He seems to have little fondness for the Ministry of Magic.
"Yes, child, you may not understand the significance of Hourglass Sand now, but trust us, it will bring you danger." Tina also nodded in agreement.
Neither of them had any understanding of Ian's powers.
"Newt! We need... I need this..." Queenie picked up the Black Sand from the ground and stood up, watching Newt Scamander about to return the Hourglass Sand to Ian.
She suddenly became anxious.
"I have money, child, I can give you all my money, I need it..." Queenie's expression was extremely tense, and she was pulling out a key from herself as she spoke.
An elderly person, possibly in his eighties, looked at Ian with a pleading gaze.
"Uh."
Ian glanced at the Gringotts key in Queenie's hand but did not take it. He reached into his money bag again, and soon two handfuls of Black Sand were grabbed by him.
"I have it, I have it, everyone who knows me knows that I'm a person who has 'helpful' written all over." Ian roughly guessed what the other party wanted to use the Hourglass Sand for.
As he spoke.
Under the gaze of three baffled faces, he stuffed the two handfuls of Black Sand respectively into Queenie and Tina's hands, fully showcasing what it means to distribute without favoritism.
"!!!!!"
"?????"
"!?!?!"
The expressions of the three were all different.
But generally, it was a feeling of their brains being a bit short on processing power.
What kind of situation is this behavior of wholesaling Hourglass Sand?
"How much did you dig?"
Newt Scamander spoke in a very difficult tone.
"Enough?"
Ian couldn't estimate how many tons he had dug, so he chose a rather classic way to respond, instantly returning the atmosphere in the air to a quiet silence.
Seeing the expressions of the three elders were somewhat subtle.
"Honestly, Queenie... miss, I don't think trying to go back to the past is a responsible act, and it could possibly cost you dearly."
Ian took the initiative to seriously remind Queenie to break the deadlock.
"I've been a wizard for over eighty years, of course, I know that. I just want to occasionally go and see... just look." Queenie's anxious expression reappeared on her face.
The whole person presented a feeling of being quite troubled inside.
"Arguing with your husband before he passed away is not a big deal, he certainly wouldn't blame you for it." Ian's tone was gentle and his voice was soothing.
"You can even guess such a thing?"
Tina, after coming to her senses, first looked at the Black Sand in her hand, then at Ian's words, immediately raised her head in disbelief to look at the Little Wizard.
"He's a natural Legilimens... like me... no... more domineering than my ability." Queenie gazed deeply at the Little Wizard in front of her.
Her words suddenly stunned Newt Scamander and Tina.
"Sorry..."
Ian scratched his head.
His [Thought Perception] Extraordinary Traits were inherently extraordinary, and now having practiced many spirit-based magic, its passive effects naturally presented as somewhat overpowered.
Newt Scamander and Tina's Occlumency skills weren't very good.
And Queenie's mind nowadays was full of flaws, Ian actually didn't want to look, but the information was presented in front of him, thus he was compelled to read the emotions Queenie revealed.
"I understand."
Queenie who passively used Legilimency all her life naturally empathized with Ian's situation. She gratefully held the Black Sand Ian gave and assured Ian.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything foolish."
It can only be said.
Many people perhaps most love saying this kind of statement before doing foolish things.
"Actually, I know a Spirit Communication Technique." Ian blinked, looking at the key in Queenie's hand, he bet there must be a lot of Golden Galleons inside.
"Huh?"
Queenie was a bit bewildered.
Not just her.
Newt Scamander and Tina also looked confused.
An unheard-of magic.
Leaving the three feeling a bit puzzled.
"Dark Arts?"
Tina asked somewhat suspiciously.
"Of course not! I'm a bona fide White Wizard! Headmaster Dumbledore can vouch for me!"
Ian quickly refuted.
"Then what kind of magic is it? I've never heard of it."
Tina was still somewhat puzzled.
"Don't ask me, I don't quite understand these messy magics..." Newt Scamander shrugged, he always only studied some practical magic useful to him.
"How about I ask Headmaster Dumbledore, and let him speak with you later?" Ian wasn't sure if he should showcase his uniqueness in front of strangers.
The reason he was moved to compassion wasn't just because of Golden Galleons, but also because of Queenie's always revealing, highly infectious emotions, which made him feel some sympathy for the elderly lady before him.
"Okay."
Queenie quickly responded.
Her eyes flickered somewhat.
"Let's talk about your [Ian's Trunk]. I feel I can only help you here, I can directly help you make a trunk as you want."
"After all, the return gift you give... holding it makes me feel a bit hot-handed." Newt Scamander timely changed the subject, talking about animal-keeping trunks made his cloudy eyes shine again.
"Uh-huh!"
Ian was immediately happy to see he wouldn't have to make it himself.
Newt Scamander also chuckled, "First, we need to know the habits of your favorite Fantastic Beasts, this is important for configuring the trunk environment."
"The key to mixed breeding of Fantastic Beasts lies in providing each friend you find with a habitat most suitable for them, while also as much as possible preventing territorial conflicts."
Newt Scamander eloquently began enquiring.
However.
His question.
Ian's smile instantly stiffened significantly.
"Uh... this... this..."
The Little Wizard didn't really know how to answer this question. Just now, Tina had suspected he mastered Dark Arts, so now he certainly couldn't honestly disclose in front of all three of them, right?
The "little guys" he wanted to pack into the trunk were quite sensitive. Dementor, Bone Dragon, Skeleton, Black Phoenix... Well, counting it all up made Ian realize.
He indeed seemed somewhat like a Dark Wizard.