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

"Sweet, sweet, sweet!"

Professor Flitwick, with an angry face and red and swollen eyes, shouted commands to the gargoyles standing in front of the headmaster's office.

"The password is correct."

The gargoyle jumped to the side, making way for the passage.

"Albus, you know I'm not here to complain."

Professor Flitwick walked in and the first thing he said was to explain why he was there.

Professor Dumbledore, who was carefully savoring his dessert, put down the plate in his hand helplessly.

The palm gestured for Professor Flitwick to sit in the chair.

After pointing to the table again, a cup of steaming hot black tea appeared in front of Professor Flitwick.

"Oh thanks, Albus, but I think what I need is a glass of ice water."

Professor Flitwick tapped the plate lightly, and the cup of black tea was immediately replaced with a cup of ice water that was still dripping with water droplets and was steaming.

He picked up the glass of ice water, put it to his mouth and took a big sip.

I was just about to raise my head and tell Dumbledore about Agarth's class.

But when he looked up and saw Dumbledore's smiling face, he couldn't hold back his words and took another big gulp of ice water.

"Filius?" Dumbledore pointed at the plates and handed Professor Flitwick another glass of ice water.

Professor Flitwick, fidgeting, sighed.

"Albus."

"I know that Agas inherited your magical talent, but you should know this."

He paused and continued.

"The little wizard cannot control his magic power yet. You should not teach him to use spells randomly. Instead, you should teach him step by step to gradually learn how to control his magic power."

"I'm sorry, Filius, I don't quite understand."

Dumbledore smiled awkwardly and rubbed his hands a little uneasily.

"Okay, maybe I was being too polite."

Professor Flitwick was in the classroom just now, with a worried look on his face, looking at Dumbledore sadly.

He hadn't even left the classroom when the Gryffindor, who had been having trouble controlling his wand, suddenly uttered the spell.

It did emit a bright light, but it was not the method I taught.

He recalled that after he left the classroom, the sound of "Gunara, the Dark God" suddenly rang out in the classroom behind him, and he sighed.

If all spells had such long names, I'm afraid my saliva would run dry during the battle.

"I mean, Albus, could you please not teach your child to say random spells?"

Professor Flitwick took another sip of his ice water.

"If you do, Albus, you can ask your child not to teach others."

He took a breath, and as if thinking about something, he added:

"Oh yeah, especially don't teach the Weasley twins."

Because they were so noisy, they kept making "gunala gunala" in my ears for the whole class.

It also motivates the people around him to "Gunara".

If this continues, I won’t be able to attend my classes anymore.

After Professor Flitwick began to speak the truth, Dumbledore's face became darker and darker, until the smile disappeared and his handsome face revealed fatigue.

At the same time, Grindelwald, who was reading a potion book and taking notes on parchment from time to time, stopped what he was doing.

He leaned slightly to the side, looked at Dumbledore's expression, and continued writing.

This has nothing to do with him.

He didn't teach it.

It was all self-taught by Agas.

After all, this kid is a talent.

A person who has been hurt countless times by Agast's strange spells has the right to say this, Grindelwald thought.

His ears automatically blocked out Professor Flitwick's complaints.

"Filius, I'm sorry. I will teach Agas a lesson."

Dumbledore gritted his teeth and uttered each word one by one, assuring Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick nodded, his expression softened, and then he drank all the water in his hand.

He jumped off the chair, turned around and was about to leave when he said one more sentence.

"Albus, I think you should go and see what Agassi looks like in class."

After all, there are not many children who can use their fingers as magic wands and give instructions to others.

He nodded to Dumbledore, turned and left the headmaster's office.

At this time, Agas, who was going to Hagrid's house with Fred and George, shuddered all over.

Who is talking about me?

Argas rubbed his itchy nose, then imitated Hagrid, squatting in his garden and observing the injured catkin in his hand.

"Hagrid, where did you pick up this cat? It's so fat. And why does it look so familiar?"

Hagrid's big palm was pinching one of the fat cat's hind legs, and he was smearing distilled essence on its hind legs as if it was free.

"Look familiar? This is a catkin from Mr. Scamander's home. Today, this little guy was chasing a mouse, but was led by the mouse to a sharp branch, where he hit his head hard and fainted."

"Vinquet?" Agas looked in shock at the cat in front of him, which was fatter than a few years ago, and took the cat from Hagrid's hands into his arms.

"Then how did this wound come about?"

"This wound was caused by the bite of that rat."

George then touched the fat cat's head and looked at the hideous wound.

"What kind of rat can bite so deep?"

Hagrid was also a little angry when he heard this, "Next time I see it, I will catch this mouse and avenge Venkyte."

"The cat is awake!" Fred, who had been observing the fat cat in Agas' arms, pointed at it and said.

Wen Qit slowly opened his eyes, the hair on his body stood up, and he screamed.

Then, the nose suddenly sniffed as if it smelled something familiar.

It jumped from Agas' arms to his shoulders, and rubbed its little head against Agas' neck.

From time to time, it makes a milky sound.

"Meow~"

"Venqite, you still remember me." Agas touched its body, curled his eyes and laughed.

"Meow~"

"Agas, let me touch it too!" Fred stared at Vincent, his hand eager to move.

"Venquite!"

Just when Agas was about to speak, someone behind him shouted Wenqite's name loudly, and a pair of legs ran towards them quickly.

"Agas!"

After he walked up to the few people, he found that Wen Qi was curled up on Agas' body and seemed to be fine, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned to look at Hagrid and thanked him very politely.

"Thank you, Mr. Hagrid, for telling me Venkyte is here."

It turned out that after Hagrid rescued Vincent, he sent an owl to send a letter to Rolf.

"Agas, this fat cat has been sneaking out to look for you every day since it last knew you were here. I have wasted a lot of time just trying to catch it these past few days."