Stoatshead Hill.
Murphy sat idly in his little courtyard, watching several children drive off Gnomes in the fields beyond.
With his current farsight, he could clearly make out even an insect thousands of meters away. So even from here, he could see the mischievous grins on George and Fred Weasley's faces. They seemed to be planning to give the Gnomes one massive explosion.
Ron Weasley, meanwhile, was frantically throwing stones. Ginny Weasley stood beside him, furious after a Gnome had splattered her with mud, and was preparing to take revenge.
Murphy watched with great interest.
He had been staying here often lately while recuperating, and he got along quite well with the Weasley family. Murphy occasionally paid them visits and brought the children little gifts. Not long ago, for instance, he had given them several Cleansweep Sevens, much to Ron's delight.
Arthur Weasley also often stopped by, bringing food Molly Weasley had made and discussing things about the Muggle world with him.
As the head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, Arthur's understanding of Muggle objects was both laughably shallow and wildly imaginative.
If Murphy had still possessed his old cynical temperament, he would surely have thought Arthur hopelessly stupid, utterly unreasonable, and an incompetent man occupying a position he did not deserve.
But now, he merely found it rather amusing. He had even taken apart his own television with Arthur, reducing it to scattered pieces.
Suddenly, after a distortion of space at the foot of the hill, a man with pale blond hair appeared there with a cane in hand.
Lucius Malfoy had arrived.
Lucius had never been to Stoatshead Hill before, but the crow had landed on him and made him Apparate. After he spoke the spell, he was sent here.
He looked around and found