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

"I'm on the right track!" Agas didn't look back and continued walking forward, but the sound of every step he took made a thumping sound.

"The principal's office is on the eighth floor." The person behind him put his hand on Agas' right shoulder.

Agas pursed his lips. When did he agree to go to the principal's office? He just said he would talk to him later.

"Okay." Grindelwald sighed. He had always treated Agas as a big boy, but forgot that he was also a child who needed care.

"It is indeed my mistake today, Agas. As a father, I should have sent you to school."

Agas moved his ears, curled the corners of his lips, and turned his face to the side that Grindelwald couldn't see, but he stopped moving forward.

Seeing that Agarth still ignored him, Grindelwald could only take out the ring that was confiscated by Dumbledore from his arms and shook it in front of Agarth.

"It seems that Agas doesn't appreciate my kindness."

As he spoke, Grindelwald shook his head, turned around, tossed the ring, and walked up a few steps.

But his slow movements were not as fast as Agas's.

When Agas saw the ring, he immediately followed it and snatched it back when the ring was thrown into the air.

My babies are back.

Agas blew on the ring, carefully observed the runes on it, nodded to confirm that it was his, then picked up his clothes to wipe it and put the ring back on his hand.

Then he raised his head and looked at Grindelwald with a strange look, while looking him up and down from head to toe.

"I know a treasure today, do you want to know?"

Grindelwald's forehead jumped, and he did not miss Agas's gaze. Based on his understanding of Agas, his heart told himself to refuse to know and refuse to understand.

However, as a prophet, his intuition told him that he would be very interested in what Agas would say next.

"Hello? Hello? Why aren't you talking?" Agas slapped Grindelwald's arm hard and stretched out his left hand, waving it left and right in front of Grindelwald's eyes as he was distracted.

This brat has really strong hands.

Grindelwald came to his senses and blocked Agarth's hand that seemed to be revengeful, but was actually revengeful.

"Tell me."

Agarth nodded and was about to speak when his ears suddenly moved and he blinked at Grindelwald.

"Are you sure you want me to say this here?"

Grindelwald noticed the movement at a corner earlier than Agast. He shook his head and walked up the ever-changing moving staircase first, arriving at a spiral escalator on the third floor.

Agas, who was following closely behind, smiled at the hiding figure before following.

The two took the spiral escalator directly to the entrance of the principal's office on the eighth floor.

The first thing he saw was an extremely ugly stone gargoyle. Grindelwald said to it, "Get out of the way."

The dull and stupid stone beast moved to the right very nimbly, but its stone eyes kept staring at Agas.

Although it is just a stone beast, it has clearly known in the past few days that the person in front of it should not be provoked.

Following him into the principal's office, Agas looked at the scene in front of him curiously. As soon as he entered the room, he could see the portraits of all the former Hogwarts principals hanging on the wall.

When these portraits saw a child who looked very similar to Dumbledore coming in, they stopped snoring and pretending to be asleep, and one by one they moved closer to the edge of the frame, magnifying their figures several times.

At the bottom of the picture frame, the words "Principal Phineas Nigellus Black" were marked. An old man with black hair, dark eyes, sparse eyebrows, and a goatee shouted loudly: "Hey, kid, come closer so I can see it clearly."

Although they knew from the portraits in the corridor that a child who looked exactly like Dumbledore had enrolled in the school, it was not as real as seeing it with their own eyes.

Agas turned a deaf ear to the discussions of the portraits and continued to admire everything in front of him.

In the spacious circular space, there were a few tables with spindly legs, on which were placed many strange and bizarre silverware, which would occasionally rotate and emit small puffs of smoke.

There was also a huge table with claw-shaped legs in the room. On a shelf behind the table, there sat a tattered, crumpled wizard's hat - the Sorting Hat.

In the center of the room, Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, looking up at the two people who had broken into the office without saying hello.

On a tall gilded branch nearby, Fox and Abu, who were standing on a branch combing their feathers, called out crisply and flapped their wings. One of them nestled in Agas' arms, while the other stood on Agas' hair.

"Agas, I thought you would go to Gryffindor." Dumbledore said to Agas whose hair was messed up by Abraham's peck.

"It's all his fault!" Agas pointed at the Sorting Hat and accused.

Dumbledore shook his head. He had just finished talking with the Sorting Hat, and he was absolutely convinced that Agarth belonged to Slytherin.

"Okay, tell me now, and go back soon after you're done." Grindelwald interrupted their conversation, pretending to walk forward a few steps unintentionally, inserting himself between the two people's gazes.

Only then did Agas remember what he wanted to say in the principal's office.

With an excited look on his face, he grinned, showing his eight teeth, and shouted: "Do you know what I saw in the mind of that beautiful female Slytherin prefect tonight!"

Dumbledore first recalled the appearance of this class of prefects, and the image of a girl with light blond hair, brown pupils, fair face and a cold expression flashed through his mind.

Beautiful indeed.

Grindelwald glanced at Dumbledore and glared at Agarth.

Agas received the cold stare, raised his right hand, and jumped in front of the two men.

"She actually knows where to buy the potion that can make people excited! I'll go buy a bottle later and see what it's made of. I'll give it to you guys when the time comes!"

As Agas spoke, his voice became more and more excited and louder.

The resounding speech made the spacious space echo with Agas's last words.

"For your use!"

"You use it!"

"use!"

Although the portraits on the wall have long since disappeared, the remaining memories can still help them understand the meaning of Agas' words.

Several headmasters realized the close relationship between the man who lived in the office these days and Dumbledore.

In an instant, the room was silent.

On the long table, the rotating silverware made a small "puff, puff" sound from time to time.

Dumbledore, who was struggling to catch his breath, clenched the quill in his hand, leaving sharp scratches on today's office documents.