"Say, what's that?" asked Jacob, pointing at a collection of ancient buildings in the distance.
"I don't know, there's a pumpkin on my head," said Newt, his voice echoing. "Tina, do you know the counter-curse?"
"I don't know..." she said uncertainly. "Your real head might fall off if I get it wrong."
"Well, we don't want that!" said Jacob, making a hilarious comic-relief face.
"Could you give me some eye holes at least?" asked Newt.
Tina considered it. "I suppose I could use Diffindo, but that would also sever your face. Maybe if you hit me with a Weakening Hex, the Severing Charm would only be strong enough to cut through the pumpkin. Of course, you would have to jinx me without being able to see me."
"Or we could use this," said Jacob, holding up a knife. It turned out Jacob always carried a knife with him in case there was a baking emergency. This is canon now.
"Oh, right," said Tina, taking the knife. "You know, you can actually be very wise in your simple No-Maj ways."
"Thanks... I guess..." Jacob replied.
Now with eye holes in his pumpkin, Newt turned in the direction that Jacob had pointed. "Gee, golly, gosh, gloriosky, I think that's the lost city! You did it, Jacob!"