Inside the Hogwarts Headmaster's office, the ancient, stately oak furniture gleamed warm yellow in the candlelight, while the figures in the portraits on the stone walls all turned to look at the two people at the desk.
Dumbledore, the white-haired old man with wise eyes, was gazing helplessly yet intently at the Magic Radar Douglas refused to let go of.
Dumbledore smiled faintly, a trace of cunning flashing through his bright blue eyes, and casually snapped his fingers.
At the sound of the snap, a breeze suddenly stirred the air, and an enormous, detailed world map slowly unfurled before him like a scroll, densely marked with magical symbols and place names.
With fingers weathered by the years, he carefully searched the map for the location matching the display on the Magic Radar, saying to Douglas with a hint of resignation:
"Douglas, you should set aside that stubborn suspicion and wariness and trust the old man before you..."
A subtle expression crossed Douglas's face, and a faint smile curved his lips.
He thought to himself, Heh, if I weren't on my guard against you, this radar would meet the same end as that recorder.
But aloud, he replied in a slightly teasing tone:
"Professor, that finger snap of yours really was exquisite. Hmm... you could call it positively enchanting, as though it held countless sparks of wisdom."
Dumbledore fixed Douglas with a stern gaze, his eyes sharp enough to see through a person's heart, and gave a cold chuckle:
"Oh, you mean those sparks of wisdom came from you... Found him. Peter should currently be in Ulcini. Judging by his direction, he should be heading for the United Kingdom..."
With that, he adjusted his Half-moon Spectacles, his eyes gleaming with a profound light behind the lenses, and slowly turned toward Douglas