As Dumbledore had said, as long as he remained alive, there would be no shortage of "spies" like that.
But that was also the problem. Dumbledore was already over a hundred and had only a few years left to live-
Vaughn gazed absently at the teacup in his hands, lost in thought.
Beside him, Dumbledore was somewhat at a loss for words. Of course, the shameless old man would never admit to Vaughn's "accusations." He sighed and protested, "My dear, I understand your displeasure, but I'm only worried about you. This world isn't ready to accept some of your ideas yet-"
"What ideas?"
"You want to upset the balance of the wizarding world!"
Dumbledore had put his glasses back on. His blue eyes almost seemed to glow, and his expression was grave. "I know why you sought out those poor Muggles. In fact, ever since the research on magic protein was published, wizarding societies around the globe have fallen into a strange, unspoken accord."
"All wizards have been celebrating the discovery of magic protein. They hungrily study your methods and explore your reasoning. Almost every commentary published in the papers calls magic protein the greatest discovery of the past century, and says that you, as its researcher, deserve every honor."
"But, my boy, look at the newspapers and magazines. If magic protein is hailed as 'great,' why has not a single wizard offered an opinion on its applications or its future? As though it were merely a tool for validating a theory, with no practical significance-when it is clearly the mechanism that produces magic, a possible path to the truth of magic itself. Yet it has been treated with such disregard. Is that normal?"
"Of course it isn't!"
Dumbledore's voice grew even more solemn as he stared at Vaughn. "Magic