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

The next day, early morning.

Agarth, who was pulled out of bed by Grindelwald early in the morning, stretched out his chubby little hand and pinched his right fat face, trying to wake himself up from his sleep.

"Why do you have to get up so early?" Agarth was full of resentment. He looked at the big clock hanging in the living room and slapped his legs indignantly. It's six o'clock. Agarth would not get up unless Abu came to wake him up every day! !

"Okay, be quiet. You have to go to America today. Someone will receive you there." Grindelwald put a small black round hat on Agarth and stretched out his wand to touch Agarth's hair.

"No! You can't do that to my hair!" Agarth thought Grindelwald was going to shave his head again, so he quickly stretched out his two little hands to block the tip of the stick.

"Change color, otherwise you will be exposed as soon as you go out. Do you want Dumbledore to know you now?" Grindelwald thought of the future scene he saw, narrowed his eyes, raised his eyebrows and asked with a sneer.

"If mom knew me now, wouldn't you be able to rekindle your old love with him, and love him again, you and him, *smooch* *smooch* muah..." Agarth said as he jumped on his short legs and circled around Grindelwald.

"I do know. If you keep talking, I will let you know what it means to be reborn in love, to be in love with each other, and to have a swollen butt."

'Humph, you don't know how to appreciate a good person.' Agarth closed his mouth wisely, pouted his lips and hummed, then took out a water mirror and looked at himself in the mirror, which had changed color.

The originally dazzling red shoulder-length hair had turned into a dark black like ink. The slightly curly hair now stood up and stuck tightly to Agarth's face, making the originally chubby face look even rounder.

"But black isn't as pretty as red. I can change it to gold! It's the color of your hair." Agarth was annoyed. Black was too ordinary.

"No." Grindelwald crouched down and looked into Agarth's blue eyes.

"Agarth, remember, you are going to New York this time to meet Newt Scamander." After saying that, he patted the small black hat on Agarth's forehead, "The journey has begun, stand still."

Agarth didn't understand what was going on, but he suddenly felt something like a hook hooked on his belly button. In a flash, everything in front of him was as if he was sitting in the drum of a washing machine, and everything outside was twisted and spinning.

'Asshole! Ugh!' When the object in front of him stopped spinning and moving, Agarth cursed and ran to the nearest Rubbish bucket and started vomiting.

"I hate New York." Seeing that Agarth had stopped vomiting and stood up straight and said this quietly, Rocky Colt was surprised to find that this child was surprisingly similar to the leader in his impression.

"The taste of the portkey is indeed unpleasant, but you looked very similar to the leader just now." Rocky handed Agarth a glass of boiled water and a towel.

"Agarth Albus Grindelwald,what's your name?"

"Rocky Colt."

"Okay, now you can tell me how to find Newt?"

Agarth shrugged indifferently, took a sip of water, straightened his slightly wrinkled shirt, and then looked up at Rocky, who was much taller than Grindelwald.

"That depends on you." Rocky curled the corners of his mouth mysteriously, and his brown eyes were suddenly filled with a smile.

"Look at me? What can I do? Hey, have you forgotten that I'm a kid? I haven't met Newt yet!"

Agarth ran to Rocky, stretched out his little hand and patted the man in front of him who looked like a giant to him.

"No, a Thunderbird sneaked into New York City recently. The sunny weather suddenly became cloudy. The owner of the Thunderbird met Newt while looking for the Thunderbird." Rocky stretched out his right hand to Agarth, motioning him to hold his hand.

"Well, let me think, this thunderbird might be the one that ran out from the valley behind Nurmengard Castle a few days ago?" Agarth pinched his chin and thought for a while, then suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Rocky in shock.

"The master you are talking about is me?!!!! That big guy has a terrible temper, and you actually said I am his master!!" Agarth avoided Rocky's hand, thinking that this approach was not feasible.

"You know, that guy was particularly resentful of me because I accidentally burned his fur last time. You even said that I was his master. It was his kindness that he didn't give me a lightning bolt when he saw me. I am lucky."

"Hahahaha, but Vinda told me that you are an animal expert and the thunderbird is still in its larval stage. Don't worry." Rocky laughed and stretched out his right hand to clamp Agarth who wanted to dodge, and held the golden key on his chest with his left hand.

'Damn it! What bad luck! Two Portkey trips in one day, what a nightmare.' This is what Agarth muttered after the second trip.

After a short roller tour, the two suddenly landed on the rooftop of a street building. At this time, the sky above the city was covered with dark clouds, and the clouds were very close to the city on the ground. In the thick clouds, a few thin lightning flashes could be vaguely seen, accompanied by a few bird calls.

Agarth jumped off Rocky beside him, leaned out slightly, raised his head, and looked at the sky.

"I say, how did you transport it here?" After saying that, he closed his eyes and moved his ears, trying to listen to what the thunderbird was saying.

"The master said that this thunderbird is the most special one in the flock. It will always follow if it sees something delicious. So I asked a few subordinates to use some fruits to attract it here." Rocky said this, puffing out his chest proudly. You know, thunderbirds are XXXX-level magical animals that fly very fast. If his subordinates did not have superior flying skills and defense capabilities, they might not be able to attract this thunderbird.

"No wonder then." Agarth nodded.

"No wonder?" Rocky was puzzled.

"No wonder it cursed you so badly." Agarth smiled brightly, showing his teeth. "#You despicable, shameless human being, a biped without hands, a defective animal without a heroic sharp beak, too much!#"

"..." Rocky looked at the thunder and lightning in the sky, and heard the sound of birds singing in his ears. He looked at Agarth speechlessly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. 'It's strange, this kid can understand what this bird is saying? I'm afraid it's deliberately pointing at me?'

"I understand. I'm not making this up. You have to know that animals and humans speak differently. This is what it means when translated." Agarth put his little hands in front of his eyes and squinted at the thunderbird in the sky.

"If Newt doesn't show up, Coco will go crazy and New York will be in trouble."

If you ignore Agarth's slightly gloating expression at this moment, and just listen to the tone of his voice, you really get the feeling that he is a good person.