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

George and Fred helped their brother, but this guy still didn't realize how cruel Agast was. The dumbest one in his family was Ron, and the second was Charlie.

Charlie, who was pulled into the carriage by the twins, scratched the back of his head and smiled kindly, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

He had heard from his mother that during the time that Agast had been at the Burrow, things had gotten very bad for him, George, and Fred.

Agas did not miss the look that flashed in Charlie's eyes and curled his lips slightly.

To be precise, there are no very stupid children in the Weasley family, except for Bill, whom he has never met. At the moment, Ron seems to be the dumbest.

"Charlie, how long will it take us to get to Hogwarts?" Fred tried to snatch the book from Percy's hand, but instead of getting it, he was slapped hard on the back of his hand. He withdrew his hand and took out a spider model that he and George had learned to make from Agast these days.

"We'll be there when it gets dark." Charlie took a look at the model in Fred's hand, then reached out and snatched it away.

This model looks pretty good, but it feels greasy to the touch.

"Where did you buy this?" Charlie smelled the strange smell on his hand and asked while holding up the spider model.

"This is not bought! Agas taught us to make this!" George also took out another giant red spider he made and handed it to Charlie.

"Why does this feel greasy?" Charlie held a model in one hand and looked at the oily sheen on it in surprise.

Agas clenched his fist and put it to his mouth, coughed lightly, blinked his eyes, looked out the window without saying a word, but his ears were perked up.

These are some plastic materials that I collected from the Muggle world. Those Gundam works in my previous life were so beautiful, weren’t they all made of plastic materials?

Agas did some further research, combining magic with these ordinary materials, and adding some runes, he was able to easily make these small models come alive.

It's just that there was a small accident.

"You're talking about this, oil!"

George and Fred looked at Charlie strangely. Couldn’t the good student tell what it was?

Percy, who heard the noise nearby, put away the book in his hand, picked up a model from Charlie's hand and played with it for a while.

"Is this my mother's cooking butter?" Percy was suspicious of the sticky feeling in his hand. It felt really strange.

George and Fred looked at each other and nodded.

Butter was indeed used at the beginning, but it was later discovered by Mrs. Weasley, who twisted her ears and scolded her again.

George and Fred never dared to steal butter from the kitchen again.

But Agas said that the model must be maintained with oil to look lifelike.

So, one night, when Agas got up to go to the bathroom, he saw George and Fred using the model to rub the oil off Ron's face.

As he rubbed it, he grinned in disgust and took out a piece of dusty cloth with extremely skillful movements to wipe every part of the model.

When Agas saw this scene, he thought about the fact that he had touched their models more than once, and he began to regret why he had come up with such a sentence to fool them.

"But why does it smell so strange?" Percy frowned and sniffed the model.

George and Fred grabbed their models back, and they felt really greasy in the hand.

The two men moved in unison, took out the handkerchief that was familiar to Agas from their pockets, and wiped the model.

vomit!

Agas felt nauseous.

He regretted it, regretted it so much. He shouldn't have thought of playing a prank on them. He came up with such a weird idea, which really played a prank on them and disgusted himself.

Even though the two of them would wipe Ron's face clean with a rag every time they rubbed it, no matter how hard they wiped, the greasiness was still absorbed into the plastic material over time.

No one noticed Agas's disgusted expression, only Charlie noticed it.

Thinking back to when Percy asked George and Fred what oil they were using, and the two little guys gave vague answers, he patted their backs in silence and wiped his hands clean.

It's probably not a good thing, you can tell from Agas's expression.

I'll go to the bathroom and wash my hands later.

Thinking of this, Charlie met Agas's understanding gaze, calmly withdrew his hand, smiled at Agas, and mouthed, "What oil?"

Confirmed, this is another old slut.

"Ron's, facial oil." Agas met Charlie's incredulous look and nodded affirmatively.

"What kind of oil is this? It doesn't smell like butter." Percy put his hand under his nose, sniffed carefully, and muttered to himself.

The two of them looked at Percy's hand at the same time, with a look of disgust on their lips.

George and Fred are so disgusting.

How could George and Fred not know that it was disgusting? They knew it, but they thought the oil on their faces was too disgusting, and then they thought of their little brother's dirty face, so wasn't this a reasonable use?

In addition, they also prepared a small handkerchief, and the two thought that as long as they wiped it clean, everything would be fine.

However, they never mentioned this to anyone.

Including Agas.

Far away in the headmaster's office of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, who was resting on the sofa, glanced at Grindelwald who was sitting on the other side.

"Agas is going to school today, didn't you go to see him off?"

"We'll see each other soon, what else do you need to give me?" Grindelwald continued flipping through the book in his hand and crossed his legs.

"That's different." Dumbledore pursed his lips.

He knew better than anyone else the admiration in Agast's eyes when he looked at Grindelwald.

Unlike his father who appeared halfway, Grindelwald is more important to Agarth than himself.

"Even if he has an extra lifetime of memories, he is still a child and still looks forward to his parents seeing him off."

Dumbledore also imitated Grindelwald's movements and crossed his legs. "Do you think he will look for you in front of the station?"

Grindelwald paused, flipped a few pages, and then closed the book.

Recently, he has been a little careless.

All I hoped for was a chance to live in peace with Albus and grow old together in harmony.

Now that the opportunity has come, we must manage it well.

"I will explain it to Agas, don't worry."

Dumbledore nodded when he heard him say this.

I have learned a lot of experience in raising children from Molly, and I can't let Agas and Gellert be disappointed in me as a father because of a small thing.

"Looking at the sky, they should be here soon. Come on, we should go to the auditorium and wait."