In a valley dozens of kilometers away from Nurmengard Castle, a giant dragon nearly fifteen feet long, with smooth scales, a bronze-colored body, a black ridge on its back, and short horns on its head, stretched out its wings.
The giant dragon opened its mouth and blew out dragon breath at the little people on the ground, but the kid on the ground were not afraid at all.
Instead, he dodged with extremely fast legs and feet.
"Brewster! You agreed not to breathe dragon's breath!" Agarth, who had red shoulder-length hair on the ground, shouted to the dragon in the air.
Time flies. Since leaving Newt's house and returning to Austria three years ago, Agarth has grown at an alarming rate.
Agarth asked Vinda to catch a few more trolls to fight him, but none of them were as smart and playable as the one Newt raised.
In desperation, he could only choose the extremely strong Peruvian Venomosaurus as his sparring partner.
"Your magic almost cut off my tail!" Brewster cried aggrievedly in the air.
Agarth's magic power is getting stronger and stronger. Now even without using a wand, the magic power he releases can smash hard objects, let alone flesh.
"I didn't mean it!" Although Agarth said this, his right hand released a huge red ball that hit Brewster's abdomen.
Brewster instantly fell from the air to the ground, causing the dust on the ground to fly.
"I don't want to play anymore!" Brewster, who was lying on the ground, had no intention of getting up. Instead, he shouted angrily.
Agarth brushed away the strands of hair on his forehead, summoned a water mirror, and looked at his neck.
Three years ago, the feathers that were vaguely emerging have now shrunk back.
'I still remember Newt said that when I grow up to a certain age, I can turn into a magical animal.'
But the feathers seemed to be just an illusion.
They only appeared when magic power was raging, and never appeared again.
However, in the past three years, his magic power has only been disturbed once.
"Agarth, you promised me that you would give me a partner when I come of age." Brewster seemed to remember something and turned over to look at Agarth.
Agarth was already 1.75 meters tall at this time, but he still looked so small in front of Brewster.
Agarth couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard Brewster say that. This lustful dragon was originally lured into the valley by Vinda and her group using the excuse of a female dragon, and it became his sparring partner because they promised to find him a female dragon.
It's been three years, and he have to talk about it every time after a fight with Agarth. The problem is, this dragon is not even an adult, so how can they find a female dragon for him?
"Don't worry, I will definitely find you a beautiful one that shines with gold, but I haven't found one yet." Agarth said perfunctorily.
"Well, you better look for it carefully. Don't bother with me. I'm going back to my nest."
Brewster roared like a dragon and flew back to his golden nest.
It was full of shining gold. Agarth spent some money and found a factory in the Muggle world to produce it.
Cheap, durable and large quantity.
After all, even the most expensive gold items would be shattered by a single sweep of Brewster's tail, but iron items produced in the Muggle world are not easily damaged. As long as they are sprayed with gold paint, who knows whether they will be cheap or expensive.
Anyway, Brewster didn't notice it and thought Agarth was very nice to him, drooling over the pile of gold every day.
Agarth shook his head, took out a flying broom, sat on it, and flew slowly back to Nurmengard.
Although three years may seem like a long time, for Agarth, they flew by in the blink of an eye.
After fighting with Brewster every day, Agarth would go back to the castle to make some fun little things.
Agarth did not gain nothing, for example, the troll's blood, which was originally useless.
However, Agarth discovered that although this thing was not like his own blood, it could teleport people to his side across space.
But the wooden objects made from it could emit a foul smell. Well, it wasn't useless, at least during that time Grindelwald once suspected that there was a vixen in his room, but he searched the entire house and didn't see any.
This is quite a big effect.
Of course, there is also unicorn blood. Although it will curse the drinker and is extremely unique, this blood cannot be integrated with the wooden objects engraved by Agarth, but any rune silver objects soaked in blood carry a strong blessing.
Of course, this blessing also comes with a price, after all, there is a cause and an effect.
Agarth has not yet discovered what the price is, and plans to give it to Professor Quirrell, who has a noseless monster living in the back of his head.
'Since this guy is looking for unicorn blood to prolong his life, it wouldn't be wrong for me to give him some silverware soaked in unicorn blood, right?'
Agarth secretly patted himself on the back for his wit.
After a while, Agarth flew to the castle gate and slowly landed on the ground, putting away his broom.
Agarth really didn't like the flying method of broomstick, but Agarth just turned eleven this year and had no way of adapting to the magic of Apparition, so he could only endure it for the time being.
"Young master, the master wants you to go to the study." Agarth, who had just finished taking a shower, saw Kaka appear in his room.
Agarth nodded to Kaka, "Kaka, prepare some food for me and send it to the study. I'm so hungry."
"Okay, little master!"
On the way to the study, Agarth was still thinking, could it be because the Hogwarts acceptance letter arrived?
"Dad, you called me?" Agarth pushed open the door and sat down opposite Grindelwald. As soon as he sat down, a bowl of ramen appeared on the table.
Agarth picked up his chopsticks and slurped his ramen while asking, "Could it be that the acceptance letter has arrived?"
"No." Grindelwald shook his head.
"Your birthday hasn't arrived yet. Normally, the acceptance letter should be sent on your birthday."
"I have something you need to do for me when you go to England."
Agarth nodded, motioning for Grindelwald to continue, his mouth still stuffed with food.
"Ring." Grindelwald looked at Agarth's eating habits and paused before speaking.
"Ring?" Agarth swallowed his food. 'Could it be the ring from the old Gaunt house?'
"I can only see that he died because he wore that ring." Grindelwald said this, and his back seemed to no longer be straight.
"Agarth, that ring, if my foresight is correct, will be yours."
"That Voldemort is nothing, but that ring is too tempting for Albus and me."
Grindelwald looked into Agarth's azure eyes, "So, you're the only one who can get it back for me."