R.A.B.

Muya patted them reassuringly. "Don't worry, I'll protect myself."

Harry suddenly thought of something. "Isn't Professor Dumbledore going with you?"

"He has other important matters to deal with," Muya said, rubbing her chin. "He should be in Germany right now."

"Speaking of which, no one knows where your brother's body is. Have you looked for him?"

Sirius Black fell silent. In fact, ever since he had been sorted into Gryffindor, he had rarely spoken to Regulus.

Because he had believed that Regulus, like the rest of the family, had been utterly disappointed in him.

Sensing the strange atmosphere, Harry wisely did not ask either of them anything.

After a moment, Muya sighed. "I understand. I'll keep an eye out at the places we visit next."

In a corner they did not notice, Kritcher clenched a rag in his hand.

"Are you ready?" Tom, dressed in a black trench coat and wearing a black hat, asked Muya before him for the second time.

Muya picked up a camera, lifted her small suitcase, and straightened her hat. "Ready, ready."

He held out his right hand. Muya took it skillfully, and the two of them instantly arrived somewhere unfamiliar.

The sunlight here was faint, perhaps because the fog was so thick.

Tom clicked his tongue softly. "Hold on tight. Don't get separated."

"Can we find that cave from here?" Muya asked as she hurried after Tom.

He smiled. "The cave is still some distance away. We have to cross a stretch of sea."

"Wait." Terror appeared on Muya's face. The only ways to cross the sea were through it or above it, and her voice began to tremble. "Senior, we're not going to fly, are we?"

Muya felt her legs start to go weak.

Pushing through the fog, Muya finally saw the sea.