“Hi, My name is Mr Steven,” he said gazing at Harry until he moved from one leg to the other. “I own this shop, have you ever been  here before?” Harry did not answer Mr steven. “Here is my Book of Diamonds. You can look around my shop for other books but do not touch the book of Diamonds!”

A minute later, Mr Steven had disappeared  outside with his big, long green coat. Harry was by himself so he opened the book  and every page had an idea of some sort of drawings of magic. There were pictures and quotes about sky-scrapers; future sunsets; famous buildings and more. In each picture there were magical worlds. 

“Come here,” hissed a lion. Harry shut the book and placed it where it belonged. He opened the door and entered a room. He strided, not into a room, but into a magical dimension. Sunset spreaded brightness into the whole entire place. A trail of glow went past him, towards a cabin.The unusual thing was that it was the exact same cabin that was inside his mind. Harry thought to himself it looked like the cabin that was in Mr Steven’s book. Without thinking for a minute, Harry paced down the trail of the ancient cabin.

His mind blew away expectantly, the cabin had