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

"Albus, I think we should spend Christmas together."

Argas sat next to Dumbledore and reached out to pull his hair that fell on his shoulders.

Dumbledore smiled, picked up a cup of black tea and took a sip.

"Gellert and I are going somewhere this Christmas, and I am worried about you staying in Hogwarts alone."

Or rather, he was worried about letting Agas play alone.

Even when I'm watching over him, this child can still cause some small problems, let alone when I'm not at school.

He thought about Filius, who had been coming in and out of his office frequently in the past few months and had to drink a few glasses of ice water to calm down every time he came.

The veins on his forehead began to throb wildly.

No wonder Filius complained to himself about Agas.

After all, no professor could tolerate a group of students who didn't study spells seriously but instead raised their wands and shouted, "Gunara, the Dark Lord!"

Or maybe: "Balala the Fairies!"

Especially, late at night.

In any corridor, you can see several children lying under the windows, being coaxed by Agas.

It is said that bathing in the moonlight and absorbing the power of the Moon Goddess can better enhance magic power.

Minerva had caught countless students during her night patrols.

Gryffindor has the most children.

"Why aren't you talking?" Dumbledore looked at Agas in confusion.

The guy, who had grown a little bit older, was pursing his lips and humming, but he didn't open his mouth to respond to him.

She looked at him with a resentful look.

"Albus, I'm a good and considerate child."

Where to start? Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and sat down next to Dumbledore.

The layout of the current principal's office is somewhat different from the previous principal's office.

Inside the circular room, there is a simple rest area on the left side.

There is a small coffee table and a long red fabric sofa. On the opposite wall hangs a portrait of three people that Agas carefully scribbled and sewed into a painting.

Well, a tall, red stick figure, with two smaller stick figures snuggling in chairs.

Yes, stickman.

But Dumbledore loved it.

Every time Grindelwald sat on this sofa, he would inevitably see this eye-catching portrait.

"Be considerate, that's the kindness." Dumbledore put the teacup in his hand on the low table in front of him.

"Where are you going?" Agas didn't answer him, but asked something else.

"France."

The resentment in Agas' eyes intensified after hearing the answer.

France is so wonderful, the city of romance.

"Poor Agas."

"We will be back as soon as possible to accompany you..." Dumbledore reached out to touch Agarth's head.

"It's pitiful for a couple to go on their honeymoon without Agas."

"Pa!" The palm that was originally intended to caress and comfort fell vertically on the back of Agas' head.

He shouldn't have expected Agas's answer.

With a blank expression on his face, Dumbledore withdrew his hand and picked up the teacup.

"Hiss, ouch." Agas touched his head, made a breathing sound with his mouth, and glanced at Grindelwald who was watching the show next to him.

“Not for fun,” Grindelwald added.

"Then you must come back as soon as possible and spend Christmas with me."

In previous years, Grindelwald and Wenda spent Christmas with Agarth.

But this year, Grindelwald is not here.

If I went to the Burrow, Wenda would definitely not show up.

However, the two looked at each other and did not say the promise. They were not sure that they could get back before Christmas.

Seeing that the two had not changed their minds and were still determined to go to the Burrow to celebrate the holiday, Agas said goodbye to them and left the principal's office.

*

"Agas, are you sure?" Outside the castle, George, who was sitting on the grass, shouted to Agas who was walking towards him.

Agas nodded and sat down next to him.

"It's Christmas. I have to trouble Aunt Molly again. By the way, where's Fred?"

"Mom likes you very much. Here, over there."

George pointed to the grass not far away.

Fred was holding a box and talking to a group of girls sitting on the grass.

Agas thought about it.

"He's picking up girls?"

"..." George looked at him with an indescribable look.

"It seems not." Agas retracted his head.

"He's thinking about our great cause, and you think he's trying to pick up girls."

"speak English."

"Selling upgraded radiant look."

No wonder.

Just as he finished speaking, he saw Fred running back with a triumphant step, holding a box full of Galleons and Silver Sickles.

"All sold out?"

Fred nodded excitedly.

Put the box on the ground and count the money in it.

Agas also looked on curiously.

"Agas, you are really a genius." Fred said to Agas after counting the money.

Agas taught them how to make the potion, and he only charged 2 silver Sickles for each bottle sold.

But you have to know that they sell this bottle of potion for 1 gold galleon and 2 silver Sickles.

After deducting the costs, he and George earned more than their father's salary during this period.

But, unfortunately, some senior students now know how to make this potion.

So during this period, the two of them earned less and less money.

"That's great. With this money, we can buy mom a new dress and give Bill a better gift."

The year they entered school was the same year that the Weasley family's first son, Bill, graduated. After graduation, Bill went to work at Gringotts in Egypt.

The two always regretted not giving Bill a graduation gift.

Agas tilted his head and looked at the happy expressions on the two people's faces. Agas often saw this look.

Because, whenever they talk about their family, both of them will have this gentle and happy smile on their faces.

It's not the kind of laughter that comes from a successful prank, nor is it the excited laughter that comes from making money.

It was just a shallow smile, but one that radiated warmth all over the body.

Agas put his hand on his chest.

It was strange, he felt very strange.

My chest feels hot.

"Why are you grinning like an idiot?" After counting the money, the two brothers looked at Agas with a smile on his face.

Agas came back to his senses and said, "You are the ones who are laughing foolishly!"

The three of them fooled around for a while before pulling out a blank piece of parchment and spreading it out on the grass.

"Agas, we finally discovered the purpose of this parchment."

The two winked at Agas, then raised their wands and tapped the parchment.

"I solemnly swear that I have done nothing wrong!"

In an instant, black ink lines suddenly appeared on the originally blank parchment, from light to dark.