over it. Instantly words appeared on the page. He quickly read through his last entry. After a few minutes of reading his fastidious notes on his exploits, the words on the page began to slowly fade. He managed to read the entry before it vanished completely.

Wondering if there was anything really worth entering now, Oliver contemplated getting out his quill, but before he could move, the lanterns within the bar flickered and a deep voice bellowed.

'Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you for joining us here at Svetnica's tonight. As you are all aware, we have an amazing treat for you tonight. I will not waste any more time. Please show your appreciation, for Madam Du'Papillon!'

The announcement came from a small plump man, his wrinkled face resembled that of walnut. As he finished speaking, he slipped off to the side. The lanterns within the bar all dimmed, as a spotlight appeared at the centre of the stage. There within the light, rested a large brown, six-foot-high cocoon. Oliver was instantly intrigued, he closed his book, waved his wand to reignite the golden twine, and once the book was re-sealed, he quickly threw it into his bag. As it went in, thuds and crashes sounded out. If his attention had not been elsewhere, he would have realised that the organisation within his bag, which he achieved moments before, was now completely undone.

His eyes fixed on the cocoon, as were all the other witches and wizards there. Three bright red sparks appeared at random spots on the brown shell, as a soft violin melody played out. The sparks raced around the outer shell, like muggle sparklers being waved carefree in the air.

As the sparks got faster and faster, they traced outlines of individual small bow shapes on the surface. Within seconds, what was once a brown husk was now filled with shimmering golden outlines, which culminated when the three sparks raced around and collided with each other. In that moment, a bright gold light flashed, as the cocoon shell transformed into thousands of small brightly coloured butterflies. The butterflies flew out to the sides of the stage in several swarms, as the spotlight began to dim. In the centre of the stage, a beautiful woman was sat on her legs. She was facing away from the audience, her dark hair falling down her back. As the witches and wizards vision began to return after the bright flash, they could make out the magnificent young woman's body, perfectly curved and bare. As eyes started to take in her complete naked appearance, they started to look down towards her bottom. Instantly a swarm of butterflies flew in and rested on her behind, covering her back private area completely.