Nurmengard Castle, Austria, 1986.
On the first floor of the castle, on a small stool at the lower left corner of the kitchen counter, Agarth was eating with his face greasy, his calves dangling and a huge piece of meat in his hand.
"Kaka, do you think Wenda will bring me the wand?" Agarth tore off a piece of meat fiercely. Although the old Englishman Grindelwald, oh, the old man could not always express himself well, Agarth heard the word "wand" clearly.
"Kaka, Kaka doesn't know either." Kaka, who stood up and was as tall as Agarth, stroked the tattered pillowcase with both hands and blinked his big eyes, "Little Master Agarth, 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."
Agarth 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 special 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 rubbish food, it's really disgusting.'
"Okay then, but can this be my afternoon tea?" Agarth held 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 Agarth's hand disappeared.
Agarth looked at his empty hands, pursed his lips, and let out a long sigh. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he jumped down from the small stool.
He ran excitedly to the study on the third floor.
"Dad, dad, dad, when will Wenda come back?" Agarth rushed forward and hugged Grindelwald who was sitting on the sofa.
"Agarth, 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." Agarth rubbed his face in Grindelwald's arms excitedly, and hugged Grindelwald tightly with both 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 Asians should do, right?"
As soon as the words fell, Agarth was lifted into the air motionlessly, and a large bucket of clear water fell from the sky and landed accurately on Agarth.
"Washing makes it cleaner, but rubbing won't make it clean."
"..." Agarth 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 only seemed particularly quiet when he closed his mouth, 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, Agarth, 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?" Agarth rubbed his face that was hit by the water flow, raised his right hand towards Grindelwald's face, "Cut it off!"
Agarth clearly felt the vibrations 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! I'll pull out your beard if I say so!' Agarth was secretly delighted, and then he moved his body and suddenly appeared in front of Grindelwald, catching the shaved beard.
Then he quickly stuffed his dry silver beard into the ring with the untraceable extension spell that Wenda had given him as a birthday gift this year.
Grindelwald thought Agarth could not cast the spell and was going to use this failure to teach Agarth 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 more geniuses die from the spells they developed."
"Agarth, 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 stupid experiments." Grindelwald squatted down and stared into Agarth's 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, which will make you fall hard."
Agarth nodded blankly, as if an elder had said this to him in the past, but for some reason the impression gradually blurred and only became the appearance of the person in front of him.
"Well, Dad, can you give me your beard?" Changing the subject, Agarth tentatively put forward his humble request.
"What's the price?" Grindelwald narrowed his eyes. "You cut off my beard, and I'll cut off your hair."
"I don't..." Before Agarth could finish his words, his beautiful long red hair fell off his forehead with a "swish".
A few seconds later, Agarth looked at his bald, slippery forehead, and then looked at Grindelwald who was smiling beside him.
Suddenly he burst into tears. Agarth, 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 chop him off again.
"I have to say, Agarth, your magic is very useful." Grindelwald waved his hand to control Agarth who was screaming at the moment, "Since you have learned how to use magic without telling me, then starting from tomorrow morning, get up on time at 8 o'clock. Our class is about to begin."
"Then I will teach you the first magic today, stupefied."
"..." You xx. Before he fainted, the only thing that flashed through Agarth's mind was this classic curse, who the hell taught him that the first magic was a fainting spell.
"Kaka."
"Master, master." Kaka appeared in the corner of the study with his head hung.
"When did Agarth learn to cast spells without a wand?" Grindelwald carried Agarth 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 Protego." 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 Agarth.
Grindelwald was silent for a moment, "Wenda is here, just wake this kid up and take him back to his room now."
"Yes, Master." Kaka replied, bending down, then stretched out his right hand to hold Agarth's small hand and disappeared into the room.