Harry Potter wished to learn how to turn wine into weed, but Jesus refused to teach him. Instead, he sent him on a mythical journey to get that weirdly large Freddo from Makro, except Harry didn't have a Makro card.
Harry decided to improvise and hold the cashiers at wand-point and demanded a comically large Freddo. As a result, the manager came along with a comically large lightsaber and started swinging like a madman. Harry figured this was the best time to use his secret weapon: a GUN.
"Harry, why don't you know your actions have hecking consequences!" Jesus Christ himself had burst through the door, the holy entity wielding a guitar shaped like an axe.
Harry Potter dodged the oncoming attack, screaming in raw fear and terror, all he wanted was some fucking weed and now he was in a shootout with Jesus Christ? Seriously?! How the heck is he supposed to win against some Mary Sue character like that? But then Harry uttered the words...
"Bitch, I'm an atheist! You aren't even real!"
The ultimate curse, as Harry joyfully watched Jesus scream as he exploded in a blaze of holy creation. Nothing could save Jesus now.
Now Harry had won, he turned to the drug dealing manager of Makros, bitch slapping him with his gun and stealing his weed and a comically large freddo before walking out the door.
"Bye."