            "Oh, right." Harry dug into his trousers’ pocket, then showed them the object resting in his palm. It was a golden, metal disk with a seam through the center. When Harry touched the edge, the lid popped open, revealing the dial of a Muggle compass. "It’s charmed to point only towards your destination," Harry explained, before snapping it shut and handing it to Sirius. "Since you’re flying quite a distance, I figured you could use all the help you could get. Wouldn’t want you three to end up flying to Spain by accident."