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

"Charlie, keep an eye on your brothers. Also, at the end of the semester, help me keep an eye on them and make sure they study hard." Mrs. Weasley leaned against the car window and shouted to Charlie inside.

"Mom, you don't trust me and George, but you also don't trust Percy?" Fred looked at her.

"Oh my boy, I have great faith in Charlie and Percy."

Mrs. Weasley looked at him with a toothy smile.

"So, it was you and George that I had Charlie keep an eye on."

"Mom, you are such a good mother to me."

"Thank you." The two looked at each other.

Then, the Weasleys stood at the station, waving at the Hogwarts Express as it honked and slowly moved away.

"My ears are about to be swollen from my mother's scolding." Fred exhaled.

"That's because you and George are always worrying." Percy said lightly while flipping through the books at hand.

Fred didn't say anything to him, just rolled his eyes.

If this guy hadn't always written letters to his mother to complain, how would his mother know what he and George did at school.

That's really not like Charlie at all.

No matter what he and George did, Charlie would never complain or lecture them.

"By the way, Agas! What exactly is the Horcrux mentioned in that letter that day?"

George couldn't understand what could have caused Professor Dumbledore's expression to change instantly.

He took the real locket and left.

They didn't stay in Grimmauld Place for long before they were taken home by their father.

As soon as Agas stopped eating his snacks, he saw several red-haired heads in the box turning towards him, and the freckles on their faces showed their curiosity.

"Agas, don't hide it from us like the adults did. Just let us know so that we can be on guard."

Seeing that Agas didn't want to talk, the smart Charlie stopped him from talking nonsense with just one sentence.

Agas sighed.

"A Horcrux is when a part of a wizard's soul is cut out and placed on an object of their choice."

"In this way, even if the wizard dies, or in other words, his original body dies, as long as the Horcrux is still there, he can be resurrected through this Horcrux."

"So that locket!" George looked at Agas.

Until I saw him nod.

"So, that person will come back sooner or later. He is not dead at all, right?"

The box fell into silence.

When Charlie was born, Voldemort's power was at its peak.

He would never forget the time when he and his mother went to Diagon Alley as a child and saw those fleeing wizards.

The once bustling and prosperous Diagon Alley has become a dilapidated building with deserted shops under several spells.

"Don't worry, if the sky falls, there will always be someone to hold it up."

Seeing that they all looked worried, Agas added another sentence.

"Besides, don't you trust Dumbledore?"

Yes, and Dumbledore.

Several people thought of Dumbledore, who now looked younger, and put away their worried expressions.

The noise from when people got on the bus returned to the compartment.

And Agas also focused his eyes on the scenery outside the window.

There was one thing he hadn't told Albus.

Ever since that day Albus knew about the "Horcrux" and took away the locket.

He saw a lot of things.

But not the future.

It's the past.

He doesn't know whether it is true or false, good or bad.

Agas was quiet, watching the changing scenery outside the window.

*

Dumbledore, who took the locket away, went straight into his office.

In front of the desk, on his left hand side was the "Collection of Ancient Spells" and on his right hand side was the "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic".

Many years ago, after learning of Sybill Trelawney's prophecy, he gave the books on the left to the Longbottoms and the Potters.

Tom chose the Potters' children as his rivals.

He knew that the prophecy could not be changed.

Such as the defeat of Grindelwald, the rise of the Muggle world, and the power of Muggle weapons, all happened as the prophecy said, and in the end, the prophecy was fulfilled.

So, he knew from the beginning that there would always be a family that would be torn apart because of this prophecy.

All he could do was follow the prophecy and do what he should do.

Lily, a girl with great maternal love.

She used the ancient spells recorded in the book she gave her to protect her child.

At the same time, Voldemort disappeared.

The Ministry of Magic joyfully announced Voldemort's death, knowing only to itself.

He's not dead.

After Voldemort's death, he visited many places where Voldemort had stayed when he was young. The more he understood him, the more he felt that it was impossible for him to die so easily.

And today, he finally verified his idea.

"Horcruxes."

Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed with fatigue. He grabbed the locket on the table expressionlessly and let out a long breath.

At least, he knew Voldemort's secret before he was resurrected.

He could still be on guard.

What he needs to do now is to find a way to get rid of the Horcrux.

"Albus." Grindelwald came out from the fireplace in the headmaster's office and stood next to Dumbledore and patted him on the shoulder.

"Niko got you back?"

Instead of putting the locket away, Dumbledore grabbed the locket and handed it to him.

"I missed you."

Grindelwald pulled out a handkerchief from his bosom, wrapped the locket in it and asked, "Where did you find this? It's disgusting."

"Agas, guided us to find it."

Grindelwald nodded.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes.

[No, Harry, your blood is far more precious than mine.]

He saw it, saw Albus cut open his palm, which was blackened by the curse.

【Harry, make sure I drink all this liquid.】

【Harry, don't, don't push me. 】

He saw the elderly Albus, sitting on the ground, begging for mercy but drinking cup after cup of poison.

Then he saw the boy taking away a locket that looked very similar to the one in front of him.

It turns out that this is the original story.

So, it was the boy named Harry who took the locket, not Black, and it was Albus who drank the poison, not Black.

And the discovery of the Horcrux was brought forward.

No wonder I suffered such a severe backlash when I was in France at that time.

Grindelwald opened his eyes and looked at Dumbledore's unharmed hands, then at his now much younger appearance.

"What are you thinking about? Is there any way to destroy this thing?" Dumbledore asked, meeting his gaze.

Grindelwald did not answer his question.

"Albus, I think Agas is right, you are very beautiful when you don't have a beard."

He smiled, very happily.