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

On the rooftop of a building on a street in Manhattan, New York, Newt, who was packing his suitcase, stopped what he was doing when he heard Agas' words.

"My name is Newt Scamander. Didn't you come to New York with the adults?" Newt scratched his head and looked at Agas in confusion.

"Ah! You are Newt! The author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them!" Agas pretended to be shocked and put his hand over his mouth. "My name is Agas! I came to the United States with my butler, but he got lost!"

Lost? Are you sure it's not you who's lost? Newt was speechless for a moment, and subconsciously twitched his mouth. Then he heard Agas say something shocking.

"I have read your book several times. Can you tell me if a Bowtruckle can really pick locks? The little Bowtruckle at home spits at me every time he sees me!"

Agas was very angry when he said this! That Bowtruckle was really ungrateful! As soon as he got close to it, it would run out of the bushes and spit at him desperately.

“Well, generally speaking, Bowtruckles are good at picking locks, but unless they are angered, they tend to be quite shy.” Newt looked at the child in front of him, who looked younger than his grandson, with a strange look.

It's no wonder Newt found it strange. After all, Bowtruckle always maintained a gentle attitude towards human cubs and rarely spit at them when they met.

unless…

“You didn’t burn the tree they live in, did you?!” Newt thought of the child in front of him who had burned the feathers of the Thunderbird, and subconsciously asked back, but then he felt something was wrong and was about to say sorry.

I saw Agas with a calm face, looking at me with an expression as if to say, "How come you are so good that you can guess this?" and nodded.

???????

Really??? Newt tilted his head and asked with his eyes.

It was not until he saw Agas nod again that he smiled awkwardly.

Whose family raised this naughty kid? Has no one ever told him not to mess with animals?

"Well, that's Agas, right?" Newt stretched out his hand and patted Agas' shoulder.

"Well, I mean, is your name Agas? What's your last name? I can help you find your parents."

"No need to look for me. I've been waiting for you." Agas waved his hand nonchalantly, speaking so calmly.

"Dad said that Mr. Scamander once helped an Obscurus, so I came to America to find you." Agas reached out and patted Newt's trouser legs, as if to comfort his shocked mood at the moment.

"But don't worry, I'm not silent."

“Please finish your sentence.” Newt swallowed.

"I'm just, just weird." Agas began standing on tiptoe embarrassedly.

"Why is it that whenever I can't control my emotions, my magic will go haywire? No one can stop me except my dad. My magic will hurt everyone!"

Newt felt that the child in front of him didn't seem to be embarrassed at all. Looking at his proud expression, he was just about to tell himself that his magic power was awesome.

"Your father told you that you are not silent, right?"

nod.

"He just told you to come find me?"

Agas nodded again.

Magic riot? In his past decades of experience, Newt has only encountered one child who became a Squib due to a magic riot, and this was because the child's body could not withstand the powerful magic in his body.

So is this child in front of me also for this reason?

"Dear Mr. Scamander, good afternoon." Rocky suddenly appeared behind Newt and Agas, and extended his right hand to Newt very politely.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Newt reached out and held Rocky's fingertips and immediately let go.

"Rocky Colt, Mr. Scamander, this is a coin you once gave me. I brought Master Agas with me this time to ask you for something."

Rocky handed over a slightly old coin.

Newt looked at the coin in front of him without saying a word, and glanced at Agas beside him.

Agas looked at Rocky in confusion. This kid didn't tell him that he had a token. He thought he had to pretend to be a lost child and go home with Newt.

"The head of the family said that this is a deal between the Rozier family and you." Rocky smiled and put the coin in Agas' hand.

"Magic riots are something every child will experience. Aren't you making too much of a fuss about it?" Newt complained in a low voice.

"Uh..." Rocky thought of the scene that Ms. Rosier described to him, and felt that his young master might be different from what Newt said.

After all, as long as the emotions are excited, the surrounding objects will float up, including wizards with weak magic power will be lifted up by their own master, not to mention the extremely dangerous red vortex in the air that will distort the space.

"The young master may not be what you imagined." Rocky smiled very stiffly.

"This is a gift from the master of the family. It's a dragon egg from the East. You know, it's not easy to collect magical animals from the East. After all, the care of animals in that country is much stricter than ours." Rocky handed Newt a box with a hollow lotus carved on it in his left hand.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble you to take care of the young master for a while." Rocky raised the small wooden box in his right hand with the traceless stretching spell cast on it.

"Here is the magic stabilizing potion made by the master himself. If you really can't help the young master control himself, you can only give him this to drink."

"I'll take it." Newt took the box, opened it, and saw the huge dragon egg inside that was pure white and blue. He hurriedly agreed.

Western dragon eggs are uncommon, but Eastern dragon eggs are even rarer, and the mother dragons are extremely ferocious.

It's just about helping a kid control his own magical riot. If Newt can't do it, can his friends do it? If it doesn't work, just ask Nico. He must know the answer after living for so long.

Agas looked at the dragon egg in the box in confusion. Why did it look more and more familiar?

Why does the blue color of this dragon egg look so familiar?

Just as Agas was about to reach out and touch the faint blue color on the dragon egg, he was caught by Newt.

"Agas, don't touch it yet, let me take a look first."

Agas was speechless.

Now I am sure that this egg is the one I often use for tempera painting. If I remember correctly, the blue color is the one I painted last time.

"That's strange, why do you want to dye it blue so much?" Newt observed the eggs in the box and always felt that the blue color was strange.