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

I’m writing this at the beginning. I’m tired of writing the plot and I’m a little out of shape. This is more like a daily routine. It was when Agas was five years old.

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Nurmengard Castle, 1983.

Five-year-old Agas is a child who needs support to walk properly.

Because, short and small.

The living room on the second floor is very large. There is a bookcase next to the big sofa, and the lower half of the entire bookcase has been converted into a large drawer.

Agas held onto the wall and slowly moved to the side of the bookcase, "Kaka, help me open the drawer."

Agas gave instructions in a baby voice to Kaka who stretched out his hands nervously behind him.

Kaka snapped his fingers and the drawer popped out.

Agas stood on tiptoe, but he was too short. He flapped his short legs and climbed onto the edge of the drawer, but he couldn't see what was inside.

"Kaka, carry the little master in!" Kaka carried Agas into the drawer.

Agas nodded excitedly. Only Gellert could open this drawer, and Kaka didn't know what was inside.

But Agas knew!

It was filled with British Daily Prophet newspapers.

From many years ago to the latest newspaper this year.

Agas looked at the newspaper with a footprint on it after he sat down. He thought for a moment, took off his shoes and threw them away.

"Kaka, where are my scissors and my tool kit!"

Kaka immediately put the tool kit hanging on his body into the drawer.

Then, he looked at his little master who was having a lot of fun, and he laughed too. He looked at the time again and ran to the kitchen to prepare afternoon tea snacks.

Agas, with his little butt raised, was lying on a pile of newspapers, flipping through them one by one.

In his hand, the scissors, which had been specially modified to fit his chubby little hands, were moving quickly on the newspaper.

In less than a moment, he had cut out small sections from the newspaper one by one and piled them aside.

He crumpled the newspaper cuts into a ball and threw them away, and the drawer full of newspapers was slowly emptied as he was busy.

In the end, the drawer full of newspapers was left with only him and a pile of cut-out newspapers.

Agas clapped his hands in satisfaction, then leaned against the drawer and pulled out a large notebook and a box of luminous glue from the tool kit.

He pasted the cut newspapers on the big notebook one by one, and scribbled on it with colorful crayons from time to time.

The tender face was also rubbed dirty by the colored pen, "Hehe."

Agas grinned, his little belly trembling.

His development is too slow and his teeth have not grown in yet, especially his front teeth, which are empty.

And every time, Grindelwald saw it, he would pinch the fat on Agarth's face, look at his exposed gums and laugh loudly.

With Agas's efforts, all the newspaper scraps were pasted onto the thick book.

Agas held onto the inner wall of the drawer with both hands, trying to pick up the notebook, but instead sat back down.

"Kaka!" Agas looked at his soft limbs hatefully and called Kaka.

"Little master, have you finished your handicraft?" Kaka placed the snacks on the coffee table, then glanced at Agas who was sunken in the cabinet, snapped his fingers, and took Agas and his handicraft out of the drawer.

Agas's hand was still holding a corner of the notebook. He grinned excitedly, but then he remembered that he looked ugly without front teeth, so he quickly covered his mouth: "Kaka, Kaka, take me to Gellert!"

Kaka carefully pinched the corner of Agas's clothes, and the next second, the two appeared in front of Grindelwald.

Agas straightened his chest and held his head high, looking at Grindelwald who was sitting in front of him reading a newspaper: "Gellert, today is your birthday. Don't you want to know what gift Agas gave you?"

Grindelwald lowered his head, looked at the little man at his feet, stretched out two fingers to compare his height: "With your height, what can you give me?"

Agas snorted softly. He was the one who had a bad temper.

Then, he pointed to the big guy at his feet and said, "Don't you want to take a look? I spent a long, long time making this!"

Grindelwald raised the corner of his eyebrows, picked up Agas's collar with one hand, placed him on his lap, and picked up the notebook with the other hand.

"Etc., etc!"

Agas waved his arms, "You have to look at the gift yourself and appreciate it slowly!"

"I'm going back to sleep!" As he said this, he yawned. It wasn't just an act, he was really sleepy. After all, he was still growing.

"Just sleep here." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes and looked at Agas, and refused.

Then he placed him on the sofa next to him and covered him with a small blanket.

However, Agas, who was placed on the sofa, felt as if there was a fire burning under his buttocks. He rubbed against it and tossed and turned.

He didn't fall asleep at all, and from time to time he opened his eyes and secretly glanced at Grindelwald.

Grindelwald took a deep breath and opened the book.

Based on his past experience, he didn't think that Agas would give a good gift.

Then, as he flipped the pages, he let out a soft laugh, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he looked at Agas from time to time.

Agas, who was trying hard to pretend to be asleep, couldn't fall asleep when Grindelwald's laughter rang out. He carefully observed Grindelwald's expression, and after making sure that he was happy, he got up from the sofa and rubbed against him.

"Gellert, I knew you'd like it!"

Agas pointed to the cut-out, animated photo of Dumbledore in the notebook and said, "I cut up all the newspapers in a drawer and collected them together."

"Oh, is it."

"Of course, of course. Look! There's a surprise!" Agas patted the notebook lightly. "Turn off the light and take a look!"

Grindelwald held the notebook in his hand and waved his hand, plunging the room into darkness.

Suddenly, the whole book glowed. Agas immediately turned a page and pointed at the glowing Dumbledore: "Look, isn't it bright!"

Dumbledore on that page was looking in the direction of the camera with a smile on his face, and the page was emitting a faint green light.

Against the backdrop of the green light, Dumbledore's expression became strange.

And this is not just one page, it is a whole book, all lit with green light.

Veins bulged in Grindelwald's hands as he held the notebook.

He froze his smiling face and said faintly, "You said you cut up all the newspapers in the drawer?"

"Yes, look, my hands are all red." Agas stretched out his hands in front of him.

“All the photos are pasted on this book.”

"Of course! That way you don't have to flip through the newspaper every time. Just open the love book I made for you and you can see Albus."

Grindelwald put aside the green-glowing book in front of him and held Agast on his lap with both hands.

"How can I thank you?" He said this through gritted teeth.

Finally realizing that something was wrong, Agas slowly raised his head and saw Grindelwald with a gloomy face.

Agas looked at him for a while and said in a low voice, "It's your birthday. You can't hit a child."