Ian Prince left the information broker's tent, feeling somewhat more at ease. With a lead on Newt Scamander, his chances of getting home had greatly increased.
Now, he needed to wait patiently for three days, but he could not waste this opportunity either—this completely unfamiliar wizarding market was practically a treasure vault waiting to be explored.
"There must be some Potion Ingredients and Alchemical Materials here that can't be bought in Great Britain. Besides, in this era, many Potion Ingredients and Alchemical Materials haven't gone extinct yet."
Ian was filled with anticipation.
He merged back into the bustling crowd.
This time, he was no longer in a hurry to find a specific target. Instead, he slowed his pace and, like a true traveler, observed this exotic magical world with keen interest.
The first thing that caught his attention was the way local wizards cast spells. Unlike European wizards, who relied heavily on wands, the wizards here had far more diverse methods of spellcasting.
Before a stall selling woven goods, an elderly witch was showing a customer a brilliantly colored shawl. Rather than using a wand, she moved her hands, which were adorned with several heavy copper bracelets, over the shawl while chanting something like a spell. As she moved, the patterns on the shawl seemed to come alive. The bird and beast designs glimmered faintly and even let out soft cries. This was a technique that wove magic directly into objects.
"They place more emphasis on alchemical items? Interesting."
Ian continued wandering.
At another stall, a burly wizard was hammering a piece of red-hot metal. Sweat streamed down his body, and every blow was accompanied by a forceful syllable, as if he were forging the spell directly into the metal. He was making a dagger, and intricate magical patterns had