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

"What are you doing?" Sirius squatted beside Agas, looking at his dirty appearance.

“Making a hammock.”

Agas glanced at the big guy next to him and continued weaving what he was doing.

"Bed? A place to sleep?"

“No, it’s a place to play.”

Agas quickened his pace.

Sirius, who was watching from the side, quickly lost his patience.

Then I saw George and Fred riding on brooms with few bristles and waving wooden sticks in their hands.

He also shouted and moved forward.

"I'm coming to play too. You know, I was a member of Gryffindor and a big player on the Quidditch team."

Then he ran to Arthur's utility room and picked up a broom that was about to rot.

Ride on.

"Oh~" He faced the wind.

then.

"Bang." He fell on his face.

"I told you not to play with the broom!"

Mrs. Weasley, who heard the noise, ran out with a feather duster in her hand.

Then he saw Sirius with his face buried in the ground.

"Sirius! I told you not to play Quidditch with them! They're not even in their second year yet!"

Lupin followed and wiped his hands, glancing at the dirty Sirius.

Then he said, "Don't worry, Molly."

"They little ones will be careful about their safety."

"Didn't you see it was Sirius who fell down? It's okay."

Mrs. Weasley thought about it, looked at the two people who were afraid to move in the air, nodded, and went back to the house.

That's right, I have never seen George and Fred fall off their brooms for no reason.

"Puff." Although Agas was working with his hands, his ears were shining.

"Moon Face! What nonsense are you talking about!"

Sirius grumbled angrily, then looked at the broom he had broken, as well as the brooms that Air George and the other man were riding.

"It must be the broom's problem!" After all, the broom he just rode was the worst one among the three.

At least the brooms George and Fred were sitting on had no cracks on their long handles.

Then he mumbled something, stood up, patted his robes, ran into the house, and left the burial ground.

Agas shook his head. After spending these days together, he finally understood why Professor Snape hated him so much.

Unlike Snape, who was always serious and methodical, Sirius was a man who acted on his own accord and did whatever he wanted.

Moreover, this person is very playful. Even after staying in a place like that for almost ten years, the pride in his bones has not been erased.

Yes, proud.

Even though he never shows it, his pride is evident in his every move.

Maybe this is why Snape and he don't like each other.

One, with inferiority in his heart, plunges into darkness; the other, with pride, chases after sunlight.

Likewise, they look down on each other.

Agas hung the woven hammock on the big guy.

"Hey big guy, this hammock, can you get it to the top of your branch and hold it open?"

Agas touched its trunk and discussed with it.

The big guy shook a bit, and the branches on the top moved downward, hooking the four ends of the hammock, pulling it to the top of the treetops, and slowly spreading it open.

Agas put his palms in front of his eyes and squinted at the rising hammock.

Through the sunlight that filtered through the gaps between the leaves, he saw glowing runes beneath the raised hammock.

On the other side, George and Fred, who were having fun with Ron, looked at each other.

Then he threw the stick in his hand upwards and into the arms of Ron, who was running between the two of them and being teased.

He flew on a broom to Agas's side and landed.

"Agas, what's so funny about this?"

The two men imitated Agas's movements, placing their hands in front of their eyes and observing.

"I call it that."

Agas had a serious face and his eyes were shining.

"I can never leave your bed."

The two were silent.

"George, let's go, continue playing with Ron, no, play with Ron."

Fred bumped George's shoulder.

"Let's go." Although the two said this, they did not move.

Argas bumped into the two men, then ran under the hammock and saw a rope hanging down from the hammock.

He grabbed the rope and pulled it hard.

Then he saw that he was suddenly pulled to the top of the tree and landed in the hammock.

He poked his head out of the hammock and looked at George, Fred, and Ron who was attracted over.

"Stay away and watch!"

"what?"

“Stay away!!!”

The three of them retreated frantically in tacit understanding.

Past experience told them that they would not go wrong if they stayed away from Agas.

Agas reached out and touched the hammock, and a light came out of the bed. He tied a thin rope from the hammock around his waist.

Then he staggered to the next one and jumped directly down.

The thin rope was not long and was slightly elastic, pulling Agas to prevent him from touching the ground, but the rebound force pulled him back into the hammock.

He used the force to stretch his legs and kicked, and his whole body flew from the hammock into the air, then fell back to the ground, and returned to the hammock, repeating this process over and over again.

"What is this! I want to play too!" George and Fred shouted and called down Agas who was having a great time.

Agas wiped the excited sweat off his face, told a few people how to play, then sat aside and watched them play.

On the other side, Sirius, who had bought several new brooms from Diagon Alley, rushed back to the garden holding the broom.

But he saw a few people making a toy that he had never seen before.

Sirius ran over to Agassi's side and threw the broom into his arms.

"Fred! George! I want to play this too!"

He jumped with excitement.

The two who heard Sirius's shouting finally had a great time and came down to teach Sirius how to play.

Next to him, Ron, who had never had the chance to play, silently pulled the rope and came to the hammock during the teaching.

While looking at the distance between the hammock and the ground with fear, he mustered up his courage and dived into the ground.

"Ron!!"

Several people covered their ears.

He looked at Mrs. Weasley who was running towards him with heavy steps.

"Sirius!! Why did you! Take them to play such a dangerous game!!"

Mrs. Weasley looked at Ron, who was leaping and falling through the air, screaming.

Only then did they notice Ron, who had been playing secretly.

"Ronald Weasley! You! Get down here right now!"

Mrs. Weasley raised her wand and shouted to Ron in the air.

"I! Ouch! Down! Ah! No! Ouch!"

The three people closest to her were facing her and slowly backing away before she came over.

And the culprit, Agas.

He had already picked up his tools and slipped back into the house.

I just don’t know and it has nothing to do with me.

Agas covered his ears and muttered to himself.