Tina still remembered Vaughn.
In her mind, he was astonishingly gifted, but deeply calculating. Honestly, she found it hard to truly think of him as a child.
Had she been younger, she probably would have advised Newt to stay away from someone like him.
Just as she had never particularly liked Dumbledore over the years.
Newt was too innocent to hold his own against such shrewd operators.
But-perhaps growing old softened people, made them take certain things less seriously!
She sighed inwardly, thought for a moment, and suggested, "Why don't you visit Hogwarts and see Vaughan Weasley? Trait theory is his field of research. I read in the paper that he's developing a form of Trait-Stripping Magic with every trait condition preset. Perhaps he could help you find a direction."
That made sense!
Newt was about to agree when, for some reason, his nose began itching again.
"Ah-choo!"
His enormous sneeze sent several Bowtruckles playing on his desk into peals of shrill laughter. A Fwooper was drawn over too, silently watching the lively scene. Fwoopers liked collecting sounds, but never made a call themselves. Only on the day death came would they sing out all the sounds they had gathered throughout their lives, retracing them from life's end to its beginning-the very first sound they had heard upon hatching.
In a sense, everything contained in those collected sounds became part of a Fwooper's death.
That was why so many legends considered them ill omens.
Newt had never believed such things before, but today, the sight of the silent Fwooper made him shudder violently.
How strange!
Naturally, Vaughn knew nothing of what had happened in Dorset. After working out his subsequent research plans, he continued recording key words from his conversation with Li Nanyu that day.
Besides the Creator, they had