towering cliff was behind them, a sheer drop, black and faceless. A few large chunks of rock, like where they were standing,
had broken away from the cliff. A bleak harsh view unrelieved by any tree or sweep of grass or sand.
No muggle could reach this rock unless they
were uncoommonly good mountaineers and boats cannot approach the cliffs, the waters are too dangerous. A series of small niches
made footholds down the cliff to submerged boulders slippery with seawater. They swam into a fissure in the rock face, through
several turns. The walls glimmered