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

"biu! biu! biubiubiu!"

Fred closed his eyes and raised his wand to the needle on the table, making strange noises.

However, his actions did not have any effect.

The silver needle on the table remained motionless, and it flashed a different light under the slanting sunlight.

"Chi." Warrington straightened his back and waved his wand at the silver needles in front of him.

Under his spell, the silver needle changed gradually and finally turned into a silver snake badge.

Fred rolled his eyes and turned his back, ignoring the guy who was looking for trouble, but he took out a small red wooden ball from his arms and threw it into the hat on the Warrington College robe.

Agas, who witnessed everything, took a look at the small ball and grinned.

Remember the effect of Laki's blood, it gave off a strange stench.

I felt that the blood was of no use, so I gave it to the twins to play with during the days I was at the Weasleys'.

The two men learned some wood-making techniques and directly made a box of small wooden balls.

As a result, Ron was scolded countless times by Mrs. Weasley during that period.

That's right, these two unscrupulous brothers did not make wooden items in their own rooms, but hid in Ron's room to do it.

Moreover, in order to prevent Mrs. Weasley from finding the box, the tools were hidden in Ron's room.

They said that Ron's room was so messy and it didn't matter if it smelled a little.

So, during those days, Mrs. Weasley searched for Ron's stinky socks in his room every day, and when she failed to find any, she scolded Ron.

When Agas saw the little ball now, he could imagine the stinking Slytherin dormitory.

He waved his wand happily, aiming it at the silver needle on the table.

Unfortunately, the silver needle did not change.

Professor McGonagall walked closer to Agas and encouraged him, "Try a few more times. Maybe you need to be more determined in your heart."

Agas nodded and waved his wand again.

"..."

It's so embarrassing. Why are they all looking at me? Facing his failed spell, Agas glanced at the eyes around him.

He stroked the wand in his hand again, and Miss Wand seemed to sense her master's embarrassment and shuddered slightly.

There was a hint of disappointment in Professor McGonagall's eyes, but she still encouraged Agastache to try.

Albus's Transfiguration is first-rate, so why is his child so bad at it?

However, after the whole class, not many students were able to make changes to the silver needle, only a few students could do it.

Agas looked at the number of people and felt that he was fine again.

You see, there are still many people who can't do it.

However, this transformation is really difficult.

Agas scratched his head in confusion, he just wanted to transform into his favorite stress-relieving artifact from his previous life - something made of poop, but why was there no change?

Obviously I was thinking so hard.

It’s a pity that George and Fred can’t broaden their horizons and see new things.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall does not use Legilimency on her students.

Fortunately, Agas didn't show up.

Otherwise, Professor McGonagall would twist his ear and go to Professor Dumbledore to complain.

"Okay, kids, go back to the dormitory and practice more. I will check your learning progress in the next class."

After the bell rang, Professor McGonagall told the students in the classroom to dismiss the get out of class.

At the same time, he looked at Agas with particular focus.

After receiving Professor McGonagall's signal, Agas buried his head in his shoulders, bent his waist slightly, and immediately slipped out through the back door as if he hadn't seen it.

Out of sight, out of sight.

"Mr. Lingle."

"Here!" Agas straightened up and responded.

He turned around, took two steps at a time, and walked to Professor McGonagall with a bitter face.

"Professor, is there anything else?"

Professor McGonagall thought for a moment before speaking to Agas: "Mr. Lingle, if you have any questions, you can ask Albus."

"Albus was my Transfiguration professor back then."

"His Transfiguration is more powerful than mine."

After saying that, Professor McGonagall nodded to Agas, and walked out of the classroom with the textbook.

After this class, she no longer had any hope for Agas's talent for transfiguration.

After all, no matter what I said, this guy just nodded and did it, but it didn't have any effect at all.

After two hours of classes, even the Weasley twins, who were not listening carefully, could make the silver needles produce slight changes.

But only Agas's silver needle remained unchanged.

Albus is so good at Transfiguration, so why are his children's grades so poor?

Professor McGonagall sighed as she walked and thought. For some reason, she suddenly thought of that guy Aberforth.

That's also a guy who is very bad at Transfiguration.

Could this be a genetic inheritance?

"Agas."

Grindelwald, standing at the door of the classroom, knocked on the door and waved to Agas.

"Are you looking for me?" Agas' eyes lit up and he came closer to him.

"......" Grindelwald was silent.

Have I raised a fool these years?

"No."

Agas' smiling face fell. If he didn't come to find me, why would he ask me to do something?

"Then what did you ask me to do?"

"Ahem." Grindelwald cleared his throat and handed the bag of gold Galleons to Agarth.

"The name of the store."

Only then did Agas realize why the person in front of him was looking for him, and nodded in understanding.

But I thought to myself, this is too hasty.

He just found out about this yesterday, and today he rushed to find me.

However, Agas did not take the bag in front of him. Instead, he raised his chin and crossed his arms.

"I want Brewster."

"No, he can't come here. Albus won't allow it."

Grindelwald refused without a second thought.

How big is Hogwarts? If Brewster comes over here and sweeps past with his tail, an entire building will be destroyed.

"Then ask yourself." Agas shook his head and sighed regretfully.

"Add a bag of Galleons." Grindelwald gritted his teeth.

"Five bags." Agas raised his hand and waved it in front of him.

His purpose had always been money. After all, Gellert was very stingy and only gave him a little each time.

I just bought some things and a bag was gone.

You can't blame Grindelwald for being stingy. After all, Agast earns less than he spends.

The money earned from this strange store is all used to satisfy Agas's strange shopping desire.

This guy either wants to buy a dragon or eat its meat, or collect a bunch of weird wood. It's no wonder that Grindelwald sets the prices of his store's merchandise so high, considering how much money he spends.

How can you raise a prodigal child without money?

"Here you go." Grindelwald took out four more bags from his arms.

"Hehe." Agas took the bag and put it into the ring without counting.

"A place called Second Hand Potions in Knockturn Alley."