Vaughan smiled without quite smiling.
His flattery seemed especially ridiculous against the backdrop of the magical creature auction on the stage.
"In short, help me find or gather information about that Thunderbird. His name is Frank. At the same time, you must not disturb the Thunderbird's habitat. Can you do that?"
This was rather difficult.
After all, a Thunderbird was not a person. It would not settle permanently in one place like humans did, nor could they communicate without issue. Arizona was so vast—who knew where a family of Thunderbirds might have gone?
But after considering it, John still accepted the commission—
If refusing angered this big shot, all he had to do was poke a "sphere" into the air with his wand, and a group of burly men would come pouring out.
How could John possibly resist?
Of course, John gave a warning in advance as well. "You know how difficult it is to find a group of magical creatures. And you're asking us not to disturb the Thunderbirds' lives, which means we may have to pay an enormous price to hire a Seer—and there may not even be results, so..."
Vaughan did not mind. "Expenses are not a problem."
John suddenly felt very envious. Quietly, he gave the name Vaughan Weasley a new label in his heart:
Rich. Filthy rich!
Suppressing his envy, John continued, "What about the second matter?"
"The second matter may be much easier for you. I'm looking for an elderly couple. The husband is Jacob Kowalski, ninety-two years old. His wife is Queenie Kowalski, née Queenie Goldstein, eighty-nine years old."
"They originally lived in Queens, New York, but after the Woolworth Building incident last year, they vanished. No one knows where they went. All we can tell is that they are still alive."
Hearing