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What followed was much simpler.

Newt slowly edged closer to the Venomous Tentacula. He rubbed his cheek against its forelimb, and after hesitating for a few seconds, the Venomous Tentacula lowered its head, which was more than half as large as Newt's body, and rubbed its cheek against his. It nearly sent Newt flying.

It seemed the two had established the most basic level of trust.

The Venomous Tentacula resumed fiddling with the stone egg Newt had given it. Seizing the opportunity, Newt secretly poured the potion in his other hand into his mouth, then slowly approached the creature's injured shoulder. Finally, with his lips close to the exposed flesh, he gently sprayed the liquid from his mouth onto the wound.

The Venomous Tentacula, which had been happily playing with the stone egg, was startled. But then it narrowed its eyes, stretched out its neck, and let out a satisfied cry. Clearly, Newt's Potions had made it feel very comfortable.

It turned its head and nudged Newt again, then hugged the stone egg tightly between its forepaws. It actually yawned, rested its head on its paws, and slowly closed its eyes.

Rustle.

A gentle breeze swept through, and the leaves swaying with it made a rustling sound that was soothing and pleasant to hear.

Amosta blinked, speechless as he watched the Venomous Tentacula fall soundly asleep just like that.

Damn it. If he'd had this ability back then, the orphanage might have built a skyscraper by now.

Pop!

Amosta Apparated to the ground with the three Nifflers, waved his hand to dispel the net of flames, and restored everything around them to normal.

Newt took out a pile of bottles and jars and continued treating the Venomous Tentacula's injuries. Under his care, the wound on its shoulder healed at a