Agarth smiled and shook his head.
"That's it!" Rolf looked at Agarth in surprise.
Agarth nodded, "Keep it a secret."
"By the way, little Rolf, where do you keep the bottles of medicine I drank from?" Agarth stretched out his hand to Rolf, "Give them all to me."
"They're all in Grandpa's tool room, but you can't reuse medicine bottles, right?"
"It's okay, just wash it and it'll be usable. It's not used to hold medicine anyway." Agarth shrugged.
The two of them returned to the tool room and found a whole box of empty medicine bottles before going to Lackey together.
But Lackey started to hide from Agarth from a distance, covering his ears and pretending not to hear Agarth calling him.
"Lackey, if you don't pay attention to me, I will hit you." Agarth shouted until he saw that Lackey was unwilling to turn around and pay attention to him, so he squinted his eyes and said.
"No," Lackey said simply.
"I'm not here to play with you, I want to borrow something from you." Agarth took out a dagger and slowly walked towards the sitting troll.
"I?"
"Yes." Agarth had already come to Lackey's feet.
"Lackey, I need your blood, just a little bit. In return, I will give you some."
"It hurts, don't." Lackey reached out and pinched Agarth's collar.
But Agarth followed Lackey's outstretched hand, jumped onto Lackey's shoulder, scratched his finger a little, squeezed out a little blood and put it into Lackey's nose.
"Smell it first, then tell me whether you want to change it or not?"
During the month they played together, Lackey never cut Agarth's body, but this time Agarth cut himself, and the blood that flowed out tasted extremely sweet.
Lackey didn't even think about it for a few seconds before agreeing.
"Change!"
"So, it's his blood you're borrowing from Lackey?"
Rolf watched Agarth bleeding. "Grandpa would be furious if he knew."
"But Lackey agreed."
"But, but, what do you want the troll's blood for? There's nothing on the troll that can be used as a potion ingredient."
Rolf stretched out his hand, but still failed to stop Agarth.
However, he reached out and patted Lackey's thigh and said, "Lackey, I will bring you some delicious food later, don't be angry."
Lackey nodded and licked his lips. He was not angry. The blood of this little thing was delicious, but it was too little.
"Okay, that's all."
That's all? You've got a whole suitcase full of potion bottles, and that's a lot.
Rolf complained in his heart, but he helped Agarth clean up quickly.
"What use do you have for these?"
"Let's do an experiment. If my guess is correct, you can have as many wooden rings on your hand as you want." Agarth restrained his smile. This way, he would bleed less.
"Is it dangerous, Agarth?" Rolf asked worriedly, looking at the wooden ring on his hand that he couldn't take off.
"It's not dangerous, it's very simple, don't worry. But, Rolf, if any small animals bleed in the future, you can secretly collect it for me."
"Okay, but I can't let grandpa know, he will be angry." Rolf agreed. If he was asked to hurt the animals directly, he definitely couldn't do it, but if the animals bleed themselves, Rolf can still help Agarth collect it.
Agarth smiled and patted Rolf on the head.
"Don't touch my head! It's your fault if I don't grow taller." Rolf slapped Agarth's hand hard.
Ever since this guy grew taller, he especially liked to pat his head. Rolf don't know where this evil taste came from.
At this time, Kaka suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.
Rolf only heard Kaka say to Agarth, "Young master, Miss Rosier is here."
"What? Didn't Dad say she would arrive tomorrow?" Agarth didn't expect Vinda Rosier to arrive so soon.
"Young Master, hurry up! Mr. Scamander and Miss Rosier are about to fight!"
"Let's go!" Agarth couldn't even imagine the two of them together.
Grindelwald's group, especially Vinda, really hates Newt because he once captured Grindelwald.
Not to mention that Vinda once killed a unicorn in front of Newt.
'Why did Dad let Aunt Vinda pick him up? Wouldn't it have been better if the tall guy from last time had come to pick him up? Damn it.'
"What are you doing here?" Outside the manor, Newt and Tina raised their wands to Vinda Rosier, who was wearing a dark green wizard robe and a veiled hat and had just gotten off a flying carriage.
"Mr. Scamander, Mrs. Scamander, good morning."
Vinda didn't care about the wand pointed at her, but greeted Newt with a smile.
"Please don't mind. I just wanted to pick up Agarth and thank you for taking care of him recently."
"Agarth?" Newt's pupils shrank. "Is his family the Rosier family from Germany?"
Vinda smiled and didn't answer Newt's question.
Agarth rushed over and looked at the tense atmosphere in front of him, then looked at Newt with a serious expression and Vinda with a smile on her face.
All he could say quietly was, "Auntie Vinda."
"Agarth?" Vinda looked at Agarth in shock, whom he hadn't seen for a month.
The 1.5-meter-tall boy smiled and waved at him.
"You, you have really grown up." Vinda walked forward a few steps and touched Agarth's no longer chubby little face, and patted Agarth's strong shoulders.
Newt looked at the two people in front of him with a complicated expression. His mind was in a mess. He didn't know whether it was right to accept the egg and help Agarth.
"Agarth, according to Gellert's order, we have to pick you up today. Dumbledore has returned to England." Vinda hugged Agarth and whispered in his ear.
Agarth's expression remained unchanged, his eyes twinkled, and he nodded.
He took a few steps back to Rolf's side, patted his shoulder, and then walked over to Newt and Tina.
After hugging Tina, he said, "Grandma Tina, Grandpa Newt, I didn't know my family would come so soon. It must be urgent. I may have to go home early."
"Don't worry, no matter who I am, I will not hurt you." Agarth said to Newt who had a complicated expression.
"Let's go." Agarth said to Kaka, who had packed all his things in a suitcase and was waiting nearby.
"Goodbye, little Rolf." Agarth waved to Rolf before turning and getting on the carriage.
Rolf touched the wooden ring on his hand and waved to Agarth. He knew better than his grandfather that Agarth would go to Hogwarts in three years, not Durmstrang.