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

Ron paced back and forth on the grass outside the castle, saying angrily, "You saw it! You saw it!"

"George and Fred are his friends!"

"He actually let Malfoy say such things!"

"I thought he was a good person, but it turns out he's just like those Slytherins!"

Hermione stopped Ron who was walking back and forth, "Ron, calm down first."

"Ron, I don't think Agas is that kind of person. He even let that big guy stop you and Malfoy today."

"But he clearly saw it! It was Malfoy who started it!" Ron objected loudly.

Not far away, Rolf, who was teasing the increasingly fat Wen Qi Te in his arms and listening to everything openly, frowned.

He held Venkate and approached Ron and the other two.

"Um, you mentioned Agas just now?"

Harry and the other two looked at Rolf, who was wearing a Hufflepuff robe, had curly brown hair, and was holding a big fat cat in his arms.

"Rolf Scamander, perhaps you have heard me from Ron."

Rolf noticed the defensive looks of Harry and Hermione. He smiled shyly and stopped there, not approaching the three of them again.

"Agas is a man who values ​​his friends very much. Perhaps you can take a good look and see if the Malfoy you are talking about will suffer any misfortune."

Rolf did not explain what happened to them, but smiled and told them about Agas's character.

After all, people who have never gotten along with Agas will only think that he is a person with a perverse personality.

However, only those who have lived with Agas for a long time know that Agas is a sentimental person.

Although he never said it, Agas was a person who should be judged not by what he said but by what he did.

Even though Agarth was a Slytherin.

After listening to Rolf's words, Harry and the other two fell silent. They looked at Rolf's back as he walked away holding the fat cat in their arms without saying a word.

Harry patted Ron's shoulder gently. "Ron, I know you are sad about what happened to George and Fred, but Mr. Scamander is right."

"Ron, I once saw a few of them traveling in the Muggle world during the holidays." Hermione thought for a moment, "He seemed to have a good relationship with your brothers."

Ron pursed his lips, thinking that Agas had indeed had a good relationship with his family over the years.

However, he still couldn't accept Agas who just sat in the chair without saying a word.

Rolf left and carried Vincent to the base camp of the group, the grassland next to the Black Lake.

As expected, I saw Agas lying under a big tree, and Reino leaning against the tree reading a book next to him.

"Agas, is there no way you can save George and Fred?"

He sat down next to Agas, and Vincent in his arms had already fallen into Agas's hair and rubbed his cheek.

"It's not time yet." Agas explained.

"Rolf, stay out at night and don't go to the Forbidden Forest again."

Agas opened his eyes and looked at Rolf. The cautious look in his eyes made Rolf nod involuntarily.

Agas didn't understand why George and Fred got into trouble this time.

They are pure blood.

He looked for reasons and found only one possibility, because George and Fred were close to him.

Only Dumbledore and Voldemort himself knew how much the younger version of Voldemort hated Dumbledore.

Not to mention the remnant soul in the diary. If he gets angry, anything is possible.

Who will be the next one to get into trouble?

Rheino, or Rolf.

Or was it himself?

*

In school, rumors that the contents of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets were used to cleanse all wizards of impure blood made students more and more afraid.

Especially some half-blood and Muggle-born children.

One day at noon, Lockhart gathered all the faculty and staff. He looked at Dumbledore and said, "Principal Dumbledore, you know, some bad things have happened recently. Maybe we can set up a dueling club and conduct dueling lessons so that students can have the ability to protect themselves."

The lenses on Dumbledore's nose flashed. He thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Professor Lockhart's suggestion is very good. I agree with it."

Professor McGonagall next to him sneered at this. How could someone who couldn't understand a normal class actually want to set up a dueling club?

She said disapprovingly, "Professor Lockhart, you have to know that dueling is not a game of house."

"Of course, of course!" Lockhart showed his standard smile, his teeth shining, "So, when I start teaching duels, I need a professor to help me."

He looked at Dumbledore expectantly: "I wonder if you agree, Headmaster?"

"Of course I agree."

Dumbledore ignored the disapproval in Professor McGonagall's eyes, "But Professor Lockhart, which professor would you like to help you?"

"Filius is a master duelist, and Minerva is no less skilled in dueling, but we don't need to involve them in any major combat for our teaching."

Lockhart praised the two professors. After seeing the proud expressions of Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall, he pointed at Snape and said, "So, I ask Severus to be my assistant and teach with me this time."

Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged. He looked at Snape and said, "Severus, what do you think?"

Snape said nothing, looking Dumbledore in the eyes.

After a moment, he said simply, "Okay."

Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall, who had once duelled privately with Snape, looked at each other.

Snape rarely demonstrates his dueling skills in public, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to do it.

Although both of them won more in private duels with Snape, that was only because they had more experience. If they gave Snape more time, they might not necessarily win.

I'm afraid Lockhart thought that this thin-looking Potions Professor was not good at spells.

Everyone picks the softest persimmons to squeeze, but this guy picked a hard one.

The next day, the school established a duel club, and the announcement of a duel class on Friday afternoon made the students excited.

The students' enthusiasm for the duel greatly dispelled their fear.

On the Friday when the duel course was held, the students arrived at the auditorium to find that a high platform had been built in the auditorium that was originally filled with tables and chairs.

But the person standing in the middle of the platform was not Professor Flitwick or Professor Dumbledore as they expected.

Instead, it was Lockhart with his bared teeth.

"Welcome! Welcome everyone!"

Lockhart was dressed like a butterfly, and he straightened his dueling suit for today.

"I believe everyone knows about the terrible things that happened in the school recently. Headmaster Dumbledore allowed me to set up a small dueling club to carry out this dueling teaching, allowing me to train everyone..."