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

Agas moved his fingers slightly, picked up the knife and fork on the table and scratched the plate in front of him.

The plates and knives and forks made a crackling sound when they collided with each other. For a moment, everyone at the long table, who had been quiet, turned their eyes to the two of them.

Agas glanced at the people around him, then turned slightly to stare at Warrington, "I like your mouth."

Warrington's brows were knotted. Is there something wrong with this kid's brain? Can't he understand what people say?

"Pure-bloods are noble from head to toe. How could a dirty half-blood like you know that?" Warrington said as he raised his head and sneered.

Agas nodded, picked up a piece of cheese sausage with a fork and put it into his mouth.

Soon he will know the benefits of being noble all over.

This year's Slytherin male student head, Fandy Parkinson, glanced at the teacher's seat and said indifferently: "Shut up, idiot."

Warrington's face turned red with anger and he stared at Agas who was sitting next to him.

He raised his knife and fork to block the food that Agas was about to pick up, and then laughed ostentatiously after seeing Agas withdraw his hands.

Agas rubbed his right fingers to shake off the remaining powder and tapped the plate with his left hand.

"Kaka, give me some of my favorite food."

And below the auditorium, in the kitchen on the basement floor.

Kaka, who was fighting with other house-elves for kitchen utensils to cook for his beloved little master, was pulling at his clothes excitedly.

"Master Agas knows Kaka is here! Kaka will prepare it for the master immediately!"

Kaka pushed aside the house-elf who was much thinner than himself, took out the ingredients, and directly occupied the stove.

"No one can stop the young master's request!"

The elf beside wiped his tears and did not dare to disobey the wizard's order. He could only stay beside Kaka and help pass the ingredients, but was driven away by Kaka.

Agas' voice was not loud, but not small either, just loud enough for everyone at the long table to hear clearly.

Everyone's expression changed and they looked at the classmates they had a good relationship with.

It is impossible for an ordinary wizard family to have house-elves at home. Obviously, this newborn who looks like Dumbledore has one at home.

And you can bring it to school.

Only a foolish Warrington would have thought he was a half-blood.

The head girl Yinlus Rozier, who was sitting diagonally opposite Agas, chewed the food in her mouth, Agas Ward Lingel.

He repeated Agas' name several times in his mind, and scratched the plate with the knife in his right hand.

Suddenly, he clenched the handle of the knife in his hand.

Grindelwald?

Yin Lus stared at Agas with her eyes wide open.

Although his family was only a branch of the Rosier family, he still knew something about the deeds of his distant aunt in France.

So, if you read Agas' name backwards, and add this look...

Is what grandma said really true?

My grandmother once pursued Dumbledore when she was young, but one year when she was out, she met Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who had just been expelled from Durmstrang, hanging out together.

From then on, grandma began to accept her grandpa's pursuit.

Yin Lu coughed lightly, and smiled with her stiff lips at Agas who was looking at her, but her eyes glanced towards the teacher's seat.

It shouldn't be possible. At this age, giving birth to an eleven-year-old. Well, it's not impossible. I seem to have heard that it is possible. Wizards' abilities last longer than Muggles'.

Agas blinked once, then again.

This beautiful female class leader has some advanced ideas in her mind. I’ll ask her later.

Hehe, I will tell Gellert later and threaten him to give me money.

Thinking of this, Agas took his plate and sat opposite the female class leader, and gave her a flattering smile.

As soon as Agas left his position, Warrington suddenly let out a scream.

"Ahh." This originally adorable child had a swollen mouth and kept scratching his lips with both hands.

But the more he scratched, the faster his lips swelled, and within a short while, he could no longer speak clearly.

She just slapped the table with tears in her eyes, attracting the attention of the professors.

Agas was holding the plate and eating the sweet and sour pork ribs that Kaka had put on the plate, while making a gasping sound.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss~ Noble, so noble!”

While mocking, he pouted his greasy little mouth and said vaguely but loudly:

"No wonder Agas is not noble, it turns out he doesn't have a pig mouth."

In the noisy environment, the Gryffindors near the Slytherin table could hear it clearly.

Suddenly, the laughter in the entire auditorium resounded through the sky.

"Warrington, is this the noble pure blood?"

A Gryffindor who obviously had a grudge against Warrington pouted his lips and picked up another piece of sausage between his lips.

"Is that so? Isn't it noble?" The guy named Mancas Lint asked the people around him while doing something weird.

He had just been on the same boat with this guy, Warrington, and he was a Muggle-born on the boat who had been mocked more than once by this guy. Now was a good opportunity for him to take revenge.

On the other side, Professor Snape strode down from the teacher's seat and glared coldly at Mancas Lint. The corners of his robe fluttered in the wind due to his big steps.

The noise gradually faded.

Professor Snape pressed his wand against Warrington's chin, lifted his lowered head, and looked at his swollen red lips and the snot flowing from his wildly dilated nose because he couldn't breathe through his mouth.

"Puch."

There is no doubt that it is Agas.

However, after being glared at by Dumbledore, Agas immediately covered his mouth with both hands.

"Poppy, please help me take a look." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with disgust, and he called to Madam Pomfrey who was outside the crowd.

"Let me in." Madam Pomfrey held up the corner of her dress and pushed aside the students who were blocking her way.

"Oh, boy, what did you eat?"

Madam Pomfrey glanced at Warrington in front of her, took out her wand and cast a healing spell, but it had no effect.

"What did you eat wrong?"

Warrington shook his head frantically, his right hand pointing in the direction of Agas, but he couldn't speak, and his nose expanded so quickly that he was so anxious that tears came out.

Being watched by everyone, Agas put down his hand and looked at Dumbledore. After he nodded, he pointed at his mouth and tried his best to pout.

"My mouth is greasy too." As she spoke, she pouted and approached Madam Pomfrey.

"Well, kid, what did you see him eat?"

"sausage."

As soon as Agas finished speaking, everyone's eyes were fixed on Warrington's lips, and the silent auditorium was filled with laughter again. No matter how the teachers shouted to stop it, it was useless.