Unable to get the Philosopher's Stone, Murphy's only remaining source of the Elixir of Life was Nicolas Flamel. Half a year earlier, he had already instructed Rasim to track down Flamel's hiding place.
"Master, we've found him," Rasim said. "We noticed a few owls repeatedly flying to an empty mailbox in Devon. We stationed someone there to keep watch and finally discovered that it was where Nicolas Flamel was living in seclusion."
"His previous residence was invaded by unknown intruders a year ago, so he moved to another village."
"Give me his address," Murphy said.
"One moment, please. I'll make a call to confirm."
Since wizards lacked a means of long-distance communication, even on secret missions like this, Muggle telephones remained their most convenient tool.
A short while later, Rasim reappeared in the crow's field of vision. He looked extremely agitated. "Something's happened, Master! Nicolas Flamel's residence was invaded just now. Someone broke in!"
Devon.
When Murphy descended from the sky as a bolt of lightning, an Auror was already waiting for him. The man held a strange wand resembling a directional antenna, which could broadcast high-frequency magical signals into the air. Murphy had used it to locate him and land.
"Where's Nicolas Flamel's house?" Murphy asked as soon as he touched down.
"That one up ahead." The Auror pointed at a modest house with a small garden.
"I've been living opposite Nicolas Flamel to keep watch. Just now, Chief Rasim called and asked me to check on him. I went over to the window and happened to see a wizard Apparate in. He broke through the defensive magic outside Nicolas Flamel's house, then forced his way inside. He must be a dark wizard. I immediately reported it to the chief—"
Without waiting for him to finish, Murphy Apparated