Chapter 45 – Odin Awake
I travelled with Hermione to pay another visit to her Uncle Reg. We had the pebble which Odin had carried – the one which permitted him entrance to Ve's fortress, but might have led, what was probably Frijjo's fortress, to attack him. We did not have his phoney stone. Since Frijjo had obviously known the secrets of his stones, I'm sure he saw no value in continuing to carry the phoney decoy. We also carried the genuine and phoney decoy stones, which Odin had entrusted to me, as well as the stones we had taken from the dead bodies of Frijjo and the poor woman incinerated by Ve's fortress.
The secret of these stones was very simple. Knowing what to look for, Professor Uncle Reg found it immediately. The good stones had 'Woden', written in an extremely fine script – just an atom-wide curving cursive line in silver. My decoy stone had an 'X' in the same fine script, as did the stone carried by the incinerated woman. Frijjo's stone said 'Frijjo' in coarser script than Odin used on his stones. This was missed in the initial analysis, because that analysis focused only upon the structure near the surface, while the silver pattern, as with the purple diamonds, was both hidden at the center and extremely fine. This led Uncle Reg to the obvious conclusion: neither the purple diamonds, nor the stones were natural. They were man-made artifacts of advanced technology.
This visit was a great success to my mind: I felt that we both understood the secrets of Odin's and Frijjo's stones and that we could reproduce acceptable copies. Hermione also seemed very satisfied. Our satisfaction ended when we ran into Professor Sturluson, who forcefully demanded a detailed review of all which had happened.
"As your expert, and of course also Tony's expert, on Odin, Frijjo, and Odin's brothers, I think I can add some depth to your visceral interpretation of events. Now… I understand that Frijjo is dead and that Odin lies near to death."
"True for Frijjo, overly dramatic as far as Odin is concerned," Hermione corrected him. "From all that we and our St. Mungo's healers can determine, Odin is recovering very nicely and will be able to speak to us soon. He is very strong. The attack by that fortress certainly would have killed a mere human."
After we walked him through what we had learned on the God-ribbon-between-worlds, including what we knew about Odin's almost fatal encounter with the fortress, the professor rudely interjected "you actually left Cissy in charge, while the three of you returned to Earth. What were you thinking? It's little wonder Odin was almost killed."
"No!" I answered him with an equal tone of amazement in my voice. "We left Odin and Captain Davies in charge. There were aurors present. Are you going to tell me you don't regard Odin as capable of being left in charge?"
"He is known for taking entirely too many risks. Surely you've noticed how impulsive he can be."
We returned to the pyramid to check on Odin. He was stirring, but not yet awake. We gave him some more of Doctor Wright's potion and rearranged his blanket, so that he stayed warm in his charging oval. Doctor Wright was correct about the dankness of the pyramid. I mentally assigned high priority to construction of a clinic on the Hogwarts grounds. I could locate it directly above the purple diamond circle. I had previously identified the corresponding spot on the grounds: a gently down-sloping section of lawn, halfway between the main entrance to the castle and Hagrid's hut, lay directly above the purple diamond. The new clinic would be saturated in magical energy and its healing ovals would be second to none.
It was easier to get this project started than I could have hoped. Harry saw the value. He immediately gave Ministry approval and promised to hire some underemployed Wizards, Goblins, and Elves to do the construction, just as soon as plans could be developed. Doctor Wright was thrilled - doubly thrilled when Cissy recruited Professor Celine and the two of them agreed to draw up his ideas. Neville said he would contribute some ideas, since he wanted the clinic to look like a part of the Hogwarts campus. I was glad that Cissy was working with Adrienne. She needed some peace and calm after the horrible fright she had received at the fortress on the ribbon. She was far too proud to pull back from Questing, just because she had sustained a huge fright. She was also far tougher than that and perfectly willing to risk danger to contribute to what she felt was a necessary and noble cause. She hated not to be part of the action and yet, she was still a somewhat fragile teenager. The solution to her problem was to be involved in something which was perfectly safe, but also very important and interesting. That it involved art and her favorite professor simply guaranteed that it would be enough fun to fully occupy and reboot her mind. Already her enthusiasm was returning.
