Albus trudged back into the storm and apparated along the length of the visible beach until he reached the famous Land’s End arch that marked the southernmost tip of the Baja Peninsula.
Perenelle had been right. It would have been impossible to miss the massive tower of shale that jutted from the middle of the ocean like a dull, unlit lighthouse. It rose hundreds of feet into the air, its black outline splitting the stormy sky in twain. Waves crashed and broke against its base with all the fury of the angered sea, flinging icy spray right to the beach’s edge.
And at the top of the tower… there stood a man; an enormous man; a man whose shadowy silhouette was thrice the size of the very largest giant.