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

Aberforth glared at the two faces in front of him, especially Grindelwald's old face.

Then he looked at Agassi's face, which was exactly the same as Dumbledore's when he was young, and fell into deep thought.

How were two men born?

"Go up, she wants to see you too."

Aberforth looked at Dumbledore, who was standing behind the two men.

Dumbledore nodded, walked through the bar, went up the narrow and tattered wooden stairs on the side, and came to a large room on the second floor. The living room in the room was much better than the environment downstairs.

On the spacious wall hangs a huge portrait.

The portrait shows a young girl wearing a light blue robe.

The girl had dazzling blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a gentle smile on her lips.

"Albus, you haven't come to see me for a long time."

The girl smiled and moved closer to the frame before seeing Grindelwald and Agarth following behind Dumbledore.

"Two Albus?"

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head: "Anna, this is my child, Agas."

"Agas, this is Ariana."

Agas walked over to her frame so Ariana could get a good look at herself.

At the same time, he was also looking at the girl.

Ariana looked at the child in front of her and suddenly said, "Has Albus forgiven Mr. Grindelwald?"

Seeing her clear eyes, Agas nodded slowly.

Ariana then smiled and looked at Grindelwald: "Mr. Grindelwald, I have never blamed you. Please take good care of him."

Grindelwald nodded and turned away from her gaze.

During the time in Godrej Hollow, he always felt that the girl in front of him was Albus's greatest constraint.

He encouraged Albus to break away from the constraints of his family and leave here, or rather, he had never looked at this girl straight in the eye.

Ariana's pure gaze and the words she spoke so easily made it impossible for him to stay quietly in this place.

The guilt made it impossible for him to look Ariana in the eye.

"It's safe here, you know." After Ariana said this to Dumbledore, she continued reading the book in her hand.

Dumbledore took out the locket and placed it on the table.

Grindelwald walked around every corner of the living room, chanting some spells to prevent peeping, eavesdropping and to strengthen protection.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!" A strange sound came from Dumbledore's mouth.

Agas scratched his head, wondering why he couldn't understand what Dumbledore was saying.

"The password is wrong." Grindelwald said as he looked at the unresponsive locket.

Dumbledore closed his eyes and pressed his forehead lightly with his hands.

"Voldemort is a very suspicious and extremely arrogant person."

"He is proud that he is the only heir of Slytherin and the only one in the world who can use Parseltongue, so the password will not be difficult."

Grindelwald recalled the man in Dumbledore's memory, and suddenly, very firmly, he said, "Open it."

"Open it?" Dumbledore looked at him.

"Yeah, open it."

How simple.

"Hiss."

The locket suddenly flashed with light.

A black smoke floated out, and two figures appeared in the black smoke, and the sound of faint conversation could be heard from it.

Agas rubbed his eyes and slowly approached the two figures, trying to hear their conversation clearly.

"Agas is just a prophet I trained to save you."

"Gellert, will Agas die?"

"He was going to die for you."

"It's just one bloodline. As long as we are alive, there will be many descendants."

"Argas, did you hear that?" Dumbledore turned around and said to Argas.

Agas stopped dead in his tracks, the sound of the two people's constant communication echoing in his ears.

He covered his ears, trying to block out the sound, but it was no use.

Suddenly, a stream of black smoke floated by his side. The black smoke circled around him and said:

"No one loves you. You exist only because of me."

"Life is so tiring. Come on, wear me and I will help you get revenge."

"Put me on, let me help you."

Wear you?

"is fake."

"all fake."

He muttered to himself and looked carefully. There was no one in front of him, only the locket with black smoke coming out of it.

Grindelwald and Dumbledore, who were not affected by the locket, stood behind him.

Watching Agas approach the locket step by step.

When Dumbledore saw that Agas was gradually waking up, he smiled and asked:

"Agas, even though I haven't been with you for a long time, I won't let you sacrifice yourself to save me."

Grindelwald snorted coldly, not very satisfied with Agas's performance.

However, facing such a Horcrux that can create illusions and deceive people, for someone with weak magic power, Agas' performance was not too bad, and he woke up in time.

He waved his wand.

Agas, who was closest to the locket, was picked up by an invisible hand and pulled behind the two men.

"Stinky boy, I'll teach you a spell today."

"Fiendfire." For Grindelwald now, casting spells silently is a piece of cake for him.

Agas watched him cast the spell closely and repeated the spell he uttered.

He aimed at the locket and ignited a red flame.

The red flames surrounded the pendant box in a circle, just like a naughty child, not in a hurry to finish a task, but only focusing on the process of playing.

The flame slowly approached the locket and a crackling sound came from it.

After a while, a hoarse cry of pain pierced the ears of several people.

"I will never let you go!" A human face emerged from the red flames. The terrifying human face stared at the three people, roared, and turned into a wisp of black smoke, trying to get out of the flames and pounce on Agas, who had the weakest magic power.

"court death."

Grindelwald's face turned cold, and the flame that was originally dancing slowly suddenly rose up and swallowed the black smoke.

Agas raised his hands, and a pair of hands clapped vigorously.

"Brilliant."

Too pretentious.

It's really too pretentious.

Li Huo is like his child, he will hit wherever he is pointed.

No wonder it took so many people to contain the blaze he unleashed after he set Paris on fire.

Grindelwald looked at him speechlessly.

It wasn't enough that Agas translated it directly into his own praise.

"Clap, clap, clap!" The applause became louder.

"Quick, quack, quack!"

"Six six six!"

"I want to learn!"

"Hahahahahahahaha." Aberforth, who followed them in and had been standing next to Ariana, laughed out loud.

Especially, after seeing Grindelwald's increasingly dark face, he laughed even louder.

This child looks like Albus, but his personality is like me.

Aberforth stared at Argas and stroked his beard.