"Then what was the point of suggesting it?"
The spark of hope went out again. Edward dropped to the ground with a thud and stared at the sky in utter despair.
"But I know where Luo Bin put the Compass!"
Hagrid apologized profusely to the unconscious Luo Bin, wiped his hands, then reached into the Blue Cloth Pouch.
A slender shaft with bristles at the end—a Broomstick!
A J-shaped handle—the Black Umbrella!
Something that jingled, full of round, hard metal pieces—the Money Bag!
Hagrid felt around for ages before finding something round and hard. He pulled it out, only to discover it was a Snuffbox.
"Hagrid, finding things clearly isn't your strong suit. Let Ager and me try!"
"No. The Blue Cloth Pouch is Luo Bin's personal property. I only reached in because I had no other choice, and I'll owe him a proper apology when he wakes up. Neither of you is touching it!"
Hagrid shifted his feet, blocking the two noble brothers' view with his massive frame.
Two minutes later, he found another round, hard object. This time, he pulled out the golden Compass!
The Compass's magnetic needle had gone haywire, spinning inside its casing, but the silver needle held steady, pointing straight ahead of Hagrid. The red dot marking the base lay northwest of it.
"Oh, thank God of Law Merlin. Norbert, we're counting on you now!"
Norbert was delighted to be entrusted with such an important task by his mother. Once everyone had climbed onto his back, he beat his membranous wings and flew northwest.
Romania, the Carpathian Mountains, the Dragon Research Base!
The Dragon had barely landed when a crowd of Wizards surrounded them!
"Thank goodness you're finally back! What happened to Luo Bin?"
Charlie Weasley asked anxiously.
"He fainted. I need to get