"Newt, what did you do!" Tina put down the book in her hand and looked up to see Newt coming out of the box holding Agarth, who was dirty and had blue-black skin on his bare arms.
He hurriedly took a few steps forward, reached out and gently touched Agarth, whose face was already bruised and swollen, and glared at Newt with his big eyes filled with anger.
"Well, Tina, heal Agarth first." Newt put Agarth on a chair beside him, reached into the box, took out a huge medicine box, and took out several bottles of Dittany and several jars of medicine from the box and handed them to Tina.
"Have you forgotten that he is only eight years old and not even as tall as little Rolf?" Tina complained while applying medicine to Agarth.
Although Agarth's wounds healed quickly due to the effects of the potion, the horrific scars looked even more terrifying.
"Look, Tina, do you think Agarth's hair seems to have grown a little longer?" Newt squinted his eyes and observed that Agarth's originally shoulder-length black hair had now grown to an inch below his shoulders.
It was much longer than when I first saw Agarth, but the color of the hair that was emerging from the roots was somehow glowing red.
Newt suddenly remembered the flashes of red light when Agarth released his magic just now, and thought that it was Agarth's magic that caused the hair to change color. He observed Agarth carefully again to see if there would be any other changes.
"It does seem to have grown a little, but that's not a reason for you to hurt him like this!" Tina dealt with Agarth, turned around and gave Newt a loving pinch. Newt cried out in pain.
"I'm helping this kid, why don't you ask him!"
Newt retorted in a low voice, but did not avoid Tina's "love pinch". He just used his eyes to hint to Agarth who had woken up to explain himself.
At this time, the pain in his body gradually subsided. Instead, Agarth felt extremely comfortable. He pretended to frown, and with his bruised face, he pretended to look at Tina who was not far away from him with blurry eyes, and said vaguely,
"Grandma Tina, don't be angry. Grandpa Newt just asked Lackey to play with me. It doesn't matter to me. It's all for my own good."
"Lackey?" Tina's tone suddenly rose.
"Is it the troll you rescued from Edinburgh?" Tina didn't finish her words and reached out to pinch Newt's waist again.
"The teeth of that troll are bigger than Agarth's. You let them play together? What are they playing? Are they playing with you like I am?"
"No, no! It's just an ordinary little game, like chasing me or something." The more Newt spoke, the more he thought of Agarth being thrown and caught in Lackey's hands, and his tone became lower and lower, until only a few humming and mumbling remained.
"Agarth, hurry up and drink this bottle of stabilizing potion now." Newt cleverly changed the subject and handed Agarth the magic stabilizing potion given by his family.
"Great!" After drinking a bottle of grape-flavored potion in one breath, the blood in the body flowed smoothly to the heart, "Boom!" The powerful sound seemed to tell Agarth that the previous practice of suppressing magic power was wrong. Only at this moment did Agarth truly gain control over his own body.
"Meow~" Wenchet, who smelled the scent of grapes, rushed from the living room into Agarth's arms, and kept calling out to Agarth's mouth, occasionally using his little paws to pick at the medicine bottle in Agarth's hand.
"Okay, okay, Wenchet, I've finished all of this. I'll ask Kaka to make you other more delicious drinks later." Agarth stroked Wenchet's hair and responded to the little fat cat who kept saying "Smells good! Smells good!" to him.
Wenchet stopped what he was doing after hearing what Agarth said, yawned, and climbed onto Agarth's shoulder. He curled up on Agarth's neck, rested his head on Agarth's right shoulder, and fell asleep.
"This bottle of magic stabilizer your family gave me is very effective, but I don't know what's in it. It smells greasy." Newt smelled the sweet smell in the air, frowned and waved his hand, trying to get rid of the smell.
Agarth blinked his eyes. Although he didn't know what Newt meant by "greasy", this smell was specially developed by Grindelwald because he knew he liked the taste of grapes. It smelled so good. Newt really didn't know what appreciation was.
"Agarth, do you feel unwell now?" Tina looked at Agarth's face and asked with relief.
"I feel so comfortable now, I've never been more comfortable than now!" Agarth seemed extremely excited when talking about this.
After all, a good person who travels through time and space has to hold back his poop for several years, which is not only very uncomfortable, but also tests one's mentality.
'But now it feels like every pore of my body is releasing air, and the flow of magic power in my body is very smooth. It's not like before when it was blocked and wanted to come out, but it can't all come out at once, and I have to hold it back and let it out bit by bit. Really, this kind of description makes anyone feel like they are holding in shit, right?'
"Then let's continue after lunch. Maybe you can grow to the height of an eight-year-old before you go to school at the age of 11." Newt chuckled, holding his chin with his hand and glancing around Agarth's short stature.
"Don't worry, I will definitely grow taller than you in the future!" Agarth glared back at Newt angrily.
The book clearly said that Newt Scamander was gentle and shy, and would be very socially anxious when meeting strangers.
However, who would have thought that the real Newt was indeed a gentle old man when they first met, but the more they got along with him, the more they felt that Newt was very childish at heart and looked very naive.
"Okay, Newt, don't be angry with Agarth." Tina looked at Newt who was fighting with the child in front of her, and coaxed Agarth a few more words.
"Agarth, look, your hair has grown longer. It looks like Newt's method is really working."
When Agarth heard Tina say this, he quickly took out a mirror to look at himself. Under the orange light in the room, he could vaguely see that the newly grown hair was red.
'Red! Hide!'
Agarth hurriedly pulled out a huge baseball cap from the ring and put it on his head, swaying his body in a rock and roll style, singing a few words of an English song that was completely out of tune.
After singing, he looked at Newt and Tina with anticipation "am I handsome? Does it give you a warm feeling?"