"Your sorcerers sound like the witches and wizards of my own home," Newt admits. "Only we still have to study from books and classes in order to be able to best utilize our powers to their greatest capabilities."

In a way, it's a comfort to know that he can speak of magic to someone else here. Magic, even that he doesn't know, is something in which Newt can find relief, temporary though it might ultimately prove in the end.

"You mean they're descended from dragons?" And at that, Newt's eyes widen. He can't hide his obvious fascination, especially with the possibility of dragons, and how their existence might effect magic in the world.

"Yes," he says, considering. "I understand." He takes a moment to contemplate the differences between their worlds, fascinated.

"I admit, it's...very interesting to hear about different sorts of magic," he says.