A remote valley somewhere in Cornwall.
A nearly dried-up stream wound through the valley, stretching toward the hazy horizon. A few cottages lay scattered across the gentle slopes at the valley floor.
Inside one of them, two men in black robes leaned against a table, drinking Blackvine Frost Whiskey and trading vulgar jokes.
Suddenly, the door burst open with a bang, and a slender woman in a lightweight wizarding outfit with narrow sleeves slipped inside. Yulian might have found the outfit familiar.
"Rose, Gilbert. Come with me! Emergency assignment!"
"Caroline, what's the rush?" the two men asked, but they quickly stood up without hesitation.
"We've received an urgent report. A Muggle-modified car with only two young wizards aboard has taken off near Ottery St. Catchpole," the woman said hurriedly.
"Is it the same car we happened to see at the beginning of August?"
"Exactly."
"What's that got to do with us?"
"Idiots! A car that big needs Stardust Stone to become invisible. It can make things both invisible and visible. If we get our hands on it, we might be able to find Starfall Bay. You don't want that Wolf Cub beating us to it every time, do you?"
The three had barely stepped outside when they summoned their brooms and shot into the sky.
Harry was secretly glad the station passage had been blocked. Otherwise, they never would have seen such an exhilarating sight.
Sunlight pierced the clouds and shattered into a thousand golden specks across the windshield of the Ford Anglia 150.
Ron gripped the steering wheel—if it could still be called a steering wheel. Mr. Weasley had added at least three extra levers and two rotary knobs—and the tension on his face gradually gave way to an indescribable excitement.
"This is so awesome!" he shouted, his