Old Harry Rocks White Cliffs.
The sheer white cliff face stood amid the seawater.
This fragile stretch of land was made of the bones and corpses of plankton from sixty-six million years ago, forming chalk.
Murphy looked down at the magnificent scene from the air, then tossed a Muggle-Repelling Charm below.
In his magical vision, a ripple scattered in every direction, and at one spot on the coast, where ordinary sight showed no one at all, two vast masses of magic were as obvious as bonfires in the night.
The Disillusionment Charm could twist light, erasing a person or object from the background, but the magical fluctuations of the spell itself would not vanish.
"Well, this really is a surprise." Murphy smiled.
Sending a few Lightning Ravens to monitor Nurmengard had actually been an idle move Murphy had made earlier. If the International Confederation of Wizards kept hounding him, he had planned to try letting Grindelwald out to cause them some trouble.
But now the International Confederation of Wizards no longer posed much of a threat to Murphy, and because of this little move, he had discovered Dumbledore and Grindelwald's cooperation.
At the time, the Lightning Raven had been too far away, so he did not know what the two of them had said to each other, but now, seeing the colors of their magic here, he had a good idea of their purpose.
Only, where was the Holy Mother?
Beneath the tower, they had clearly also met a fellow who looked like an ascetic monk, and he was obviously one of the Holy Mother's people, yet he had not appeared here.
In other words, that Holy Mother did not intend to act personally?
That was a bit of a shame. He had no way to catch them all in