"Newt?" Tina sighed softly and stepped forward to straighten Newt Scamander's collar. "Saying that so casually could easily mislead Wizet and Luna."
After smoothing Newt Scamander's collar, she turned to Wizet and Luna. "Keeping things hidden from those Ministry of Magic people is no easy task."
"Sometimes, you need a few tricks. Like last month, when the Graphorns were giving birth and stomped the hillside over there to pieces..." She pointed at a slope some distance away.
"The commotion was far too big. I made up all sorts of explanations before I finally convinced those Ministry officials. Of course! Newt's bees helped too—they left at least three welts on every one of them."
Hearing Tina say that, Newt scratched his head awkwardly. "Tina, it was all thanks to you at the time... I really wouldn't have known how to explain it."
"But Newt wasn't wrong either." Tina's tone softened. "These little ones live happily here. Newt understands what they need."
She gestured for Wizet and Luna to look, pointing at the Graphorns. "Do you see that little Graphorn in the middle?"
Wizet and Luna looked in the indicated direction and spotted the young Graphorn Tina had pointed out.
"Doesn't it look about the size of a half-grown calf?" Tina's eyes shone with affection. "But it's only a month old. Isn't it adorable? Isn't it healthy? Newt really knows how to care for them!"
"Tina..." Newt Scamander's ears reddened, and he grew even more uncomfortable, his gaze drifting toward Fenrir the werewolf again.
"Yes! Our Fenrir must be hungry!" He finally found a topic to latch onto and rubbed his hands together. "How about we start with some lamb?"
"Little one! Fenrir! Come on... good boy!" He stretched out his hand, moving it extremely slowly toward Fenrir the werewolf. "There's some