And then they began to speak. What they thought was a portrait, was actually a group of four people.
Oliver's ancestor began
"My name is William Wood, but to them I am known as Liam. And I am the guardian of fire. Oliver, my boy, you are my spitting image through and through. To you I give my phoenix, Apollo, and this book. It contains all of my knowledge. And take care of the little one" Oliver's ancestor began.
'He's not little!' Oliver bellowed.
"I guess you are more like me than I thought. I guess you like Ethan's heir." Liam began.
Oliver blushed Gryffindor red.
"Don't worry my boy…"
