The orange portion even had the texture of liquid flowing within it, as though the horn were still alive, ready to inject explosive fluid into whatever it pierced!
As for the hide, it was the opposite of the crystallized Erumpent horn. Compared with fresh Erumpent hide, its color and sheen had become increasingly dull, while its texture had grown softer.
Erumpent hide was an exceptionally rare and powerful material.
Its resistance to magic even surpassed dragon hide!
As for whether being worshipped for a thousand years by some African tribe had caused it to develop other properties, that was impossible to tell with the naked eye and would require further experimentation.
For now, these two items were already precious enough based on appearance alone.
Studying the horn and hide in his hands, Vaughn shook his head. "Newt didn't need to do this. They've helped me a great deal. This time, it was my turn to help them. It's simply returning the favor."
"Newt and Tina are honest children. They feel that your help has gone far beyond the ordinary. Only if you accept them will they be at ease."
"...All right!"
Vaughn stopped refusing and put them away.
Neither of them was the sentimental type, so the small incident passed quickly. Having completed what Newt had asked of him, Dumbledore braced both hands against the railing of the covered bridge. Facing the wind rushing toward him, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You should know that this trip to North America may be dangerous... No, it will definitely be dangerous. Have you still decided not to let me accompany you?"
Vaughn glanced at his hands.
Those aged hands wore four rings, two on each side: simple silver bands in Celtic knot and Celtic cross styles. The former represented the connection of