"Alright, I'll leave the Little Thunderbird in your care, I can definitely sense your dedication..." Newt Scamander truly understands how to avoid marital disputes by going along with things.
"Nicolas' office is over there, right? I think we'll have to wait until our next meeting to discuss specific issues, it's almost curfew time now."
Newt Scamander glanced at the clock hanging in the hall.
He actually thought Ian was the kind of Little Wizard who would adhere to curfew.
"If you need to find Professor Nicolas Flamel, you'd better go quickly; he usually goes out around ten o'clock, he particularly likes to go to the Forbidden Forest to...uh, relieve himself."
Ian obviously understood Nicolas Flamel's biological habits quite well.
"Uh..."
Newt Scamander had no idea how to respond, he knew Nicolas Flamel's personality had always been quite eccentric, but this was the first time he'd learned about Nicolas Flamel's restroom habits.
Who would even bother observing that!
"Looking forward to our next meeting."
The Little Wizard waved his hand.
Seeing the Little Wizard start to climb the stairs, Newt Scamander and his wife, along with his sister-in-law, raised their hands to wave goodbye to Ian.
"Remember my proposal earlier, my Spirit Communication Technique is really quite powerful." Ian reminded the old lady Queenie before quickly climbing the stairs.
"How could I be anything but a kind-hearted White Wizard, always considering others?" Ian thought to himself and believed it too. His mind wasn't scrutinized by Queenie, a true natural-born Legilimens—after all, having practiced Soul Stealing and Soul Capturing and Exorcism, Ian's greatest strength was his mental defense.
He had indeed put in a lot of hard effort into this aspect, given all the formidable individuals he had encountered, each more formidable than the last. Ever since Morgan, he's had a bit of a 'Legilimency persecution complex.'
"This is truly a special little fellow." Newt Scamander, looking at the "Hourglass Sand" in his hand, couldn't help but express his admiration as he recalled his conversation with Ian.
"I do find it quite frightening... Your school seems a bit eerie, it always produces some terrifying Wizards." Queenie's thoughts came genuinely from the heart.
Among the three old Wizards present, only she had the most profound perception of Ian; a mental power that seemed to constantly probe the surroundings, even she found herself unnervingly unsettled, unable to resist.
It felt as though everyone's thoughts and emotions were at the mercy of being read by others—even Queenie never thought she would experience the kind of fear others had felt in front of her.
Besides that.
The magical power emanating from the Little Wizard who was still growing, was like an ocean with hidden currents, appearing calm on the surface but concealing terrifying forces within.
For many years.
Queenie had only sensed such massive magical power in Grindelwald and Dumbledore... and now, such power appeared in a young, fearsome Little Wizard.
How could Queenie not feel a sense of awe?
"Hogwarts really does seem like a house of monsters, more outrageous with each generation." Tina didn't share her sister's sensitivity, but it didn't stop her from understanding her sister's expression.
"After all, this is my alma mater, of course, it's impressive." Newt Scamander might be the only one with a carefree heart, leading his wife and sister-in-law towards Nicolas Flamel's office.
"Long time no see, my friends."
After the door opened.
Nicolas Flamel voluntarily hugged Newt Scamander and the two old ladies. Knowing his lively nature, it was likely he seized the chance to hug the old ladies along with Newt Scamander.
His wife wasn't around.
That's how bold he was.
"You seem to be adjusting to life as a professor better than I thought?" Newt Scamander entered the office, and along with the two old ladies, surveyed the décor.
His gaze stopped at Big Ben.
"Is this the Ancient Time Converter Albus spoke of?" Newt Scamander's knowledge in areas he wasn't interested in was not much different from that of most dropouts.
"I knew you wouldn't have come just to deliver materials for an Enlargement Charm." Nicolas Flamel stepped forward and directly covered Big Ben with a white cloth.
"This isn't a Time Converter, it's much more dangerous than that." Nicolas Flamel was clearly beginning the restoration work on Big Ben. A true master unparalleled in the field of alchemy, he had already made some progress deciphering the High Tower Magic Rune Ian had given him in a very short time.
"Mainly, I heard you mentioned Albus having that kind of Time Converter, I can't help but want to borrow it to observe and record some extinct Fantastic Beasts." Newt Scamander was a bit embarrassed as he scratched his head; his eighty-something-year-old appearance quite mismatched.
Some men truly retain a youthful spirit until the end.
"I want to... see my husband one last time, just once..." Queenie began wiping her tears with a handkerchief and stepped forward to express her desire.
"Ah~"
Nicolas Flamel sighed and looked at Tina, however, Tina didn't make any requests.