The Knights agreed, and they started on their way back the way they came. Before they got too far, there was a booming sound from the sky, and angels started singing as they stood in awe before Oliver Wood.
"Harry! Harry! King of the Britons! Oh don't grovel!" Wood shouts from the cloud he's sitting on, the angels stop singing as he continues.
"One thing I can't stand, it's people groveling."
"Sorry." Harry answers and another boom sounds.
"And don't apologize. Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'." Another boom is sounded. "What are you doing now?!"
"I'm averting my eyes, Oh Lord." Harry said to Oliver, looking away.
"Well, don't. It's like those miserable Slytherins-they're so depressing. Now knock it off!" Oliver yells.
"Yes, Lord." Harry says.
"Right! Harry, King of the Britons, your Knights of the Round Table shall have a task to make them an example in these dark times."
"Good idea, O Lord!" Harry exclaimed.
"'Course it's a good idea! Behold!" Angels start to sing again. "Harry, this is the Holy Stone. Look well, Harry, for it is your sacred quest to seek this stone. That is your purpose, Harry: The quest for the Holy Stone!" The Holy Stone is a goblet with a rock inside it. There is another boom, the angels stop singing and the cloud closes. Sir Ronsalot speaks first.
"A blessing! A blessing from the Lord!"
"God be praised!" Sir Seamus exclaimed. There is music being played as the scene ends and the lights black out.