Newt looked at the books strewn across the floor, then at Douglas's face, which practically said, I've got you now, and felt as though an enormous Nundu had set its sights on him.
"You want me to... go back to school?"
Newt pointed at Basic Biochemistry, his voice trembling.
"I'm nearly a hundred, Douglas! You want me to memorize these... these bizarre words like mitochondria and ribosomes?"
"Besides, I don't know the first thing about Muggle science! Sometimes I even get light switches wrong!"
"It's never too late to learn, Newt."
Douglas encouraged him earnestly.
"Besides, this isn't just for Nagini."
Douglas offered his final bait.
"Think about it, Newt."
"If this theory holds true. If you can master this microscopic taxonomy."
"You won't just be the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."
Douglas's voice was full of temptation.
"You will redefine magizoology. You won't just know where they are, but what they are, and even... how they came to be."
"Those magical diseases that used to be incurable, those problems of bloodline deterioration that have plagued the wizarding world for a thousand years-perhaps the answers to all of them can be found in these books."
"You'll usher in a new era, Newt."
Newt fell silent.
He looked at Genetic Engineering, then at Nagini, who had quieted down in her cage.
His reason was screaming: This is madness. This is leading the wizarding world into a ditch. This is grueling overtime!
But his soul, the soul of a scholar hungry for the unknown, was trembling, cheering.
Analyze Nifflers from a microscopic perspective?
See whether an Occamy's DNA was silver too?
Find out why Kneazles could sense malice?
This was simply... too tempting.
"But..."
Newt was still putting up a final struggle.
"There are too many books... and