Luke looked at the frog cub lying on the table with a mixture of confusion and intrigue. He hadn't expected that the compass was actually stolen from Jack Sparrow. It was clear from its condition that it had been through quite a chase.
The frog cub croaked and pointed at its mouth, making its hunger clear.
"Thanks for your hard work," Luke said, placing a slice of buttered bread beside the frog cub.
The compass, which could point to whatever one needed most in their heart, was unexpectedly valuable. Luke was thrilled by the prospect of solving several pressing issues with it.
For instance, it could help him locate the sacrifices and crucial DNA required to resurrect Tom .
A person's life always leaves behind some traces, and Luke was confident that with this compass, he'd be able to find even the smallest piece of Tom's DNA, like a single hair.
He opened the octagonal compass, watching as the needle spun rapidly before finally settling on the southeast direction.
With a satisfied smile, Luke realized that the living sacrifice Tom required was located at the Leaky Cauldron.
He pointed his wand at the compass and murmured, "Shrink fast!"
The compass, initially the size of a palm, quickly diminished to the size of a pendant. Luke attached it to a length of black rope and secured it around his wrist, ready for the next step in his quest.
Originally, Luke had intended to hang the compass around his neck, but he already had a horse charm in place. After putting the compass away, he turned off the TV and went to bed.
Tomorrow was when the action would begin!
The next morning, Luke had a quick breakfast and prepared to head out to the Leaky Cauldron. Given the hot weather, he wore only a light short jacket.
As the vortex of divine power appeared, Luke's figure was gradually enveloped and transported.
Since he had previously set the spatial coordinates near the Leaky Cauldron, he didn't need to travel by car. The Kamui space ninjutsu proved highly convenient for such trips.
After knocking open the wall of the Leaky Cauldron with his wand, he stepped into Diagon Alley.
The severe heat in recent days had kept many wizards off the streets, leaving them sparsely populated.
Luke found a shady corner and activated the octagonal compass on his wrist. After a few moments, the compass needle pointed to a location.
Following the direction indicated, he soon arrived at a dark alley.
The entrance to Knockturn Alley.
Luke, who had been here twice before, was familiar with the area. To find the Death Eaters, Knockturn Alley was the place to search, given its notorious reputation.
With his light blue eyes half-closed, Luke strolled into the gloomy alley. Compared to Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley was filled with more wizards, though the atmosphere was significantly more oppressive. Every wizard passing by had an indifferent expression.
Luke's blond hair and handsome face drew curious glances from many hidden corners. He noticed these looks but paid them no mind.
They were just a bunch of sewer rats, not a threat to him.
However, if they did decide to act...
It would save him the trouble of searching for live sacrifices. The thought made the corners of his mouth twitch slightly.
The pointer on the compass kept shifting as Luke approached the target, indicating that the Death Eater he was tracking was on the move.
"Is it here?" Luke muttered to himself as he reached the northernmost part of Knockturn Alley. The area was littered with collapsed houses and scattered, unmarked tombstones.
He had never ventured this far into Knockturn Alley before, not even during his last visit when Musell was arrested.
"Got you," Luke said with a chuckle, glancing at the compass. He carefully made his way to the back of a dilapidated house.
Before he could get close, he heard a heated conversation.
"Selwyn, you're deceiving me! This isn't wolf poison at all!"
Selwyn and the Wolf Poison Potion?
Luke paused. He recalled that Selwyn was part of one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, similar to the Malfoys. During Voldemort's rise, their family was a prominent supporter of the Dark Lord.
The Wolf Poison Potion was meant to counteract lycanthropy. It seemed Selwyn was involved in a transaction concerning a werewolf.
"Morris, you should know that Belby's Wolf Poison Potion isn't easy to come by. Besides, the help I've given you isn't worth hundreds of Galleons!"
A sneering voice came from a middle-aged man. It sounded like the transaction had failed.
Luke was caught off guard by the presence of a werewolf but quickly assessed the situation. He glanced at the horse charm around his neck. His recent test with the curse on a werewolf had been unsuccessful.
Closing the compass, Luke stepped out from behind the collapsed house.
"Who are you?" the two figures present asked, startled by his sudden appearance.
"Oh, just a little wizard who made a mistake," Luke replied with a smirk.
One of the men, dressed in ornate clothing, pointed a gold-encrusted scepter at Luke. A green light began to emanate from it.
"This isn't the place for you—"
"Selwyn, you really are something!"
A man in a black robe next to the first one snarled, aiming his wand at Selwyn.
As both men pointed their wands, Luke remained calm. He snapped his fingers and uttered a single word: "Thunder!"
"What are you babbling about—"
Before Selwyn could finish his question, a bolt of golden lightning descended from the air with a thunderous crash.
Boom!
Selwyn collapsed, unconscious and twitching on the ground. Carl, wearing the black robe, stood trembling, unable to speak. His wand slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.