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

"No problem!" Agas nodded. Agas had only a little memory of the Gaunt Ring, but he remembered that there was a resurrection stone on the ring.

Otherwise, it was just a simple trap, how could the greatest white devil in the world, Dumbledore, fall into it?

After all, the temptation of the Resurrection Stone was too great for Dumbledore.

Time slowly became less noticeable in Agas' world, and in the blink of an eye it was May 7th.

On May 7th, Agas was awakened by Kaka early in the morning, and Kaka's sharp cry was still echoing in his mind.

"Kaka, be quiet." Agas grabbed a handful of messy hair, took out a small rubber band, and half-tied up his hair.

Then I got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

"My young master, your acceptance letter has arrived. It's on the table!"

"Are we there?" Agas yawned, quickly tidied himself up, and picked up the letter on the table.

However, when he opened the letter, it turned out to be an admission letter from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, not Hogwarts.

Agas was not surprised that Durmstrang would send him an acceptance letter.

After all, my surname is here, and this school has no reason to reject a German.

However, whether the German wizards welcome Agas's arrival is another matter.

The name Grindelwald has brought too much harm to some Muggle-born wizards.

"It's not from Hogwarts." Agas threw the letter back to Kaka, changed his clothes and went downstairs to eat.

Grindelwald, who had already sat at the dining table, eating and reading the Daily Prophet, raised his head and glanced at Agarth.

"Durmstrang?"

"Yes." Grindelwald heard it, nodded and continued eating. He was not worried that Hogwarts would not send a letter to Agarth. As long as that person saw it, he would definitely send an admission letter.

He would not let anything that he could not control out of his sight.

At this time, Dumbledore, who was far away in England, looked at Professor McGonagall, who was pushing the door open and was very excited. He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, picked up a lemon snowman and put it in his mouth.

"Minerva, what's got you so excited?"

"Albus, you must take a look at this name." Professor McGonagall wrote an admission letter based on the name that appeared in the admission book and placed it on Dumbledore's desk.

"Agarth Albus Grindelwald."

Dumbledore stood up in surprise when he saw the name in front of him.

"Moreover, this child is not in Britain." Having said that, Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore again. It was no wonder that Professor McGonagall would think too much about the last name Grindelwald.

"Minerva, you haven't asked Hagrid to send the owl yet?" asked Dumbledore.

"No, I took it here after I wrote down the name."

"It's not in the UK. It's in..." Dumbledore continued to read the letter, "It's in Austria, to Mr. Grindelwald in the restaurant on the first floor of Nurmengard Castle."

At this.

Dumbledore rubbed his fingers, thinking quietly.

"Albus, this letter?" Professor McGonagall was not sure whether to send out the acceptance letter, but as the vice-headmaster, she could not refuse any young wizard who was old enough to go to school.

Especially Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"It seems that I will have to trouble Minerva to take care of school affairs again recently." Dumbledore said to Professor McGonagall with a smile.

"I have to deliver this acceptance letter in person."

"Albus!" McGonagall wanted to stop Dumbledore from going to Austria alone, but seeing the old man's expression that would not tolerate any refusal, she could only utter one sentence: "Be careful and come back soon."

Dumbledore nodded and waved to Fawkes who was resting on a golden shelf nearby: "Fawkes, my old friend, it seems I have to trouble you to accompany me again this time."

Fawkes cried and flew to Dumbledore's shoulder. There was a flash of fire, and Dumbledore disappeared in front of McGonagall with the acceptance letter.

Mag sighed, turned around and went back to her office. She still had many notices for other students to write.

Long-distance space travel is a bit too much even for Dumbledore, who has such powerful magic.

Especially the Phoenix's space travel, which is not much better than the Apparition.

Dumbledore was brought by Fawkes to a forest outside Nurmengard, and was not moved directly to the castle gate.

Dumbledore held onto a big tree beside him and looked through the layers of trees at the castle hidden among them.

It no longer looks like it did decades ago. Instead, it is a bit run-down, with some of the outer walls in tatters.

It's like the people living in it, they no longer have the same glory as before.

Dumbledore was in a daze for a moment. How long had it been since he last set foot on this land?

More than 30 years? Or more than 40 years? I can’t remember, but the last time I saw that person was when I sent him here.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore touched his beard and did not use any magic. Instead, he walked slowly towards the castle step by step.

The distance was not far, but Dumbledore walked for a long time. Perhaps it was because he was old, Dumbledore laughed at himself.

But even though we walked slowly, we still got there.

At the entrance of the castle, Wenda, wearing a dark blue coat and with his hair tied up high, stood aside, silently watching Dumbledore walking slowly towards him.

"It seems that I will meet many old friends today?" Dumbledore smiled faintly.

"I dare not be your friend." Wenda sneered.

Gellert, such a proud man, but for the so-called friend in front of him, he still gave up his ideals.

Dumbledore ignored Wenda's ridicule and looked at the cursive words engraved on the wall beside the gate: "For the greater good."

The wall is mottled, and several cracks separate the connection between "For" and the following words.

Wenda followed Dumbledore's gaze and looked in that direction.

Wenda had a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, but he still managed a smile: "Please come in, Gellert is waiting for you."

Dumbledore was not surprised. Although both he and Grindelwald were old, he was afraid that Grindelwald would know of his coming as soon as he appeared near Nurmengard.

Ever since defeating Grindelwald that year, Dumbledore never thought that he would have the chance to meet him again.

I dare not see this person.

Even as he thought this, his steps did not stop. Instead, he walked forward firmly with his own consciousness.