While we waited for Odin to revive, Hermione and I Witch sculpted more purple diamonds, as well as Odin's and Frijjo's special stones. This is another activity which could have rebooted Cissy's mind, but I didn't want to involve her. It was dangerous. The diamonds were still extremely sought after and if people knew that she had the ability to crank them out, she would be at risk of kidnapping. Witch sculpting of purple diamonds was that great a state secret. We had kept their composition a secret and wouldn't say a word about the silver writing inside them.
We tested the diamonds. We didn't have a ready way to safely test the stones. The first part of the Witch sculpture process was to get a good visualisation of what Uncle Reg had learned about the stones and fix that image in our minds. Then, it was just a matter of keeping our magical energy strong and converting our piles of raw materials into diamonds and stones. When we felt our energy flagging, we rewarded ourselves with food, drink and a half hour in a charging oval. By the time Odin awoke sufficiently to speak to us, we had created impressive piles of diamonds and stones. Prior to this exercise, we only had a couple of our own smaller purple diamonds, and since they lacked the silver lattice, they wouldn't work as substitutes for the purple diamond in the Vanir royal pendant. Now we had a dozen purple replicas. We also had two perfect necklaces with pendants. So many original diamonds, plus perfect and imperfect copies was a challenge to Hermione's labelling and storage system, but she was able to explain herself well enough that I understood the system. It may sound silly to keep imperfect copies, but there was value in having a stealable fake pendant, which was unable to control a purple diamond circle which included a perfect copy of a purple diamond. If we didn't fake ourselves out, this could have tactical value.
Odin was very weak when he awoke, but plenty strong enough to talk. "It was Frijjo! The fortress must have been hers. I have no idea how she was able to build such a thing. I didn't think she had been able to spend much time exploring that ribbon. That fortress wasn't built in a day or in a month. Certainly, parts could have been built elsewhere and apparated into place, but it would still require many months of on-the-spot construction. It is too like Ve's fortress to be chance. She either learned from Ve or the two of them built both fortresses together. I was a fool to trust her. The fortress deliberately attacked me. Cissy certainly was also within its range. It could have taken her, had it chosen to do so, but it locked onto me. I carried my entry stone for the Ve fortress. We know that Frijjo knew the secret of that stone. I see I no longer have it in my pocket. Have you figured it out?"
"Yes, we finally have learned its secret," Hermione returned the stone to him. "The silver pattern was drawn in such thin lines that Uncle Reg missed it when he first examined the purple diamonds. Once he found it in the diamond, it was easy to find it in your stone. We've made proper copies. We've also copied Frijjo's stone. I am not bold enough to approach the fortress with that stone in my pocket, but I believe it will work. I agree the fortress is Frijjo's."
"For now, it does a good job of guarding the approach to Earth from the world of the dark Gods," I told Odin. My husband is in no hurry to see the fortress demolished. I have been considering how we might explore it. I wouldn't risk a thinking creature, but I'm willing to send a goat or a cow."
Odin agreed with Doctor Wright about the generally depressing atmosphere of our pyramid. He might be lying in the best healing oval which the Earth currently had to offer, but Yggdrasil could provide better. He wanted to return home to finish healing. He would travel with us as far as to Yggdrasil When we reached Yggdrasil, Odin wished us well and lay down on the floor of the library for a good healing charging-up.
We travelled back to the ribbon, transporting several sheep with us. We had agreed, in advance, with Harry and Odin that the first explorers would be ravens. I am not so cruel as to arbitrarily send a sheep to its slaughter, when there are steps, I can take to reduce the risk. Hermione, Cho, and I led a party to within a mile of the fortress. We had Barb, three other aurors, Captain Davies, Yael and the three sheep with us, in addition to the two ravens. Hermione and I released our ravens and they flew toward the fortress. Initially, they overflew the fortress. It only took fifteen minutes until we saw them flying back toward us. Blacky landed on my shoulder and I read its mind as it leaned its head against my ear. Blacky's report surprised me. The fortress was far larger than I had expected. It extended about half a mile along the ribbon, always covering the full width of ribbon and almost reaching the top of the woven shield covering the ribbon. The roof was featureless. There were doors and windows on the near and far sides of the fortress, but they were closed.
"I can shoot out the windows. That will allow your ravens to explore inside the fortress," Captain Davies promised me.
