"Newt?" Tina sighed softly and stepped forward to straighten Newt Scamander's collar. "If you put it that way, you'll easily mislead Vizet and Luna."
After smoothing Newt Scamander's collar, she turned to Vizet and Luna and said, "Keeping things from those people at the Ministry of Magic isn't that easy."
"Sometimes it still takes a few tricks. Like last month, when the Graphorn was giving birth, it trampled that hillside over there until it cracked..." She pointed to a slope not far away.
"The commotion was far too big. I came up with all sorts of excuses before I finally convinced those Ministry of Magic staff. Of course! Newt's bees helped too. At least they stung three bumps onto them."
Hearing Tina say that, Newt scratched his head, at a loss. "Tina, it was all thanks to you then... I really didn't know how to explain it."
"But Newt didn't do anything wrong either," Tina said, her tone softening. "These little ones live very well here. Newt understands what they need."
She raised a hand to gesture to Vizet and Luna, pointing at the Graphorns. "Do you see the little Graphorn in the middle?"
Vizet and Luna looked in that direction and saw the little Graphorn Tina was pointing at.
"Doesn't it look about the same size as a half-grown calf?" Tina's eyes shone with affection. "This child was only born a month ago. Isn't it adorable? Isn't it healthy? Newt really knows how to care for them!"
"Tina..." Newt Scamander's ears reddened, and his expression grew awkward. His gaze drifted back to the Fenrir Werewolf.
"Right! Our Fenrir must be hungry!" He finally found a topic and rubbed his hands together. "Why don't we start with lamb?"
"Little one! Fenrir! Come... good child!" He reached out, moving extremely slowly