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

Agas raised his eyes and glanced at the two adults who were in a stalemate in front of him, then took small steps, wrapped his large wings on both sides like clothes, and slowly moved towards the door.

"Stop." Grindelwald had his back to Agast, but as if he had eyes on the back of his head, he suddenly called out to Agast.

Agas immediately stopped his pace, straightened his back, and stood still as if he was under a spell, staring at the two of them.

When Grindelwald didn't hear any sound, he looked at Dumbledore and said unhappily, "With me and you here, Agas will definitely be able to complete the Animagus transformation. Why do you have to ask that guy Scamander to come here?"

Didn't Albus know how much he hated that guy.

Dumbledore's blue eyes stared at the man in front of him who only had eyes for him, and he sighed softly: "After all, neither you nor I are experts in magical animals. If Newt can come, I will feel more at ease."

"Newt! Newt! Ha." Grindelwald called Newt's name, pursed his lips, and looked back at Agas.

"You think so too?"

Agas quickly covered his mouth, his eyes rolling around, looking at the sky and the ground, but not at them.

At this time, just play dumb.

Then his eyes rolled and he fell to the ground with a bang, his eyes closed.

"He's pretending." Grindelwald held Dumbledore's shoulder and said calmly.

Based on his understanding of Agas, it would be impossible for him to be pretending.

"No." Dumbledore struggled but failed to break free.

Dumbledore sighed helplessly, "If I don't pull him up, the carpet in my office will be burned through by Agas' wings."

Dumbledore pointed his finger at the crimson carpet beneath Agastache's body. The part where his wings had touched was quickly burned with holes one after another.

Grindelwald took out his wand, pointed it at Agarth, and muttered, "One, two."

"I'm awake." Agas jumped up quickly from the ground.

He didn't have the courage to accept the "three" from Grindelwald's wand.

In the end, Agas was petrified and fixed in place, unable to move.

I watched Grindelwald pull Dumbledore up the escalator and into Dumbledore's bedroom.

"Little cabbage, the field is yellow, but no one is..." Love.

The words that Agas had not finished singing were sealed within his lips by a spell, and he could no longer speak.

This time, it’s really like a small cabbage, yellow in the field, and no one loves it.

Unable to move, unable to speak, only his eyes could move left and right: "......"

"You will make Agas very uncomfortable if you do this."

Dumbledore glanced back at Agarth.

"Then do you have a way to make him stay in your office and not cause trouble?"

Grindelwald raised his eyes slightly, his tone calm and a little teasing.

I cannot, Dumbledore replied mentally.

Then, pretending not to notice Agas' pitiful look, she walked into the bedroom.

"Albus, you know how much I dislike Scamander."

Grindelwald took the initiative and expressed his dislike first.

"Even without him, I can ensure that Agas' transformation goes smoothly. You know, his birth was created by me."

"What did you see that made you so sure?"

Dumbledore's eyes were deep and his expression remained unchanged.

Grindelwald's lips moved slightly.

He had indeed seen some of the future, which made him so sure that Agas's transformation would be successful.

"Destiny can be changed."

"You said, maybe if Newt hadn't come, it would have changed Agas' fate to become a phoenix?"

"Maybe in the future, Agas will be able to transform into a phoenix because of Newt's help?"

Dumbledore discovered that the person in front of him had lost part of his sanity, and along with it, his ability to think.

"Gellert, what did you eat?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

Grindelwald's heart tightened, and he said vaguely: "It is radiant and developed by Agas."

"It seems like I've become much younger." A smile welled up in Dumbledore's eyes.

Grindelwald reached out and patted the back of his hand gently, then said: "You are right, perhaps Scamander is a part of fate."

"It's good that you can figure it out, Newt. He's my student and I trust him."

Dumbledore felt the warmth on the back of his hand, and at the same time, he also felt the wrinkled skin on the back of his hand.

He pretended to be indifferent and changed the subject, but his eyes were looking at the hand.

This is a hand that is extremely inconsistent with Grindelwald's current young face.

A dry, wrinkled hand.

"Gellert, is there anything else you haven't told me?"

He was casual, still pretending to know nothing.

Grindelwald was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Except Agarth."

"I have nothing to hide from you."

"Agas?!"

Suddenly, Professor McGonagall's voice came from downstairs.

The two looked at each other, opened the door, stood on the top of the floor, and looked down.

Then I saw Agas, who was originally fixed in place, flapping his wings and slowly flying into the air.

Agas saw the two men coming out and waved to them excitedly.

"Come down quickly, child." Professor McGonagall looked up at Agas, her eyes worried.

After receiving Dumbledore's message, she immediately rushed back from outside the school.

The appearance of such a magical animal is indeed very worrying.

Agarth tapped his mouth, then glared accusingly at Grindelwald.

After Grindelwald waved his wand to remove the spell, he shouted: "You didn't hold my wings in place, it can fly!"

Then, Agas swooped down from the air in front of Professor McGonagall, turned sharply, and flew in front of Dumbledore and the other man.

He hesitated for a moment before reaching out his hand, then grabbed Dumbledore's hand and pulled it.

Pull him out from the open staircase.

"Albus, I'm good to you."

"This is the feeling of flying~ This is the feeling of freedom~"

He held Dumbledore by the hands, flapped his wings, and jumped up and down in the room.

Let go of your voice and sing Brave Heart loudly.

Professor McGonagall gently adjusted the frame of her glasses.

She shouldn't worry about it. She should go back to her office right away and do the work that she would never finish.

Dumbledore, who was being dragged around without noticing, looked at Agas with an expressionless face.

Aberforth, when he was young, seemed to be like this, very embarrassing.

Then he reached out, clenched his fist, and poked it into Agas's open mouth, blocking it.

The world is quiet.