It immediately became clear that she intended to crawl almost as close to the fortress as Odin had been when he was struck down. I thought this probably was safe, especially since she carried no diamonds or coded stones, but I still worried about her safety. I extracted a promise that she would not approach as closely as Odin had. she readily agreed. With just her rifle and a small pack, she crouched and moved toward the fortress. When she was almost as close as Odin had come to the fortress, she switched to crawling. She only crawled a little closer, then assumed a firing position, with her rifle propped upon her pack. This was the point of maximum danger. The fortress might well ignore anyone who didn't approach closer than half a mile; it might ignore anyone at that distance who wasn't marked with one of the stones; I was not at all certain that it would ignore someone who fired upon it, even from more than half a mile away. A half dozen very loud bangs rang out. Captain Davies was now crawling backwards away from the fortress. She remained in a crawl for a considerable distance, before rising to a sort-of kneel and duck-walking back to us.
"The windows are smashed. Your ravens can explore!"
"Very brave and extremely well done," I congratulated Captain Davies at the same time as I was releasing Blacky to explore the interior of the fortress. I was jittery as we waited for Blacky to return. I didn't know what dangers she would have to confront within the fortress. I am a very impatient person. I also had no doubt that we were in range of the fortress if Blacky stumbled against something which caused the fortress to lash out against everything in its vicinity. I urged my comrades to move farther from the fortress. We set up camp a mile and a half away. We didn't have to wait long after that. Blacky was screeching towards us. She landed on my shoulder and started to unreel her memories from the inside of the fortress. The inside structure was a long, two-foot-wide corridor running the entire length, with rooms to the right - at least to the right if you entered the fortress from this direction.
All the rooms were dark. Blacky has good night vision but detected nothing moving within any of the rooms. The fortress's sting seemed to be supplied by large wand arrays in the rooms at each end of the fortress. I could tell that they were very much like our own wand arrays, because Blacky had landed on one of them and walked all over it. There were enough wandish cylinders bundled together that I had no doubt that this fortress could kill. That's all I could learn from Blacky's visit. If I wanted to learn more, we would have to enter the fortress ourselves, but I wasn't going to attempt that until after we had conducted our experiments with the sheep.
Our first sheep experiment involved one of our copies of the Frijjo stone. We hung it around the sheep's neck in a little leather pouch. We pointed the sheep toward the fortress and slapped it on its bottom. It meandered about a hundred feet toward the fortress and stopped, turning its head to stare back at us. If I didn't know how stupid sheep are, I could have convinced myself that it fully understood what fate might await it as it got nearer to the fortress. As the sheep seemed to have decided to plod its way back to us, we had to move closer to the fortress to encourage the sheep to move forward. Naturally we had emptied our pockets of Odin or Frijjo stones. Carrying them would both ruin the experiment and likely make us targets. Even though we had our defensive magical shields amped up as far as possible in this environment, I felt in my bones that if an attack by the fortress was powerful enough to bring Odin to within an inch of death, we would be certain goners if attacked. We, in this case, was just Barb and me. I couldn't risk losing both the Mother and the Muse.
We finally got the sheep to within a half mile of the fortress, without crossing that invisible barrier ourselves. A slap on the rump sent the sheep scampering another hundred feet closer to the fortress. The duplicate Frijjo stone seemed to work. This was not a complete experiment, however. We placed a duplicate Odin stone in a pouch around the neck of a second sheep. This sheep was more pliable and kept marching slowly toward the fortress. There was a loud bang and the sheep fell dead, just short of the half mile mark. Admittedly not an indisputable conclusion from only two experiments, but I decided that it was now proven safe for me to enter the fortress carrying the Frijjo stone. I would take the original, in order to eliminate the risk from a possibly less-than-perfect copy.
Barb had other ideas. She was my protective auror. It was her duty to go first. Reluctantly, I handed her the Frijjo stone and watched impotently as she slowly walked toward the fortress. I began breathing normally again when she had clearly passed the half mile marker, walking at least a dozen strides past the dead sheep. She made it all the way to the fortress and, after clearing broken pieces of glass from one of the windows, climbed through it into the fortress. She opened the door from the inside and waved to us. Then, she was gone for a very long time, as in over an hour. That's awfully long for a simple scouting mission, even in a fortress which is half a mile long.
After an hour and a half, Barb reappeared at the door and gave us a thumbs up and a wave to come forward. Hermione, Yael, and I grabbed replica Frijjo stones and walked briskly to join Barb.
