"Hey! Lackey! We're coming over." Newt waved and shouted at Lackey who was slowly waking up in front of him.
"Woo woo~" Lackey in the distance responded to Newt, and Newt ran forward a few steps and spoke a few words in the troll language to Lackey.
Agarth didn't understand Newt specialness, but he could see Newt pointing at him while speaking, and then the troll kept waving the stick in his hand and making several excited noises.
Newt then ran back to Agarth and smiled at him.
"Remember what I said, release your magic and go play with Lackey. Don't worry, I just communicated with Lackey, he said he will treat you well and won't be too gentle with you."
'Huh?' Before Agarth could react, he saw Newt running away. After a sudden tremor, Lackey, who was far away, walked up to him in a few steps and stretched out a huge index finger to "gently" tap Agarth's head.
Agarth couldn't resist and with a "bang", he kissed the ground with his butt.
It hurts. Not only his head hurts, his butt hurts too. Agarth could feel a lump on his head after the finger went down, not to mention his butt hitting the ground hard.
"What are you doing!" Agarth touched his head with one hand and rubbed his butt with the other, yelling at Lackey.
"Ah?" Lackey was stunned. He could understand what the little guy said.
"Newt, play, with you." Lackey responded cryptically.
"You mean, Newt, let me play with you?" Agarth understood and translated it again.
"Yeah!" Lackey nodded.
"Did he tell me how to play? Why does he want me to play with you? You are so big and I am so small." As he said that, Agarth used his hands to simulate the hugeness of Lackey and used his little finger to pinch out his own size for comparison.
"Like this!" Lackey stretched out his hand again, made a orchid finger shape, and flicked it towards Agarth's belly.
"@#$%! @#$%!" Agarth, flying in the air, cursed out a classic colorful curse.
What the hell is this called playing? This is one-sided masochism, okay? It's just playing with a chicken.
"Okay, fun." Lackey reached out to catch Agarth who was about to fall to the ground and smiled at Agarth.
"Play." As soon as he finished speaking, Lackey threw Agarth up, caught it, and threw it again, over and over again.
"Asshole." Agarth was shaken uncomfortably and felt pain all over his body. After all, the troll's skin was very hard, and when his body touched it, it was like an egg hitting a stone.
"Play, again." Lackey saw that the little thing in his hand suddenly stopped moving, so he brought Agarth closer to his eyes and rubbed it with a finger.
"Dead?" Agarth was tossed over and over, but there was no movement. Lackey thought he had killed him and started to get anxious. After all, he had promised Newt not to kill Agarth.
Just when Lackey was extremely anxious and just put Agarth on the ground, he saw several red lights suddenly flashing from inside Agarth's body, and these red lights rushed towards Lackey's legs with a sharp edge.
With a "swish" sound, several tiny cuts appeared on the skin of Lackey's legs, and some green blood flowed out of the wounds.
"Ah, hurts." Lackey cried out, and sat down on the ground with a thud. He looked stupidly at his calf that was bleeding, and looked at Agarth angrily.
Newt told him it was just fun, but now that he was bleeding, it wasn't fun anymore.
"Who told you to be so rough with me?" Agarth stepped back before yelling at Lackey.
"Newt, play! No!" Lackey explained.
"This is the price of playing with me." Agarth didn't want to listen anymore, so he took out his wand from his ring and pointed it at Lackey.
But the wand didn't stay in his hand for long before it suddenly flew out.
"Expelliarmus!"
Newt, who was hanging on a tall bush, caught the flying wand with his left hand and said to Agarth, "Release your magic power like you did just now, but don't use the wand."
"You need to carefully experience the feeling of the magic passing through every part of your body. This feeling is the feeling of your body growing."
"Lackey, that's it, keep playing."
Hearing Newt's words, Lackey nodded, grabbed Agarth, and threw him again, but in the process of catching him, he kept hitting Agarth's butt with his other hand.
"Too much!" Agarth covered his butt with his hands and was tossed around helplessly, but there was nothing he could do. He could only use all his strength to release his magic as Newt said.
However, Lackey had learned from the lesson just now that as soon as he saw Agarth about to release the red light, he would throw Agarth to the ground, and the rolling dust on the ground would instantly bury Agarth.
The magic released by Agarth would only lift up the dust that had just buried him, and then he would be caught by Lackey again, thrown, caught, and thrown.
To be caught, thrown, caught, and thrown.
After repeating this several times, Agarth felt that he could no longer generate any magic power in his body and could only lie in Lackey's palm like a salted fish.
However, the strange thing is that after all the magic power was released this time, the body did not feel torn apart. Instead, the blood in the body seemed to be flowing rapidly, and there was no longer the feeling of wanting to release magic power due to the blockage in the past.
"Okay, Lackey, that's all for now. I'll play with you again tomorrow." Newt fell back to the ground and stretched out his hand to Lackey.
Lackey glanced reluctantly at Agarth in his palm and whimpered at Newt.
"Tomorrow, continue playing?"
"Yes, we'll continue tomorrow. I'm not lying to you." Newt responded.
Lackey then nodded and placed the now limp Agarth in Newt's arms.
Newt then realized that Agarth's face was bruised and his clothes were torn. The skin exposed by the torn parts was blue-black.
Newt said in a panic, "Agarth, I'm helping you. If Tina sees this, you have to explain it to her."
Agarth wanted to open his eyes and roll his eyes at Newt, but his eyes were so swollen that he could only roll his eyeballs to indicate that he was still alive.
But Newt thought Agarth had promised to explain himself, so he carried Agarth and prepared to walk out of the box.
"Don't think I'm torturing you. Only in this way can your body be beaten up and keep up with the growth rate of magic power. Otherwise, no matter how powerful the magic power is, it will only be blocked in the body and cannot burst out, becoming a dud."
Although Agarth thought Newt's method was crude, he had to admit that it was effective.
At least, it's more useful than what Grindelwald said, that if you feel itchy hands, just wave the magic wand.