Operation: Take Dad to Meet Mom (and Hope They Don’t Duel)

"Get out! Get out!" A loud noise came from Agarth's room. The Scamanders, who had just fallen asleep in the opposite room, were awakened by the roar and quickly put on their clothes and ran to Agarth's room with their wands.

"Agarth? Agarth!" Newt knocked on Agarth's door and heard no response from inside,

"Alohomora!"

Newt cast a spell and quickly opened the door of Agarth's room. All the objects in the room rose into the air and the surrounding space seemed to be in a strange stagnation. There was also a faint red light cutting through the space, tightly wrapping around Agarth lying on the bed.

Wenchet, who was resting beside Agarth's pillow, was suspended high on the ceiling by a powerful magic. His hair stood up, and his sharp claws stretched out, scratching the air around him, as if he wanted to return to Agarth's side, but he couldn't move. He could only frantically howl at Agarth, who was talking in his sleep on the bed and was lost in sleep: "Meow~"

"No, Tina." Newt stopped Tina from moving forward and stretched out a finger to slowly touch this strange space.

However, the unprotected index finger was cut by an invisible barrier in front of him, and blood gushed out instantly.

"Newt!" Tina looked worriedly at Newt's bleeding finger, and then looked at Agarth in the center of the barrier in disbelief.

For a moment, the two were at a loss as to what to do with the scene before them.

"No, this is not a simple magic riot." Newt cast a spell to restore the wound to its original state. The wound on his finger seemed to heal slowly under the effect of magic, but the next moment, the wound that had already healed suddenly split open a bigger hole, and under the blurred flesh and blood, the white bones underneath could be vaguely seen.

"Newt! Your finger! Come on, Dittany Potion!" Tina looked at the increasingly horrific wound and summoned Dittany Potion, which she hastily covered the wound with. After pouring out a whole bottle of Dittany, she saw that the wound gradually stopped bleeding and slowly began to heal, but the healing speed was extremely slow.

The two of them silently looked at the space in front of them that seemed to be split. As time passed, they only felt that more and more powerful magic was spreading outward from around Agarth.

Gradually, sharp edges slashed towards the objects within the barrier. Except for Agarth in the center which was unscathed, the surrounding objects were shattered.

Wenchet couldn't dodge and was scratched by several sharp edges. His hair was instantly covered in blood and he could only scream.

"No, we have to wake Agarth up, or Wenchet will die." Tina said calmly, lighting up a shield charm and putting it on herself, trying to get closer to Agarth.

"Don't move Tina, there must be a way." Newt stopped Tina, looked at the wailing Wenchet in the air with distress, and kept patting his head, trying to recall if there was any solution.

Suddenly he remembered the other wooden box that Rocky gave him yesterday.

"The wooden box. Yes, that box." Newt ran to the bedroom, opened the suitcase, and took out another box that Rocky had given him yesterday.

It contained several rows of silver cans of potions.

"The man who sent Agarth here said that this potion can help Agarth stabilize his emotions."

Newt ran back to the opposite room with the potion and shook it at Tina.

"But now, we can't enter this barrier." Tina looked at the barrier in front of her that had expanded again and could only slowly step back a few steps.

Suddenly, a short figure flashed in front of the two of them and said anxiously "Let Kaka come! Let Kaka come!"

"Kaka?" Newt said and handed the potion in his hand to Kaka.

Kaka took the potion, and a light flashed from the tip of the elf's extremely slender index finger. He pointed at the potion in his hand and poured a thin stream into Agarth's yelling mouth.

As the potion was finished, the silent space around it began to flow, the faintly visible red light gradually disappeared, and the objects originally floating in the air suddenly disappeared, slowly dispersing into gray smoke and slowly falling to the ground.

Newt rushed forward to catch Wenchet, whose flesh was torn apart, and took out bottle after bottle of Dittany Potion to apply medicine to Wenchet's wounds.

Kaka watched Tina pick up Agarth and could only stand at Tina's feet, calling out to his little master anxiously.

"Agarth? Agarth? Wake up." Tina looked at Agarth, who was sweating and pale, with a distressed look. She reached out and gently touched Agarth's head, and then gently checked whether Agarth had any other wounds.

Agarth was awakened by the incessant shouting. He felt his whole body was limp, his throat was sore and he couldn't make a sound.

When he opened his heavy eyelids, he saw that the originally cozy bedroom had become messy, and he was held in Tina's arms, with a baby rising up and jumping beside him from time to time, calling his Kaka in a shrill voice.

Not far away, Newt had a bloody mess in his arms.

"Grandma Tina?" Agarth said hoarsely, looking at the Scamanders with a hint of guilt.

"Agarth, I'm so glad you're okay." Tina laughed happily. Hearing the voice, Newt walked to the bedside holding Wenchet, whose bleeding had stopped, and looked at Agarth.

"Hey, it looks like this is another time you've survived a disaster." Newt noticed Agarth's guilty look at this moment, touched Agarth's chubby little face, and comforted him with a smile.

"Mr. Scamander, I'm sorry, and Wenchet." Agarth spoke softly, looking at Newt, whose fingers were bandaged, and Wenchet, whose body was covered with white spots.

"You didn't mean to do that, did you? I don't think Wenchet will blame you." Newt put Wenchet, who was pupating towards Agarth, next to him.

"Touch him. He doesn't blame you. Instead, he's worried about you."

Agarth looked at Wenchet who was licking his hand gently with a complicated look.

"Meow~" Wenchet touched Agarth's little hand with its nose, and the whole cat curled up beside Agarth, slowly closed its eyes and rested.

"I'm sorry." Agarth touched Wenchet's little head before looking up at the Scamanders.

"Agarth, I was wondering why your family was so worried about a magic riot, but it wasn't until tonight that I realized that your magic riot was indeed very unusual." Newt smiled bitterly, feeling guilty for his previous careless conclusion that led to everything that happened tonight.

'If I had paid a little more attention to what Rocky said that day and asked more carefully, perhaps Agarth's magic would not have rioted tonight and I would not be helpless.'