When it came to research, Vaughan remained rigorous in his approach. He merely said, "To be precise, this possibility is more likely."
Akingbade was not comforted by Vaughan's caution.
The muscles in his clenched jaw twitched several times. A powerful pressure suddenly spread from his body, making his loose robes billow.
The air became heavy and viscous.
The effect even reached farther afield. Wind suddenly swept across the previously calm harbor.
At the heart of the "storm," Vaughan, who bore the greatest pressure, remained calm. He even had the leisure to distinguish several discordant areas in the port amid Akingbade's turbulent magical fluctuations.
For instance, a cannery in the distance!
Wind howled throughout the harbor.
In the northeastern corner of the harbor, several middle-aged men in suits stood inside a shuttered cannery, gazing through the windows toward the docks.
"That's Babajide Akingbade. The old man's magic is truly impressive, but why did he suddenly make such a huge commotion?"
Hearing his companion's question, one man closed his eyes and sensed the air. "The emotions in the wind are extremely violent... He's furious, and also..."
He frowned slightly. "Afraid?"
Someone said in astonishment, "Could your senses be wrong?"
"Perhaps..." The man opened his eyes again, confusion in his gaze. "What I want to know more is, what exactly did Vaughan Weasley say to make Akingbade lose control like this?"
A faint magical gleam flickered in all their eyes.
Under the effects of the Super-Sensory Charm, they could observe their target from a great distance.
Of course, Akingbade was not their target!
"Vaughan Weasley..."
A Black man muttered the name. Outside, the fierce wind battered the windows, the trembling glass producing hurried, grating noises that mirrored the restlessness in their hearts.
"Damn it, why is that kid always moving with the