"It should be safe. I dismantled the array that was pointed in this direction."
That was obvious, as soon as we walked through the door. A metal cable, which must have been attached to the array lay loose on the floor and the wand array lay upon its side, with its business end pointed at the windowless side wall. The array bore a striking resemblance to both the arrays in Odin's forge and to our first efforts at array building. It was mid-way in size between the two. I felt that this array could only have been built by someone who had studied Odin's array. This feeling was confirmed, when Barb led us down the corridor to a room in about the exact middle of the fortress. The room held an exact copy of the circle in Odin's forge. The central gem was a ruby, rather than a purple diamond. A second metal cable ran out of this room and down the corridor in the opposite direction. Presumably it was connected to the wand array at the other end of the fortress. Each of the cables was attached to a shiny hemispherical metal shell. These shells were on opposite walls and left just a small alley by which we were able to approach and examine the circle.
"I'm quite sure that I found the intelligence of the fortress," Barb enthused as she led us out of this room and into the next.
A slab of black rock, about a foot by two feet square, lay on the floor in the center of the room. It was polished to a mirror finish and had the look of a diminutive Black Stone. A thin silver wire ran from the slab to the inner ring of silicon crystals of the circle in the next room. I rested on the floor next to the slab and tried to think to it. I could feel its slight warmth, and feel a very subtle vibration, but I could not contact it. I reached for Yggdrasil, explaining that I needed its help in conversing with and taking control of this slab intelligence.
I have not been in contact with this intelligence. Its appearance and size are identical to three such pieces of me, which Frijjo took a millennia ago. I know from where the slabs were taken, so I may be able to establish contact with those former pieces of myself.
I remained in contact with Yggdrasil as it attempted to contact the slab. At times it worked through me, asking me to grasp the slab with both of my hands and to channel its thoughts into the slab. While I worked with Yggdrasil, Hermione was taking pictures of everything. I knew that she, Yael, and Barb were also searching for any documents which might more firmly tie this fortress to Frijjo.
It took several hours of lying on the floor, curled up around the slab, but Yggdrasil was finally able to work an introduction, telling the slab to obey me. I could converse with the slab through my own mind, without Yggdrasil's intermediation. I learned that the slab had recently answered to Frijjo but had originally been under Vili's control. I instructed the slab that it must not allow Vili to approach the fortress. A little less stun than it had used on Odin was what was needed. I didn't want it to kill him. I told it that I would have a new recognition stone, when next I came to visit.
The photography and the search were already finished, and the others were waiting for me to break my mental link. We Apparated back to our garrison on the ribbon and then back to Yggdrasil. Odin had felt well enough to leave Yggdrasil and return to his various projects in forge and observatory, but he returned to the Yddgrasil library just a few minutes after we arrived.
I told Odin that we had entered the fortress and discovered a lot, which Frijjo had left behind. This fortress is likely where she had stayed, prior to her death. Hermione spread our booty on a library table. Odin was impressed. I took a quick two minutes, while Hermione arrayed her treasures, to leave a quick summary message for Harry and Percy. I promised to return, just as soon as we had given Odin an initial look at the documents.
There were several long scrolls, upon which Frijjo had scratched out complex genealogies over many, many generations. There was a scroll showing her own ancestors and descendants. From her lone offspring came many, many Vanir. There was a scroll showing the offspring and subsequent lineage of Vili's many illicit couplings. I noted that Adrienne and her child appeared at the bottom of the scroll. They were circled in wide, thick, red ink. I was more surprised to see the Voldemort family tree and even more surprised to see that the tree included Draco, but not Little Erin. The greatest surprise was finding the Weasley family tree - ten generations of my family tree. Harry was important enough that it didn't surprise me all that much to find the Peverell/Potter tree. I was surprised that the tree included three of my, yet unborn, children fathered by Harry. The last family tree was Hermione's.
The real prize was a tall pile of papers, bound up by a purple ribbon. Despite her claims to the contrary, Frijjo had identified a whole lot of Vanir royals and other notables, all with mini-bios and half with photographs. The pile included over a hundred royals, several hundred Miomor loyalists, an additional hundred persons from Village Vana, and business and religious notables in the City. Part of the mini-bio of each included how Frijjo met/knew about them, which faction they were loyal to, how much wealth and influence they had and, I thought rather surprisingly, how well they got along with Freyr and Vili, with the implication that Frijjo was interested in turning their loyalty.
