On the left side of the place of their appearance an endless turquoise sea stretches, whose foamy breakers rhythmically splash on the white sand stretching like a broad band along the shore. A thick shrub like a dense wall grows near the edge of the sandy beach. The farther away from the sea, the more frequent the trees are, gradually turning into a dense forest. The brightly shining sun is at its zenith and generously shines its light. And only fanciful white clouds scattered across the sky, moving with a breeze, periodically obstruct it. Quick seagulls shriek and cut the air spaces above the sparkling multicoloured glare of the sea surface.

Harry having glanced swiftly round at the picture that opens before him, in an irritated manner mutters something under his breath and then waves his wand in an intricate way. Everything suddenly freezes. The seagulls remain motionless in the sky, as well as waves running to the beach. All sounds have disappeared, the sun stops being real, and it has become an orange circle in a drawing made by a child's hand.

Another spell and a small patch of sand disappeared from the ground, revealing the cover hidden underneath. Harry squats down and opens the cover as he approaches the sandy area.

Ree, awaiting that he’ll see something new, comes closer to Harry, and he again gets disappointment. Under the cover, there’s another mage panel. Quick keystrokes and a narrow road band appears on the spot cleared away from the sand. Beginning near their feet, it goes far away to the unseen yet aim.

Harry doesn’t have time to close the lid when a young man weaved himself near him, right out of thin air. He‘s a tall, red-haired, seventeen-year-old boy with stubble on the face, wearing toxic lemon-coloured clothes with small stars scattered across them. Only when he becomes completely dense does he speak, and this puts Ree into a stupor.

«Harry! My boy! How nice to see you!» without a peep, this individual in odd dresses laments.

It is a mantle, runs through Ree's head —the name of the duds that he’s wearing.

I don't care if it's a mantle or something else. But why does such garish coloring? And why does a kid of seventeen allows him to behave like that with a grown up man who’s eighty years old? And why doesn’t Harry reprimand him?

Ree has silently lost cool, not realising what’s happening to him.

Why do I have such an aggressive reaction to this kid? Oh, I don't like him. Oh, I don't like him at all! He's so young, and he already smells some kind of vile thing.

«Good afternoon, Dor. You've decided to have rest at the seashore?» straitening, Harry asks, and going by the young man, moves towards the road band on which he stands.

«Yes, you're right, my boy. Sea air and sunlight are good for my ill health,» he replies, instantly moving onto the band following Harry, coming face to face with him, very close.

To this Harry only hemms. Ree is only astonished by his self-control. In one minute he’s been called 'my boy' twice, and by whom? By almost a child, and he doesn't react to it at all; he doesn't even notice it.

«Soon…»

«I…»

They‘ve both said at the same time and stopped talking, giving each other the right to speak first.

«Come on, speak up, Dor. I'll speak after you.»

«Ariana has flown. It turns out our assumptions were right. First she couldn't fly because of problems at the border, and then she found out she was pregnant, and as you know, you can't turn into when you're pregnant. Then came the birth, and it was only a few days ago that she was finally able to get out to us.»

«How is she? How's the baby? I hope the birth went well,» Harry asks with sincere warmth and concern in his voice.

«Yes, she and her baby are fine.»

«That’s good.  By the way, who’s been born?»

«A girl.»

«The girl's good, too. How is her husband? Is he happy with the baby?»

«Ariana says that he’s happy to have the baby, and he’s doubly happy that it’s a girl.»

They’ve fallen silent; only the monotonous rustling of the band, increased by the sand friction on its edge, breaks the silence that has been interrupted by Dor.

«She asked me if your arrangements with her about the baby are still in force.»

«Yes. Alrus will get here soon; I'm going to tell him everything in order/ Until I get to you and describe my agreement with Ariana, until that time, don’t dare to appear in front of him. Do you understand my wish?»

The last words Harry says with pressure in his voice and sounds of order. Dor slightly screws up his face but nevertheless nods yes.

«All right, great!» Harry says in a blatantly joyful manner. «I'm glad we understand each other, so I don't have to force you.»

 Anger flashes in Dor’s blue eyes behind the half frame glasses, and he disappears. Harry only says hm at this and says softly.

«He’s offended; now I need to wait for revenge, though petty,»  but before he can finish, the frozen picture of the seascape sails away, and in its place, a dark forest is formed, suppressing with its aura.

