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

Dumbledore rubbed his sore forehead and looked away.

He was silent for a long time before turning to look at Agas.

"Agas, you are not a child anymore."

"So, wipe your mouth."

Dumbledore took out a handkerchief from his arms, looked at the mess on Agas' face, shook his head helplessly, and helped him wipe the food off his face.

As soon as the handkerchief touched Agas' cheek, Agas frowned.

He lowered his head, avoiding Dumbledore's handkerchief.

Pinching his nose, he said, "Albus, your handkerchief stinks!"

"How long has it been since I last washed?"

He looked at the handkerchief in Dumbledore's hand with disdain.

Dumbledore held up the handkerchief in confusion, "Gellert gave it to me today and said it was my handkerchief. You must give it back to me."

"Gellert, haven't you washed yet?"

Dumbledore spread out the handkerchief, and there was an oil stain in the center of it.

Agas tilted his head. The more he looked at this handkerchief, the more familiar it looked.

"Agarth gave it to me." Grindelwald opened his eyes and looked at Dumbledore.

"He said Albus used it and asked me to keep it well."

After Grindelwald said this, he realized something was wrong and stared at Dumbledore in silence.

"Used, Albus?" Dumbledore repeated.

He spread his handkerchief on the table, pointed at the oil stains on it and asked.

"Albus, used one?" He continued to ask Agas with a smile on his face and a hint of inflection.

"bbalabalabala." Agas took out his handkerchief to wipe his mouth and face, muttering.

"I don't understand." Grindelwald stood up, holding his wand and casting some spells in the corners of the room.

"Agarth Albus Grindelwald. Albus too."

"Albus used it, that's right."

Agas spread out the handkerchief he had used to wipe his mouth and placed it on the table.

Pointing to the two handkerchiefs with "Albus marks" on the table, he said, "If you don't want them, I'll take them away."

"Do you think you can walk?" Grindelwald stood behind Agas and spoke softly.

"No, can't I?" Agas swallowed.

"Don't scare him." Dumbledore cleaned the two handkerchiefs on the table and threw them back to Agarth.

"Agas, what happened?"

Back to business, Agas said with a serious expression, "I met Barty Crouch Jr. today."

"I saw a lot of different things, completely different from what we were supposed to have."

Agas' tone was tense.

Argas saw Snape die.

Snape died at the hands of Harry.

He didn't die at the hands of a snake, but from Harry's killing curse.

Agas took out his wand, walked to the Pensieve, and brought out everything he saw.

"Albus, the first one to die is no longer Cedric, but Snape."

Dumbledore and Grindelwald watched the Pensieve appear. They only saw a flash of green light, and Dumbledore's Potions Professor died in the Shrieking Shack.

"My experience tells me that your dean is not someone who won't resist."

Grindelwald looked at Snape who did not resist at all, and subconsciously felt that he was not Snape.

But Agas shook his head.

"If it was really Harry who wanted to kill him, he wouldn't resist."

Because Snape owed Harry this.

But that prophecy, even if Snape had not overheard it, would have reached Voldemort's ears.

There are simply too many loopholes in the Order of the Phoenix.

Dumbledore is not a god who can see through people's hearts, and he cannot guess what everyone is thinking.

For example, Peter Pettigrew.

Everyone thought he was a timid, mediocre guy.

But it was this guy who dealt a heavy blow to the Order of the Phoenix.

In the later stages, he was even able to find Voldemort and resurrect him.

Agas never underestimated Peter Pettigrew, even though he did hate the guy.

If it weren't for the fact that Voldemort's resurrection really required such a person, Agas would not show mercy.

"Agas, the future is just a warning, but don't believe him."

"Because once you believe it, you will be controlled by the future you see, and in the end you will find that all your efforts have only accelerated the process of moving towards the future you foresaw."

Grindelwald stretched out his finger and flicked Agarth's forehead.

Then pushed him out.

"Okay, don't disturb the rest time of us two old guys."

Agarth touched the red mark on his forehead and chose to listen to Grindelwald.

Because Grindelwald, as a loser, has the most say.

*

Agas collided violently with Harry at the corner of the corridor.

To be exact, Harry bumped into him.

Agas, who had become extremely thin during this semester, sat back.

Both of them fell to the ground.

Agas stood up, rubbed his tailbone, then looked at Harry, who looked pale, and stretched out his right hand: "Harry, don't you want to get up?"

"Oh sorry, Agas, I got distracted."

Harry licked his dry lips and stood up with the help of Agas.

"Anxious about your first game?"

Harry sighed, "Do you know what the first game was about?"

"It's a dragon." Agas replied.

Harry looked up at Agarth, then scratched the back of his head, "Yes, your Brewster is in the Forbidden Forest, he must know what it is."

"Agas, I don't have the strength to defeat a dragon."

Harry smiled wryly and shook his head.

Coupled with Ron's sarcasm and the crap produced by Malfoy and his group in recent times, Harry was really exhausted both physically and mentally.

"Harry, do you have something you're best at?"

"Does Quidditch count? Of course I know you don't pay attention to Quidditch."

Harry said as he followed Agarth.

"Dragons are not scary. What is scary is your fearful heart." Agast took out Dumbledore's faded reading glasses, put them on his nose, and said in a connoisseur's tone.

"Harry, I believe you can."

"And Harry, I can teach you a spell called 'Accio'."

Agas stopped and pointed to the library, "I'm here Harry, are you going to the library too?"

Harry shrank his neck, stepped back a few steps and said, "No, I have to go find Sirius."

"And, Agas, is there anything special about this spell?"

"Nothing special." Agas shook his head and waved his wand: "Harry Potter's glasses are flying over here."

"Shh!"

Harry's glasses flew from his face into Agarth's hands.

"I can only take your things."