This last point became clearer in another stack of papers tied by a red ribbon. This was a political battle plan, including strategic assassinations, of how Frijjo intended to seize power on Vanaheimer. I skimmed through the pile. One thing was clear: Frijjo intended neither to give up power after a brief transition period nor to do much power sharing with others. There was a long discussion, which I read word-for-word, becoming angrier with each sentence, paragraph, and page, in which Frijjo went into great detail on how she could turn the Quest to her advantage and trap us into killing on her behalf.
There was a little leather-bound journal, apparently purchased at a London book seller, in which Frijjo's thoughts about a potential invasion of our world were recorded. She had only filled the first ten pages and her thoughts were constantly changing as we thwarted her plans and consistently proved to be stronger than she expected. The little notebook with thoughts on taking over Asgard had many more of the pages filled. I'd read it later. Correction: I would read it after Odin had finished with it. It was a very uncharitable thought, not at all suitable for a Mother or Light Guardian priestess, but I couldn't help commenting to Hermione: "I'm very glad that Frijjo is dead!"
We were far from finishing even a cursory examination of what Hermione had collected from the fortress, but I had seen enough to know that we needed to return home and finish our study at the pyramid. The notes about invading Earth made it imperative that I get that journal into Harry's hands at once. Odin understood and said that he would come with us. "We have a lot to study and important decisions to take."
Harry and Ron were waiting for us on the floor of our pyramid. Barb and I told Harry, Ron, and Shacklebolt what we had discovered inside the fortress, while Hermione and Yael left to develop the pictures. Hermione said she would explain the documents she found, just as soon as she finished with the pictures. Harry was jolted, but not surprised, as he started reading through the journal labeled "Attacking Terra". I was proud of Harry's new skill. Our Black Stone had taught him to read the standard and ancient Vanir languages. Frijjo had written in the ancient form and Harry was swiftly deciphering it and becoming angrier by the minute. "It's good we found this before anyone else did," Harry declared. "We will redouble our efforts to defend our world." I gave the 'Capturing Asgard' to Odin to study, while we awaited Hermione's return. I also quickly mentioned that although the fortress's intelligence had been under Frijjo's control when the fortress struck him down, that Vili had previously been its master. Odin was stunned.
He wasn't surprised by Frijjo's involvement but he hadn't suspected Vili's involvement, thinking the fortress was originally Ve's. I told him the fortress was newer than that. I also explained that the fortress was larger than we initially thought. When I described the wand arrays and the ruby circle, he commented "same as my dealings with you. Others whom I worked with saw my technology and the secrets were shared before I wanted or expected."
I told Odin that I thought I had managed to take control of the fortress's intelligence. I would prepare new stones and give him one, before showing the intelligence the new stone it was supposed to honor. Odin nodded approval. Hermione returned and commanded everyone's attention. She had over a hundred of the moving Wizard-type photographs. Each room was shown from two directions. There were close-ups of the array, the circle, the intelligence, and the hemispheres which caught the circle's energy. The pictures were very interesting, and I knew that Harry and his aurors would spend many hours studying them in detail. As interesting as the pictures were, the documents were of greater interest.
Harry had finished his translation. He was even angrier than when he had started reading the journal. "Frijjo was even more dangerous and conniving than I've come to believe in recent months. She kept begging for our help as she planned to conquer us."
"Yes," Odin agreed, "she always played the victim, but she was far more the conniving predator than I ever realised. I should never have wandered as much as I did and left her and my brothers in control. I blamed my brothers for corrupting my Frijjo, but I'm afraid it was always the other way around. She obviously used both and took advantage of me. I'm sorry I exposed you to her poison. I'm certain she led my brothers to their insanity, after they had served their purpose. She knew the intricacies and specific hazards of seid-space. My brothers did not. They knew little seid. They were 'look at the pictures and tell Frijjo what they needed done' types."
I suggested that it might be a good time to build the Jerusalem circle. Harry and Ron agreed. Hermione and I gathered the materials we would need to build a modern circle, while Ron gathered a half dozen aurors to assist us. Our two Hogwarts students were eager to participate, having never built a modern type of circle. Yael wanted to phone her boss, but I told her we hadn't had especially good experiences with the cellphones and the friends across the pond. It was best to simply show up at the ICW headquarters and contact Danny from there. That's what we did.
