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

Grindelwald stood in front of the French window in the second-floor living room, with his hands behind his back, looking downstairs at his former lover who had aged to the point that he could hardly recognize him, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Forty-three years, Albus, you are really cruel." Since being defeated by Dumbledore in 1945, Grindelwald has imprisoned himself in this political center he built during his most glorious period.

After that year, Grindelwald never saw Dumbledore again.

The only news was the British Wizarding Daily, where a few villains would occasionally spread rumors that Dumbledore was in control of the British wizarding world or that Dumbledore was about to become the British Minister of Magic.

Every time Grindelwald saw this, he found it very ridiculous.

If Albus really wanted to be Minister of Magic, who could stop him?

Even I would send it to him.

But he didn't want to.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed in that castle all this time, not even daring to see me.

Grindelwald thought about the gifts and letters he sent every birthday, but he never received a reply. He only saw the things he sent appear in the study intact the next day.

Albus, there is no one more cruel than you.

As if they had telepathy, Dumbledore suddenly raised his head as if he sensed something and met Grindelwald's eyes on the second floor.

He is old.

This is what Dumbledore was thinking at the moment.

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore's complicated eyes and suddenly burst into laughter.

You see, we are not young anymore. But in the end, you will still come to see me, even if you made me wait for so long.

Agas, who had just finished exercising and took a shower, looked at Grindelwald in confusion, as he was laughing and suddenly shed a tear.

What happened to this old man?

But when he followed Grindelwald's gaze and looked at the old man downstairs, Agas finally understood.

Although Grindelwald didn't show it over the years, Dad would be in a bad mood on the day after June 6th every year.

Coupled with the fact that there was a drawer in the study that was full of parchment letters that had never been opened, Agas could guess a little bit.

Wenda walked up to Dumbledore and held out his hand to the door, guiding him in.

Gellert, this man, finally comes to see you.

"Agarth." Grindelwald turned around and waved to Agarth.

"Bring me a bottle of radiance potion."

Agas rolled his eyes. Why is he still so concerned about his reputation at this age?

Although there was a hint of mockery in his heart, he still took out a bottle from the ring and gave it to Grindelwald. Time is unlovable. Compared with eleven years ago, he is indeed older.

Grindelwald looked more elegant after drinking the potion. He straightened his clothes, sat upright on the sofa, and waited quietly for the lover he had been thinking about for many years.

Dumbledore walked up the stairs step by step and entered the living room.

"Dumbledore, long time no see." Grindelwald was the first to break the silent atmosphere. He smiled and pointed to the seat beside him, motioning Dumbledore to sit down.

"Indeed, long time no see."

Agas looked at the old man who was wearing a silver-white robe, had a long white beard, wore glasses that partially blocked his azure blue pupils, but had a crooked nose.

Wenda waved his wand and handed Dumbledore a cup of coffee.

Dumbledore finally came to his senses and stirred the coffee with a spoon.

Grindelwald on the side lowered his eyes and took a look, then stood up and took out a bag of unopened sugar cubes from the drawer of the side cabinet, opened it and placed it in front of Dumbledore.

"Maybe you need this."

"Thank you." Dumbledore thanked politely and added sugar cubes to his coffee one by one.

"Agas, just like you, I like to add sugar." Grindelwald looked at the person who came here without saying a word about his purpose, and took the initiative to speak.

"Agarth?" Dumbledore remembered the main purpose of his coming to Nurmengard, to guide a child named Agarth Albus Grindelwald to school.

His last name was Grindelwald, his middle name was his own, and the letter was received here, so it was impossible for Dumbledore not to be alert.

Over the years, even though Grindelwald kept his promise and never left Nurmengard, his subordinates are still active in various countries.

It was as if they were waiting for their leader to walk out of this unguarded prison on his own.

"Aren't you here just for Agas?" Grindelwald said lightly. If it weren't for Agas, he might not be able to see him until his death.

Dumbledore continued to sip his coffee but said nothing.

Agas looked at the strange atmosphere in front of him. Shouldn't his eyes be filled with tears at this time? Shouldn't he start by explaining something to each other, and then we can resolve the grudge?

Isn’t this how all fan fiction was written in my previous life? What went wrong?

Moreover, according to the novels I have read about chasing wives to the crematorium, shouldn't there be forced love at this time?

Why is the atmosphere so cold?

Agas was a lively and active person to begin with, and he really couldn't stand the atmosphere of two old guys looking at each other but not saying a word.

He raised his hand quickly. A head popped out from behind the sofa and answered loudly: "Agas is here! What are you looking for Agas for?"

When Agas thought of this, he felt that he had to help his father find a wife. He sat down next to Dumbledore, took Dumbledore's hand and added: "Are you my mother?"

Agas: "Dad, why didn't you tell me that my mom was a beautiful old lady with a mustache?"

Grindelwald felt a strange "#" symbol rising on his forehead, and gritted his teeth and said, "The word is handsome, Agas."

Agas: "Okay, Dad, why didn't you tell me that Mom was a pretty little handsome guy?"

Upon learning that there was a child in Nurmengard on the admission book, the handsome little Dumbledore Owl, who hurried over to deliver the admission notice, looked at the little boy, um, little girl, um, child with blue pupils and short red hair in front of him with a stiff face, and fell silent.

"..." Grindelwald glanced at Dumbledore's expression, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

The atmosphere that I had worked so hard to create was completely destroyed by this damn kid.

Agas pursed his lips, looked at the two silent people, and then looked at the white beard in front of him: "Mom, your beard is quite nice, can you give it to me?"

Before he knew it, Agas had already shown off his beautiful beard to Grindelwald: "Look, Dad. Now your beard and Mom's beard can be entangled forever."

Then she took out Grindelwald's beard that she had shaved off a few years ago, and with her extremely deft little hands she braided a bracelet in the shape of the pigtails that she had learned from the little girl she was imprisoned with in her previous life.

While knitting, she sang: "You and I are entangled and flying, flying across this world, forever with you~Have you heard this song?"

Dumbledore: "…"

Grindelwald: "..."