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

"Agas, come back to your senses." Dumbledore sighed and pulled Agas, who was still standing there in a daze with a swollen mouth.

"Ah." Agas pointed to his sausage mouth.

Isn't it just that we were too excited just now and clapped too loudly?

Didn't you just embarrass yourself in front of Aberforth?

He actually used the medicine powder I made to play a trick on me.

"Aberforth, please help me take Agarth down first."

Dumbledore looked at Aberforth.

Aberforth, who always retorted to whatever Dumbledore said in the past, did not refute this time.

Instead, he stared at Agas with interest and nodded.

"Ah!" Agas pointed to his lips again.

Just now, Grindelwald took away the antidote in his ring.

It hurts to open my mouth.

At this moment, Agas actually began to regret that he had created such a disgusting thing.

Dumbledore snatched the potion from Grindelwald's hand and threw it to Agarth.

Agarth took the potion, glared at Grindelwald, and then followed Aberforth downstairs.

It was not until he saw Agarth leave that Grindelwald seemed to have let out a sigh of relief. He leaned his hands on the table and did not wait for Dumbledore to approach him.

He raised his voice and said, "Albus, I have to go to Albania. I found the trace of that man."

After saying that, the person left.

Dumbledore stood still.

After a while, he picked up the tattered locket and walked to where Grindelwald had just stood.

He stretched out his hand and touched the table, which was covered with indentations from strong pressure and a few drops of water.

As he spent every day with Grindelwald, he discovered that something was wrong with Grindelwald earlier than Agast.

He thought that Grindelwald wanted to use Agarth to get close to him and repeat what he had not done before.

So today, I took the initiative to hand the locket to him to test him.

However, from beginning to end, he was actively and positively destroying the Horcruxes.

Gellert, what are you hiding?

Dumbledore wiped away the traces left by Grindelwald, sat quietly in the chair, and looked at Ariana.

Grindelwald Apparated away and came to a property he bought in Hogsmeade.

He coughed and looked in the mirror, seeing the fine lines at the corners of his eyes and his aging face.

Breathing softly, lying on the bed.

How many more are there?

All he saw was the locket, the ring, and, Harry Potter.

*

Agas looked at the cup in front of him with disdain.

"No clean cups?"

"No, it's up to you if you want to drink it," said Aberforth.

Agas moved his hand, and finally, he took it back.

"Then I won't drink."

It was too dirty. The old dirt on the cup was not cleaned off. I guess the previous customer finished drinking the wine and the cup was filled with wine and given to the next person without even washing it.

Aberforth's beard twitched with anger.

He grabbed the cup and rinsed it vigorously, then shook it in front of Agas' eyes. When he saw him nod, he was about to add water.

Then I heard the kid in front of me say, "I want butter beer."

"Children can't drink."

“Butterbeer.”

"Only ice water."

"I know Grindelwald's secret, the kind that can make people laugh at him for the rest of their lives."

"boom."

A full, bubbling glass of butterbeer slammed onto the table in front of Agas.

Aberforth stroked his beard, then sat opposite Agarth, took out the familiar, disgusting dirty handkerchief, and wiped a pile of dirty wine glasses beside him.

"Aren't you going to wash these cups before you wipe them?"

Agas frowned.

"I washed it."

Aberforth picked up a cup and shook it so that Argas could see the water stains on it.

Then, while wiping it, he said casually, "What a secret."

"Oh~" Agas put his mouth close to the beer and took a sip.

"It's a secret."

He smiled and said, "I can't tell people with beards apart, so I shaved Albus and Gellert's beards."

"You little brat, are you kidding me?" Aberforth threw his handkerchief.

"I just said Grindelwald, not which Grindelwald."

Agas took the butterbeer in his hand and drank it in one gulp.

Then he climbed in from the bar with ease and sat next to Aberforth.

"Have you been to the East?" He changed the subject quickly.

Aberforth had no idea what Agarth was trying to say, but shook his head all the same.

"No."

"Do you have a wife?"

"No." The sound of teeth colliding was heard.

"Do you want a wife or not?"

"No!" Aberforth shouted.

He shouldn't have given this kid butterbeer. He looked drunk from the dazed look in his eyes.

"Oh, okay, I'll find one for you." Agas yawned.

Then, the blue eyes, steaming, looked at Aberforth.

"Have you ever heard of the saying that love is made in heaven?"

Aberforth softened his tone a little when he saw the child's red cheeks and eyes.

Although, he does look a lot like Albus, his personality is not like him.

He replied softly, "No."

"I've heard of it!" Agas raised his hand.

"But I don't have any string!"

"I'll lend it to you?" Aberforth prepared to get up and look for his workbox.

Suddenly, a sharp blade flashed past his chin.

Gray, with a thick beard.

It fell into the hands of Agas.

"You're better than Gellert! Thank you!"

Agassiz gathered his beard in his hands.

He climbed out swiftly.

Then, using the household magic learned at the Weasleys', he braided Aberforth's beard into a long rope.

All this happened in just a few minutes.

Aberforth slowly stroked his ragged beard.

With trembling right hand, he raised the wand on the table and pointed it at Agas.

"Aberforth!" Dumbledore, who came down from upstairs, saw Aberforth raising his wand, and his figure flashed and stood in front of Aberforth.

"Aberforth, don't get excited..."

He saw that his brother's beard, which was longer than his own before, now had an uneven shape at the end, bursting out like a flower.

"Aberforth, perhaps, there is some misunderstanding." Dumbledore approached him and held his hand.

"A hundred years of love binds two hearts together, and a thousand miles of destiny are tied together by a thread." Agas held up the long rope in his hand, sang loudly, walked past the two people, and walked out of the bar.

Aberforth began to struggle with his right hand, trying to break free from Dumbledore's control.

"He did it on purpose! Albus, let me go! I will make him suffer!"

"calm down!"

"Aberforth, I found a wife for you." Agarth tied a young man to one end of the long rope in his hand. He ran to Aberforth and tied the other end to his left hand.

"A thousand miles of marriage is brought together by a thread, no need to thank me."

After saying that, he threw himself into Dumbledore's arms and fell asleep.