Raffles and I went quiet.

“I know what we can give him.” Raffles hurriedly got up and went into his room. When he came out, he was holding a ring box. He placed it in front of me and smiled. “This.”

I picked up the box and opened it. It was the third ring! The ring that Raffles had said he’d made for Harry.

Raffles sat down again and looked over the ring seriously, like he was examining a piece of new equipment he’d made. “I made some improvements to the design. This ring is relatively independent, it’s different from ours. It won’t sense our emotions nor will it change color. It uses an individual chip. But it can detect our rings over a greater distance, and it can also send location  coordinates.”...