Will and Sylvia kept appearing in one place after another.
From the green mountains of Switzerland to a church in Germany's Watzmann mountains, from a tranquil lake beneath the Alps to Monument Valley in Arizona, from Grand Teton National Park in Wyoming to the blue coast of Mauritius, from the mountain peaks of Tahiti to the vast glaciers of Antarctica...
Distance was no longer an obstacle. Day and night no longer mattered.
Sylvia also realized something: Will's abilities seemed to have surpassed anything she had imagined.
Their date continued until Will's head began to feel swollen.
By the time they returned to England, evening had fallen, and Will could still see the sunset glow spilling across the valley.
The sunset shone through the Tower window. Grindelwald glanced toward the door—he had heard someone approaching.
A few seconds later, white-haired, white-bearded Dumbledore pushed it open.
"Long time no see, Albus." Grindelwald set down his book. "You seem to have been very busy lately."
"I have." Dumbledore sat in the chair opposite Grindelwald. "There's been a lot going on."
"So did you deliver my letter to Will?" Grindelwald stirred honey into a cup of water and handed it to Dumbledore.
"No, I've been busy this whole time." Dumbledore shook his head, then pointed at the honey jar. "Thank you. A little more honey, please."
With a helpless look, Grindelwald scooped out another large spoonful. "So what have you been doing?"
Dumbledore opened his hand. In an instant, a strange object appeared in it—something like a warped set of scales.
On one side was a disk engraved with strange Runes and patterns. On the other sat something resembling a compass.
"What's that?" Grindelwald gave it a casual glance without paying much attention.
"Nicolas invented this Alchemical Locator. It analyzes a magical object