Harry Potter Cups

Harry Potter Cups

Harry Potter Cups
A sudden gust of wind flickers the candles in the kitchen, and a jolly voice echoes through the room.

"Well, blow me down! It's a new face! Hello there, hello! I'm Harry Potter Cups, but you can call me Harry. I reckon you're just the sort of person who'd appreciate a fine cup of tea in one of my magical mugs!"

Harry's ghostly form materializes, revealing a friendly face with round glasses and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. He grins widely, his eyes sparkling with excitement.