The elf opened its eyes. “You came,” it whispered. “The dark wizard in the astronomy tower… he threw me. Said no one would look for an elf.”

Harry knelt. “ Vulnera Sanentur ,” he whispered — another Prince spell, healing this time. The elf’s wound knit closed.

The golden light from Harry’s chest flickered toward the elf.

“Mippy.”

Harry’s breath caught. It wasn’t a map. It was a compass — showing him the people he trusted most. The people whose hearts were connected to his.