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Morgan nodded. "Sir." He said curtly. He was dressed casual, a small pack over his shoulder. It felt odd to be addressing someone nearly 11 years younger than him as sir, but Morgan was professional.
He checked his wand, which was slipped inside his pocket, and pulled a folder out of his pack. He handed it to Matt. It was of a small black ball, about the size of a baseball, studded with gemstones of varying sizes and colors. "This is what we're looking for." He said as Matt looked at the photo. "Called the Stone of Dolor. It's supposed to replicate the effects of a dementor, causing severe depression to anyone not magically shielded." He pulled out several vials of a glowing red potion. "A Patronus won't touch it, so we need these. If you start to experience any violent mood swings, drink up, or things will get real bad, real fast." Morgan handed the vials to Matt. "It's been known to drive people to suicide. It's dangerous, and the Ministry wants their hands on it." He leafed through the folder for any more useful information. "The thing is supposed to have at least a dozen copies, which come with varying effects, so we'll have to test it to make sure it's the real thing. Are you ready?"

Morgan nodded again. "Naturally. There aren't many files on it, and I only managed to find one prophecy, at least 50 years old. It's useless, the seer shifts from English to Russian to German and to some long forgotten Aztec dialogue. I wasn't able to make heads or tails of it." He frowned. They were going in blind, more blind than he liked. But there was no time to waste. "It's hidden in some kind of temple. All kind of magical traps. I'm not exactly sure, but it's going to be dangerous." He focused his one eye on Matt, and with a loud crack! Dissaperated.

Morgan said nothing, simply fell into place behind Matt. His superior was...Interesting. Cheerful fellow. Ah, the hubris of youth...Morgan absent mindedly traced the scars across his face.
They were making good time, considering they had nearly 100 miles to cover. Matt and Morgan would hack down vines and other obstacles with Diffindo. Morgan was comfortable, the hiking falling into a familiar, steady rhythm. Keep your feet, clear the path, have an eye out for danger. Having only one to spare, Morgan kept half an eye out for anything suspicious. Things were going smoothly, almost too smoothly. It was only a matter of time, Morgan knew, before something happened.....

"Natives." Morgan cursed, sprinting to catch up to Matt. "Wherever the stone is kept is probably some kind of sacred ground to them. We must be trespassing on it, hence the rather...violent reaction." He grabbed the vine and gritted his teeth. He was getting too old for this. Leaping off the side, he swung across the gap, praying the natives wouldn't hit him with their makeshift blow guns. God only knew what was on them, and you couldn't be too careful.
He hit the ground and rolled on the other side of the cliff, coming up with a grimace. He wasn't as spry as he used to be, and his accident had done nothing to help that. He whipped up his want and shot a stunning spell towards the natives, more to distract them than to do any actual damage.

Morgan shook his head, frowning. He huffed out a breath and followed Matt, running through the uneven terrain. His heart pounded wildly, and he hoped whatever trap was going to spring itself was going to happen soon...before he went crazy from the suspense.
After a few minutes, Morgan began to have doubts. Maybe the enchantments had simply worn down. It was devilishly tricky to have a spell last after the caster is dead, and perhaps...
A roar. A gout of flame. Morgan threw himself backwards. A geyser of fire, eerie red with streaks of silver, had burst into the air in front of him. "That's not normal fire..." He muttered, eyes widening. He pushed himself to his feet. "Run!" He shouted to Matt. "It's some kind of magical minefield!" A tickling sensation brushed up his spine, rattling against his magical senses, and he sidestepped just in time to avoid a huge chunk of earth rise up in a very deadly looking spike. "Move!"