«What a bastard,» Harry swears. «Before I could have thought that he’d get back at me, this jerk has already done this.»

As soon as Dor disappears, Ree rushes to take his place near Harry. That’s why now he’s able to observe the whole range of feelings overflowing him.

The flow of Harry’s different feelings literally bewilders Ree. From the joy of meeting something native and nostalgia about the lost home to the grief, desperation, anger, and hatred.

 It's strange. As I understood it, Harry has a certain power over Dor, but he doesn't even try to restrain him. And because of this attitude, Dor is more and more out of line. Then what measures would have to be adopted to stop him when he crossed the line? No, it's not my thing; it's better to immediately define the boundaries of what's permissible for a man than to suffer like this.

And now Harry feels pain, but there's no more reaction besides clenched arms and squeaked teeth.

I think there must be a good reason for such an attitude towards Dor. I hope I'll be able to know about this; there's a reason why I'm shown these memories.

Meanwhile, the self-moving road drives  them out of the forest, and Ree stands still in admiration. To the right, a lake stretches, and opposite it, not far away, a fairy-tale castle is situated, which emanates antiquities and magic.

Ree is amazed to feel the magic emanating from the castle, and this surprises him a lot because, up until today, he wasn't able to feel what was happening in his memories; until now, he was only able to watch them.

But all this magnificence and awakening feelings don’t prevent him from noticing how, from the view of the castle, Harry becomes even gloomier, hissing something under his breath.

«I'd need to switch him off; it would be safer. If he can’t restrain him, I‘ll switch him for some time,» Harry says, barely audible, and adds, «Yes, that’s exactly what I'll do,» he nods to himself in confirmation of the decision taken.

What could happen in this castle if Harry so negatively reacts to this beauty?

 A road band slowly brings them to the red spot, located almost in the middle of the lake and the castle.

As they get closer, the spot turns into a red circle with a diameter of about five meters. The already familiar two chairs are situated not far from the edge of the circle, near which the band ends its run. When Harry gets off, he casts a spell to cleanse himself of the sand that covers his trousers and shoes, and only after this does he enter the circle.

He deliberately walks to one of the chairs and sits down. Then, with his right hand, he openeы the lid at the armrest's end, under which there’s a button for a change.

As soon as Harry presses it, a hole opens up in the floor between his legs, from which an oval post begins to rise with a stone on it, the size of a newborn baby's head. If one looks carefully at the stone, he can see that its colour range isn’t uniform, wherefrom the conclusion arises that many small stones have been exposed to magic, causing the larger stones to fuse at the edges with the other larger ones, and the smaller ones to melt completely, filling the voids.

When the post has fully advanced and the stone is at the level of Harry’s chest, he extends his hands to it and, having grasped two elbows on either side, simultaneously pulls them in different directions. This makes two holders to emerge from the post, on which Harry placed his hands, comfortably resting his wrists on the stones, and has closed his eyes.

Ree can observe how instead of the unpleasant landscape for Harry, an even stone wall appears, the edge of which disappears in the grey twilight. He throws back his head to see the sky, but instead of it, there’s the same twilight that fills all the space around him, leaving only a little space near the red circle visible.

Harry leans back on his chair, closes his eyes, and goes into sad thoughts or memories. Ree doesn’t know for sure, but it‘s clear that they’re gloomy, judging by the frowned and unhappy Harry’s face.

But before he’s able to completely immerse himself in the dark melancholy, Alrus appears from the mist standing on the road band. He, having looked attentively at the surrounding space and having seen the father sitting in front of him, moves towards him, not waiting when he’ll be delivered, as if he felt that his father feels bad.

Getting off the road band, he goes and sits down in a vacant seat, looking closely into his father’s face.

«Father, what could have happened to you for such a short time when we separated? You’re ashen-faced.»

 With a heavy sigh, Harry opens his eyes and sadly smiles at his son.

«It’s okay; I have already recovered myself.»

«Father, I’m not going to be fobbed off.»

«I’m not even trying. Wait; soon you’ll know who constantly spoils my mood.»

«In this case, I’m all ears,» Alrus has said, comfortably snuggling down in the armchair.

But Harry doesn’t react to his son’s words, continuing to silently look in one point. Alrus is angry at this situation because he can’t say or do anything to help his father exit this state, and all because he wasn’t provided with information about the situation that has happened with his father. All he can do now is wait until Harry, on his own, solves his problem.