Hogwarts: I'm taking my dad to find my mom.

Nurmengard Castle, Austria, 1986.

On the first floor of the castle, on a small stool at the lower left corner of the kitchen counter, Agas was eating with a greasy face, dangling his calves and holding up a huge piece of meat.

"Kaka, do you think Wenda will bring me the wand?" Agas tore off a piece of meat fiercely. Although Grindelwald, the old Englishman, oh, the old man could not always express himself well, but Agas heard the word "wand" clearly.

"Kaka, Kaka doesn't know either." Kaka stood up and was as tall as Agas, stroking the tattered pillowcase with both hands, blinking his big eyes, "Little Master Agas, you can't...can't eat anymore. The old master will scold you when he sees that you can't eat. It's all Kaka's fault, it's all Kaka's fault."

Kaka screamed and banged his head against the stove. "Kaka shouldn't have roasted dragon legs for the little master at this time. It's all Kaka's fault, all Kaka's fault."

Agas wiped the oil off his face with his clothes, licked his lips, and looked at the roasted dragon leg in his hand reluctantly. It was really delicious. The dragon's leg was marinated with Dazhong nectar sauce for a day and then roasted for another day. It was really delicious.

Damn Grindelwald, damn the dictator, damn the culture of serving meals at set times, damn German junk food, this is so disgusting.

"Okay, but can this be my afternoon tea?" Agastache picked up the remaining roasted dragon leg in his hand and licked his lips.

"Of course, Kaka will definitely satisfy you and prepare your favorite Muggle food for you." Kaka stopped banging his head against the wall, turned around and snapped his fingers, and the roasted dragon leg in Agas' hand disappeared.

Agas looked at his empty hands, pursed his lips, and sighed deeply. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he jumped down from the small bench.

He ran excitedly to the study on the third floor.

"Dad, dad, dad, when will Wenda come back?" Agas suddenly rushed forward and hugged Grindelwald who was sitting on the sofa.

"Agas, do you know that you are eight years old?" Grindelwald put down the Daily Prophet in his hand and looked indifferently at the huge thing in his arms.

"Yes, yes, eight years old. In three years, I will receive letters from Hogwarts." Agas rubbed his face in Grindelwald's arms excitedly, and hugged Grindelwald tightly with his hands, "I will be able to see my mother~"

"I'm sorry, but you have to know that Dumbledore doesn't know you exist." Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, moved his left hand slightly, and the giant thing stuck to his body suddenly froze. "Besides, washing hands after eating is something that every Chinese should do, right?"

As soon as the words fell, Agas was lifted into the air motionlessly, and a large bucket of clear water fell from the sky and landed accurately on Agas.

"Washing makes it cleaner, but rubbing won't make it clean."

"......" Agas widened his eyes and cursed in his heart, but he was unable to move his body. He could only hope to defeat the old man in front of him mentally.

Grindelwald looked at the child in front of him who seemed particularly quiet only when he closed his mouth. He twitched his mouth slightly and then put him down.

"Since I promised to give you the magic wand, Wenda will definitely bring it to you. However, Agas, I hope you can get rid of the constraints of the magic wand and better experience the charm of wandless casting."

"Is the magic you're talking about the electric current that passes through my blood and is transmitted to my fingertips?" Agas rubbed his face that was hit by the water flow, raised his right hand and pointed it at Grindelwald's face, "Cut it off!"

Agas clearly felt the vibrations generated in his body, which were then transmitted to his fingertips through his right arm. A red light was emitted from his fingertips and hit Grindelwald's face accurately. Well, to be precise, it should be the lower half of his face, the beard.

Beautiful! If I say I will pull out your beard, I will pull out your beard! Agas was secretly delighted, and then he moved his body and suddenly appeared in front of Grindelwald, catching the cut beard.

Then he quickly stuffed his dry silver beard into the ring with the traceless extension spell that Wenda gave him as a birthday gift this year.

Grindelwald thought that Agas was unable to cast the spell and was ready to use this failure to teach Agas a lesson. However, he watched his beard being shaved off and then he shouted angrily, "The spell has not been verified, how can you use it casually!"

Grindelwald took a deep breath. "There is no shortage of smart geniuses in this world, but even more geniuses die from the spells they developed."

"Agas, you have to promise me that if you use unknown spells again, someone must be with you. I don't want to see my bloodline die in a stupid experiment." Grindelwald squatted down and stared at Agas' eyes seriously. "In your past, the world you saw may be just a small microcosm, not the whole wizarding world. I don't want you to look at the real world with the eyes of the future. This will make you fall hard."

Agas nodded blankly, as if an elder had said this to him in the past, but for some reason the impression gradually blurred into the appearance of the person in front of him.

"Then, Dad, can you give me your beard?" Changing the subject, Agas tentatively put forward his small request.

"What's the price?" Grindelwald narrowed his eyes. "You cut off my beard, then I'll cut off your hair."

"I don't..." Before Agas could finish his words, his beautiful long red hair fell off from his forehead with a "swish".

After a few seconds, Agas looked at his bald forehead, which was slippery to the touch, and then looked at Grindelwald who was smiling at the side.

Suddenly he burst into tears. Agas, who had just turned eighteen in his previous life and eight in this life, could no longer hold back his anger. He stretched out his right hand towards Grindelwald's forehead while crying, ready to strike him in the face again.

"I have to say, Agas, your magic is very useful." Grindelwald waved his hand to control the screaming Agas, "Since you have learned how to use magic without telling me, then starting from tomorrow, get up on time at 8 o'clock in the morning. Our class is about to begin."

"Then I will teach you the first magic today, fainting."

"......" You xx. Before he fainted, the only thing that flashed through Agas' mind was this classic Chinese curse, who the hell taught him that the first magic was a coma spell.

“Kaka.”

"Master, master." Kaka appeared in the corner of the study with his head hung.

"When did Agas learn to cast spells without a wand?" Grindelwald carried Agas and placed him on the recliner in the study.

"When the little master was six years old, he was frightened by the appearance of Abu and released the armor to protect himself." Kaka raised his eyes and glanced nervously at the unconscious little master.

"The young master said he wanted to give you a surprise, and ordered Kaka not to tell the master. It's all Kaka's fault. Please, please don't blame the young master." After saying that, he slowly moved to the edge of the recliner and stretched out a slender arm to block Grindelwald's view of Agast.

Grindelwald was silent for a moment, "Wenda is here, wake the boy up and take him back to his room now."

"Yes, master." Kaka replied, bending down, then stretched out his right hand, held Agas's little hand, and disappeared into the room.