The lights came back up and we see a screen. Fred and George's voices can be heard in the background. Fred spoke first. "And so, Harry and Sir Hermione and Sir Neville set out on their search to find the enchanter of whom the Old Man had spoken in scene twenty-four." George spoke next.
"Beyond the forest, they met Ronsalot and Seamus, and there was much rejoicing." Little knights on the screen could be seen holding little flags and shouting "Yea! Yea!" "In the frozen land of Surrey, they were forced to eat Neville's Minstrels, except Oliver." The little minstrels were trying to run away, but a giant hook grabbed them. "And there was much rejoicing." Again the little knights held up banners and shouted "Yea! Yea!" Fred's voice is heard next.
"A year passed." A little man on a hill under a tree with a sheep was on the screen, shivering. "Winter changed into Spring." The little man took off his coat. George continued.
"Spring changed into Summer." The little man fell asleep under the tree. Fred continued.
"Summer changed back into Winter,..." Snow covered the little man as George went on.
"...and Winter gave Spring and Summer a miss and went straight on into Autumn." The little man stood up as a big branch fell off and landed on his head. Fred and George concluded together. "Until one day." Music can be heard as the light go out and the scene changes to a mountain range, with Dean Thomas on one of the mountain tops, throwing fire everywhere and causing explosions. He waved his hands over his head and blew himself up, causing himself to rematerialize in front of the amazed Knights, who, when Harry orders them to, ride up to Dean.
"What Manner of Man are you that can summon up fire without flint or tinder?" Harry asks Dean.
"I... am an enchanter." Dean said, as if he didn't know who he was.
"By what name are you known?" Harry asked him.
"There are some who call me... 'Dean'?"
"Greetings, Dean the Enchanter." Harry said.
"Greetings, King Harry!" Dean said.
"You know my name?" Harry asked, surprised.
"I do." Dean points to the scar of Harry's forehead as if that explained everything; Harry sighs and slumps; then Dean lifts his staff up and shoots liquid fire out the end of it. "You seek the Holy Stone!"
"That is our quest. You know much that is hidden, O Tim." Harry said, trying to sound impressed.
"Quite." Dean said, then waves his hand and starts more little fires. The Knights applauds his performance.
"Yes, we're-- we're looking for the Holy Stone. Our quest is to find the Holy Stone." Harry stutters. The Knights agree with him. "And so we're-- we're-- we're looking for it." Harry continues. The Knights agree with him. "Uh-- uh, so, uh, anything that you could do to, uh-- to help... would be... very... helpful." Harry concludes.
Seamus runs forward to confront Dean. "Look, can you tell us where-- ..." He starts, but Dean cuts him off with a fireball to the kneecaps. Seamus runs back to his place in with the Knights, rubbing his knees.
"Fine. Um, I don't want to waste any more of your time, but, uh, I don't suppose you could, uh, tell us where we might find a, um-- find a, uh-- a, um-- a, uh--..." Harry starts.
"A what...?" Dean asks.
"A s-- a-- a s-- a s-- a-- a s--..." Harry stutters.
"A Stone?!" Dean shouts.
"Yes, I think so." Harry says, very taken aback.
"Y-- y-- yes." Neville agreed. The other Knights and Harry echoed agreements. Dean, annoyed, fired off more explosions.
"Look, um, you're a busy Man, uh--..." Harry said.
"Yes, I can help you find the Holy Stone." Dean said. "To the north there lies a cave-- the cave of Caerbannog-- wherein, carved in mystic runes upon the very living rock, the last words of Olfin Bedwere of Rheged..." He set off another set of fireworks. "...make plain the last resting place of the most Holy Stone."
"Where could we find this cave, O Tim?" Harry asked.
"Follow." Dean turned to leave, and the Knights started to follow him, then,... "But! Follow only if ye be men of valor, for the entrance to this cave is Guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel that no Man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of full fifty men lie strewn about its lair. So, brave Knights, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth." Dean put his hands up to his mouth and used two fingers to represent "nasty, big, pointy teeth."
"What an eccentric performance." Harry said, over his shoulder to his Knights, as the lights go out.