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

Agas looked at the wand in his hand. The wand was twisted and there were some tangled knots on it that had not been smoothed out.

It seems like it was left there on purpose and is very scratchy.

However, the place where the core of the stick should be placed at the base of the stick is empty.

It looks very strange.

He pouted, really disliking this ugly-looking wand.

However, I don't have any other wand to use.

Agas used his magic power and waved it.

Little did he know that the magic power would flow through the fingertips, through the base of the staff, and straight to the tip of the staff, emitting a dazzling light.

Agas glanced at the wand in his hand, then rubbed his fingertips, his eyes sparkling.

This feeling is so magical.

It was as if one's fingertips were part of the staff, replacing the core of the staff.

"Fluorescence."

This time, the magic power obeyed Agas's thoughts. It did not expand excessively, nor did it disappear. Instead, the light at the tip of the staff changed as his mind changed.

Agas jumped with excitement, holding up his newly acquired wand, and ran back to his dormitory.

Does this mean that every time I made the potion, I failed because I couldn't control the output of magic power, causing the potion to mutate?

He was eager to return to the dormitory to make a potion to verify his idea.

After all, he was able to make all kinds of powders, so it didn't make sense that a small potion would cause him to fail.

"Mr. Lingle."

As Agas was walking through the common room, a figure stood up from a chair and looked at him with a smile.

Agas stopped and put away the smile on his face.

He looked at the hypocritical Slytherin in front of him with an expressionless face.

"Prefect Parkinson, what is this?" Agas glanced at the group of purebloods surrounding him.

"Mr. Lingel, this time, we want to invite you to attend the Pureblood Family gathering next Friday night."

Parkinson's expression did not change, and he still smiled as he handed Agas an invitation card with a silver-green background and gold-plated lines.

Agas raised the end of his eyebrow.

With a slightly mocking tone: "Pure blood?"

"Yes, pure blood." Parkinson looked at Agas's unchanged expression and confirmed.

Agas took the invitation from him, flipped through it, and didn't refuse or agree, but just said, "I understand."

Then, he glanced at the purebloods around him and waved the invitation in his hand before leaving.

"Inviter: Agarth Albus Grindelwald."

These pure-blood families are quite well-informed.

Gellert only had to burn down Wallington Manor, and they could follow the clues to find out their true identity.

However, the reason why Albus did not reveal his last name was, firstly, that he wanted to prevent Grindelwald's former enemies from harming him, and secondly, that he was afraid that some fanatical saints would surround him and lead him down the path that he did not want Albus to take.

But now, it seems that I can't hide it anymore.

The smile on Agas's lips became more and more obvious.

He originally wanted to enter the school under his own name.

So, what would Albus do?

Whenever Agas thought of Albus's face with a headache, his jumping steps became even happier.

Hehe, as long as I can keep Albus busy and have no time to care about me, I can do whatever I want.

In the world outside Hogwarts, a group of leaders from pure-blood families were gathered together.

The timid head of the Warrington family, with a swollen face, said in a hoarse voice: "No one could have guessed that the descendants of Grindelwald would be so timid and hide their heads to enter Hogwarts."

"If your son hadn't been so stupid, he wouldn't have angered that person."

The other black-haired man brought a cold aura as soon as he spoke.

"Enough." The patriarch of the Parkinson family had a gloomy face and stared at Warrington with his sunken eyes.

His family was the hardest hit after the Warrington family.

Not only shops in the UK, but also family businesses in Germany and France have been affected.

If this continues, we will have to use the family's reserve fund to save the things we have lost.

This is not what he wants to see.

"You'd better ask your child to seek forgiveness from that person."

At this time, the patriarch did not know that his own child was the mastermind behind the framing of Agas.

Unfortunately, the several clan leaders who failed to reach an agreement quickly ended the meeting and left with their sleeves swung.

Purebloods are not invincible. Once their interests are touched, even the strongest team will fall apart.

Gellert only gave a small warning, and this group of seemingly indestructible pure-bloods were scattered.

*

"Gellert, Agas's identity has been revealed to the children under your command as per your request."

Grindelwald nodded at the two-sided mirror standing before him.

He crossed his hands under his chin, and his eyes flashed with brilliance.

"Wenda, I'm going to have to work hard on you from now on."

In the two-sided mirror, Wenda's graceful smile appeared on his face.

"Like you said, at least I can still bring a little help to Agas before I die."

Grindelwald smiled, nodded, and hung up the call.

He wanted to give Agas a fun magical world before he grew up.

Instead of being like it is now, a place full of devastation and holes everywhere.

At least, Albus would be able to spend the rest of his life without having to worry about these insignificant people.

Pure blood is the first knife he wields.

"Gellert." Dumbledore suddenly appeared in the office and looked at Grindelwald who was in a daze, and spoke softly.

"Albus, have you finished your business?"

Grindelwald came back to his senses and looked at Dumbledore, who had a sad face.

Dumbledore nodded, then shook his head.

"The current Minister of Magic, who is about to step down, felt that Peter Pettigrew should not have been killed and had him imprisoned in Azkaban."

"Equally, she was unwilling to admit to the public that the Ministry had made a mistake, but she released Black."

Grindelwald sneered, having already guessed what Dumbledore said.

A peaceful magical world is what politicians pursue, but the last thing these politicians want is to disrupt the state they have maintained with great difficulty.

And that idiot from the Black family is just an unlucky guy in this political world.

"No, Albus, you must explain the facts to the public!"

A portrait hanging on the wall shouted in protest.

"Although Sirius has been expelled from the Black family, he is still the last descendant of our family. I will not allow the Black family to have such a stigma."

The most unpopular Hogwarts headmaster in history, Phineas said in a hoarse voice.

Dumbledore was silent.

Grindelwald saw this and snorted coldly: "He has done his best to save your stupid offspring."

Phineas wanted to say something but was stopped by several principals beside him and his mouth was covered.

"At least, Mr. Black is still alive, Albus, so you don't have to feel guilty."

He leaned closer to Dumbledore, touched his cold hands, and spoke soothingly.