After Rolf begged his grandfather to cast a "cleansing" spell on him, he saw his grandfather walking towards Tina who was busy in the kitchen, bent over and picked up Wenchet who was lying on the sofa in the living room, and ran to the room on the second floor where Agarth lived.
Rolf secretly opened the door and was about to quietly approach the bed to take a peek, when he suddenly saw a white light coming towards his abdomen. When he stepped back to dodge, he lost his balance and fell to the ground with his buttocks.
"Sneaky little wizard!" A sharp voice rang in Rolf's ears.
Kaka put his hands on his hips angrily and looked at Rolf who was sitting on the floor.
"No!" Rolf rubbed his sore butt and explained aggrievedly.
"My name is Rolf, and I'm Newt Scamander's grandson. I'm just, just curious about what the powerful kid my grandfather talked about looks like."
Rolf had never seen his grandfather praise any other young wizard, and Agarth was the only one.
Kaka let down his guard when he heard Rolf's answer, and raised his head proudly when he heard him praise his little master as a powerful wizard.
"Of course the young master is the most powerful wizard!"
'My Amy also thinks I'm the greatest wizard!' Rolf scoffed at what the house-elf said.
Every house-elf feels that it is great to have a master. After all, the concept of serving wizards has been deeply engraved in their blood.
Rolf stood up, walked around Kaka in front of him, went to the bed, and looked at Agarth who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
The bed in Newt's house is covered with pink and white lace sheets, and the bed next to it is dark brown.
Agarth was sleeping soundly, but his physical growth had been severely suppressed in the past few years. Just a simple release of magic power made his body grow rapidly.
The red hair, which had originally only appeared a little bit, has now grown to the level of the eyebrows, with the eyebrows pointing downwards. The shoulder-length hair that was turned black by Grindelwald before going out has already gone past the shoulders. The junction of the red and black hair colors does not appear abrupt, but instead slowly transitions to black.
Agarth's mouth kept making sounds in his sleep, and a few words in another language came out from time to time, and his fair and tender face was smiling as if he had eaten something delicious.
Agarth's long hair draped over the pink and white bed made her already fair complexion even fairer and cuter.
This was the first time Rolf met Agarth.
Rolf had never seen such a beautiful child before he was eight years old. He only thought that the magical animals his grandfather raised at home were very cute, but at this moment he felt that the child in front of him was as white as a unicorn and was glowing.
"So beautiful," Rolf muttered, his eyes fixed on Agarth without blinking.
"Mr. Scamander, please get out! The little master is still sleeping. Mr. Scamander said that the little master is growing while sleeping. You must not wake him up!"
Seeing Rolf standing there motionless, still saying something, Kaka was afraid that he would wake up the little master, so he hurriedly pushed Rolf towards the door of the room.
"I promise! I'm just taking a look! I won't talk!"
Rolf stayed by the bed, holding onto one of the bedposts, and refused to leave.
Kaka was angry and anxious, and the noise of pushing Rolf became louder and louder, but Rolf seemed to be one with the pillar, and no matter how Kaka tickled him or pushed him, he just wouldn't move.
But Rolf finally met a beautiful, cute, fair-skinned little wizard who looked like a unicorn and could glow. He refused to leave. He wanted this little wizard to see himself when he opened his eyes.
"No! Kaka is going to be angry! But Kaka can't do anything to little Mr. Scamander!" Kaka's sharp voice pierced into Agarth's sleep.
Agarth seemed to vaguely hear Kaka and a childish male voice arguing. At first he thought he had misheard, but as the quarrel became louder and louder, Agarth had no choice but to turn over, rub his eyes, and lift up the "thick blanket" that protected him tightly.
"Kaka?" Agarth, who had fully awakened, looked at Kaka, who was standing with his hands on his hips with shining fingertips, and then looked at the little boy who was hugging the bedpost and was threatened by Kaka.
"Are you playing games?" Agarth yawned.
"Little master! You're awake!" Kaka looked back at Agarth, who looked very sleepy, and shouted angrily at Rolf, "You woke up the little master!"
"No, it's obviously because your voice was too loud." Rolf defended himself in a low voice.
'I clearly told myself that I would not make any sound and would just watch from the side. It was all the fault of the elf in front of me, which not only did not let me watch but also chased me away.'
Rolf slowly turned his eyes to the little person sitting on the bed. 'She looked so small! But so pretty!'
"My name is Agarth. What about you? Who are you?" Agarth tilted his head and looked at the boy in front of him who was smiling foolishly.
This child must be a fool. He can be so happy while hugging a bedpost.
"Rolf Scamander."
"Lolofu?" Agarth thought he had heard it wrong. Who would name a child Lolofu?
"No! No, it's Rolf." Rolf let go of the bedpost and shook his hand to explain.
"Oh! I know, you are the little Rolf that Grandma Tina mentioned!" Agarth patted his sleepy head, who else could this be!
'I was a guest at Newt's house, and the only child there could be no one else but Rolf, the one he mentioned. I slept too long and became stupid.'
"Yes, it's Rolf, not little Rolf." Rolf hated his nickname very much. "I'm so old now, why does my grandma still call me by this name in front of outsiders?"
"What's the big deal? It's a nickname!" Agarth waved his hand nonchalantly, took the baseball cap out of the ring and put it on his head.
'I have long hair now, and if nothing unexpected happens, the new hair will probably be red too. I'd better cover it up before returning to Austria.'
Otherwise, one could guess it right away just by looking at the face that is now growing bigger and bigger, the blue eyes, the red hair, and Newt's attentiveness.
"Yes, little Rolf, this is grandma's nickname for you." Tina walked into the room with a faint smile.
"It seems that you and Rolf already know each other, even without my introduction!"
"Grandma!" Rolf scratched his curly hair sheepishly.
Agarth jumped off the bed and threw himself into Tina's arms: "Grandma Tina, Agarth is starving."
"Come on, Agarth, I'll show you some British food, Newt and Rolf's favorite."