Newt Scamander: Dumbledore, why can't you go?
Albus Dumbledore: I cannot move against Grindelwald. It has to be you. Well, I can't blame you... In your shoes, I'd probably refuse too. (takes the card away from him)
Newt Scamander: What?
Albus Dumbledore: It's late. Good evening, Newt.
Newt Scamander: Wait, no... (Dumbledore disapparates) Oh, come on.
(Dumbledore's hand with the card appears and puts it in Newt's pocket)
Newt Scamander: Dumbledore...