You have the luxury of blindly throwing a dart at a map and traveling to the place the dart lands . One day the dart keeps landing in one specific country , no matter how many times you throw it .

Grint closed his eyes and threw the dart at the wall again. 
 
 His form SUCKED. Never practiced. Maybe he was scared of losing the secret. Maybe he just liked the thrill of being uncontrollable. 
 
 And even though he tried, he had never been able to hit the same spot twice before. 
 
 But now.. 
 
 He had never seen anything like this! Again, and again. Who would believe it? Without even trying! Well, not many people had been to his house in years. The ones who did, did n't usually stay long. 
 
 Grint flicked his eyes toward the map. Was wondering if he should step through it. This was weird. But he was prepared. 
 
 Deciding to, he grabbed his backpack. He put on a heavy coat. He closed his eyes, lowered his shoulder, and charged through the map. 
 
 Instantly, his cheeks burned with cold. Outdoors. There was no one here. This was n't a building.. 
 
 Opening his eyes, Grint was in the middle of a snowstorm. Everything was white, far as the eye could see. Cracking sounds came from beneath his feet. 
 
 What supplies did he bring again? Food, water, clothes.. map? 
 
 Dropping to his knees, Grint ripped open his backpack and opened the manilla folder, squinting to read out the contents. Nope. It was n't there. He had left it at home. 
 
 Grint had visited almost all countries. He'd been greeted sometimes by hostility, sometimes by suspicion. But the capital building usually has maps around. And all land has a capital. He should have done some research on Antarctica beforehand. Yeah, he'd screwed up. 
 
 And now he's facing death by cold.
