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

The next morning, Agas woke up to a loud noise.

All I could hear was Kaka's shrill voice quarreling with a cat next to my ear.

"Smelly cat! Come down now!"

"Meow! Meow!"

"You are too dirty, get down quickly! The little master will be angry if he sees you!" Kaka raised his fingertips, threatening Wenqite, who was lying on Agas' hair with his whole body covered in dirt.

When Venqite heard Kaka's words, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes. Under Kaka's gaze, he deliberately rubbed Agas's face and licked it, then meowed at Kaka.

"Stinky cat!!"

"Okay, okay, Kaka." Agas just woke up and saw this scene. He could only sigh, dissuade Kaka, and then touch Wenqite's head.

"Venqit, are you okay?"

"Meow~" Wenqite squinted his eyes and felt comfortable with Agas' touch. He turned over, spread out his belly, rubbed his head against the palm of Agas' hand, and used his little paws to ask Agas to touch his belly.

"Haha, little guy." Agas picked up Vincent and got out of bed.

"Kaka, is there anything to eat? I'm hungry." Agas looked at Kaka, who was about the same height as him.

"Young master, please go to the living room quickly. Mr. and Mrs. Scamander are waiting for you." Kaka handed over a coat and put it on Agas.

Agas nodded, ran to the bathroom nearby and quickly washed up before leaving the room.

"Grandma Tina, Mr. Scamander! Good morning!" Agas ran to Tina who was sitting at the dining table, threw himself into her arms and rubbed against her, then raised his head and greeted her with a smile.

"Agas, good morning. Come on, you must be hungry. Eat something." Tina picked up Agas's small body and put it on a chair beside her.

"Agas, you call Tina grandma, but you call me Mr. Scamander. You know, I knew you earlier than Tina." Newt pretended to be angry and handed Agas a knife and fork.

"You can call him Newt, he won't mind," Tina added.

Agas touched his suddenly itchy neck and replied with a grin, "Okay, Grandpa Newt."

"Agas, the magic in your body." Newt ate the bread in his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and looked at Agas and said seriously: "I'm not sure if I can help you solve the magic in your body, but don't worry, since I have accepted the gift from your family, I will definitely do my best to help you."

"It's okay, Grandpa Newt." Agas took a big bite of food without caring. He really didn't care about the magic riot in his body. After all, as long as he didn't die, it didn't matter if he was a squib. We are Chinese people, so what can't we do? Besides, in another 40 or 50 years, in the era of rapid development of the Internet, it is still a question whether wizards can still hide.

However, Agas' indifferent attitude at this time caused Newt and Tina to misunderstand. They just thought that this child, at such a young age, was indifferent to life and death and had no attachment to life.

Tina glared at Newt. This old guy had gotten older, but his emotional intelligence hadn't improved at all.

Newt gagged and dodged.

"Grandma Tina, my neck is so itchy!" Agas suddenly felt that his neck was so itchy that he couldn't stand it. He stretched out his little hand to scratch it, and then he couldn't help complaining to Tina beside him.

"Let me see." Tina looked at her neck that had been scratched red by Agas, and found that dense and fine hairs suddenly appeared on Agas' neck.

"What is this?!" Newt exclaimed. The hairs were clearly visible, and the roots where they connected to the skin were slightly white, making them look like the feathers of a newly hatched thunderbird.

"Agas, the thunderbird in the box you mentioned, its tribe is near your home?" Newt thought of the thunderbird he had just captured the day before yesterday, and remembered what Kaka said last night, that Agas was born from a lifeless egg. He wondered if the source of Agas' powerful magic was because the egg was a thunderbird egg, and thus he inherited the abilities of magical animals.

After all, it is not easy to find a ptarmigan egg. Ptarmigans are social animals, and solitary eggs are even rarer.

"Although it's near my home, it's still quite far away." Agas nodded. He stretched out his little hand and kept scratching his neck. It was so itchy, as if the skin was expanding inch by inch, but it wasn't painful, just an unbearable itch.

"Okay, stop scratching, bear with it." Newt reached out and touched Agas' neck. He immediately felt a slight tingling in his fingers, and then saw that Agas' tender little hand seemed to have no feeling at all.

"It's good for you. It's not that easy for others to learn Animagus. I think I understand why your body is so small but your magic is so strong." Newt pinched Agas's face and said something that didn't make sense.

"Huh? What is it?" Agas hurriedly grabbed Newt. After all, he was at least 1.8 meters tall in his previous life. In this life, he was eight years old and still less than one meter tall. It was really outrageous.

“Do you know the infancy of some animals?” Newt returned to his seat and continued with his unfinished breakfast.

"For young animals, the magic power in their bodies will continue to grow over time. At the same time, the increasing magic power will also refine their bodies, allowing their bodies to gradually adapt to the magic power in their bodies. This is why some magical animals shed their feathers, and the new feathers actually represent that their bodies have entered the next stage of growth."

After Newt finished speaking, he handed Agas a mirror and motioned for Agas to look at his neck.

"You only feel your neck itchy, but when I touched you just now, I felt the feathers on your body prick my hand. Look carefully and see if there are any feathers growing out."

Upon hearing this, Agas held the mirror against his neck. As Agas breathed, he could vaguely see some tiny hairs floating.

"Does this, this, does that mean that I will become an animal instead of a human being?" Agas asked anxiously.

"No, on the contrary. Have you heard of Animagus?" Newt shook his head. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should envy the boy's good luck or feel sad for his miserable growth period in the future.

Agas nodded. Animagus, everyone knows this. Anyone who has read the original novel would want to rub the older cat girl, Professor McGonagall, one of the seven Animagus existing in this century.

"The conditions for a wizard to become an Animagus are extremely harsh, but you, Agas, you are born an Animagus."