Both Danny and Ami and several of their agents accompanied us from ICW headquarters to the warehouse. I wanted to Apparate, but the anti-Apparation barriers were active. Nobody demanded to see our papers, which was a good thing, because Ron, the aurors, and the Hogwarts students didn't have any papers. It was as easy as traveling with Mrs. Toms. At the warehouse, we spent two hours planning in painstaking detail how we would Apparate the lodestone. It was big and heavy, but worst of all we couldn't allow ourselves much vertical margin of error out of fear that the lodestone would crack if it fell too far to the floor of the cave. Danny told us that tourists had been excluded from the area, that the floor of the cave was totally empty and that it now was several inches of compacted soil, rather than stone.
"That's new, the dirt, I mean. We'll have to Apparate there on a practice run to get the elevation right. It sounds like the floor has risen several inches."
"Yes, we thought that would make it safer to move the lodestone. Can you Apparate there and back without tiring yourselves, or should we drive you?"
I chose to be driven. Even at full strength and having asked Little Ba'al to jack up the power on his circle to full, Apparating the lodestone would not be an easy task. I decided that Yael and the Hogwarts students must wait outside the cave for us to arrive with the lodestone. There was too great a chance of them injuring themselves, either with a splinch or with a foot under the stone.
We were finally ready to Apparate the stone. Hermione, Ron, the four aurors and I did the work. We aimed for an inch and a half above the dirt floor and concentrated on not allowing the stone to tilt during the Apparate. We all focused upon keeping our feet clear of the stone. We were only a second in transit, but it was a terrifying second and required total concentration. We came in a little cocked, with one end of the stone slightly splinching the dirt. My side was low. Fortunately, I had my feet held up, by bending my knees. The opposite end of the stone came in four and a half inches above the dirt. That end of the stone thudded down and the stone made a small hop in that direction. Fortunately, all on that side of the stone did a second quick Apparate up and back several feet. We had pre-planned this manoeuvre, since this slight misalignment was an easily anticipated problem. The stone-soil splinch is partly what had bounced the stone. It also made a loud bang and sent up a lot of choking dust. I breathed through my shirt as we groped our way out of the cave and into fresher air. No choice but to give the air a few hours to clear.
We built the circle in a little over a day, with the Hogwarts students and Yael doing a lot of the work. Since the lodestone had to sit above ground, the entire circle had to fit within the dimensions of the lodestone. We magically bored holes on the top surface of the lodestone, to hold the purple diamond, silver rods, and silicon crystals. We mounted all of these and sealed them to the lodestone with molten silver. We added highly complex silver lattices, using the Light Guardian's design, miniaturised. We managed to complete all this work in little more than half a day. That left the hardest task: boring the hole for the quartz cylinder in the ceiling of the cave. The quartz had to be perfectly vertical and directly above the purple diamond. It took almost an entire day to achieve this. Starting and tuning the circle was a matter of an hour's work.
I felt totally drained by the time the work was finished. It was back to the ICW headquarters for a celebratory dinner hosted by Danny, Ari, and Yael. Secretary Afshar was present for the dinner and sort-of congratulated us for successfully completing the Jerusalem circle. "Thank you for complying with my request to build a modern circle in Jerusalem. It is long past time that British Wizards pull their weight and help the magical peoples of other nations, who don't have it as well as you do. You need to help the other magical communities. We are stronger when we stand united."
"We thought we were helping everyone when we defeated Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Dumbledore captured Grindelwald. Britain hasn't had a lot of help from the other magical communities." Hermione let it be known that she wasn't just going to accept the Secretary's criticism.
"I am curious why you changed your minds and built us a modern circle," Danny asked me. "I know we got off to a bad start last time you were in my country."
I had a ready answer: "Actually a number of reasons. We like Yael. Tony vouched for your government. We think you are much better able to defend your circle than Little Ba'al is to defend his. The God-ribbon-between-worlds has an on-and-off portal at Jerusalem. You are better equipped to defend yourselves against invasion or the insertion of spies from the ribbon if you have a modern circle. The ICW is here. This is a beautiful city. You let us come to a decision in our own time and didn't beat on us as Mister Tsieh did. You showed us the location of the circle cavern from the surface so that we can Apparate to and from it, rather than keeping it secret as Mr. Tsieh did."
