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

"Severus, how is it? Is Agassi okay?"

Dumbledore folded his hands and placed them on his lower abdomen, then spoke to Snape, who was sitting in his seat, feeding Agarth medicine with a dropper in one hand.

Snape put the dropper back into his trunk.

Then he pointed his finger at his eyes and said, "Dumbledore, do you see that?"

"what?"

"Did you see the dark circles under my eyes?"

Dumbledore looked at his dark eyes, greasy skin, and the dark circles under his eyes that had been there since he had known Snape, and remained silent.

"Do you know how hard it is to grade the entire school's papers, to endure those papers that are full of grammatical errors and mistakes?"

"Did you know that I am also responsible for brewing medicine for the school infirmary?"

"You know how it feels to be woken up by your stinky bird in the middle of the night."

"No, you don't know." He moved quickly and gathered his things.

Then there were bottles of various potions with various colors and strange smells left behind.

"He's fine. He won't die."

"I made these potions using his blood during this period."

“It may not be useful, but it will definitely be useful.”

Snape said a lot of things, and finally raised his chin slightly and looked straight at Dumbledore.

"Severus, you are my most powerful helper." Dumbledore pushed his glasses frame.

"You know that's not what I want to hear."

Snape did not leave immediately. Instead, he sat in his seat with his hands crossed on his chest.

"Thank you, Severus, Agas will be very touched."

"I know you guys appreciate me, but there's a better way to say thank you."

"I told you a few days ago about transferring Mr. Grindelwald to Gryffindor House, but you haven't responded to me yet."

Dumbledore stretched out his finger and tapped Agarth's head.

"Look how cute he looks now."

"I'm talking about transferring to another hospital."

"The feathers are also cute and bright red."

"Crack!"

Snape angrily backed away with the chair, then picked up his box, and with a "pop", he Apparated away.

"It's really difficult, isn't it, Agas." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, picked up a delicate handkerchief, and gently covered Agas' body with it.

Because Agas' body was too petite, Grindelwald found a box and filled it with soft and comfortable cotton.

Then, a luxurious and warm shack was built for Agas.

"Good night, Agas."

Dumbledore waved his wand gently, and the candle beside him went out quietly, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

He walked silently to the window and gazed quietly at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky.

The moonlight was as silver, casting a cool glow that shone through the window, illuminating his face which did not show the slightest change in expression.

The moonlight gradually darkened, as if shrouded by a mysterious veil.

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"Chiu~" With a crisp cry, Agast quickly took the food on Grindelwald's knife and fork and swallowed it into his stomach.

Then, the next second, he immediately vomited the food as if he had eaten something disgusting.

Moreover, he carefully and politely put the food from his stomach back into the spoon in Grindelwald's right hand.

"Agas!" Grindelwald put down the fork in his left hand and quickly reached out to catch Agas.

However, Argas, who had now learned to fly, flapped his wings and flew lightly onto Dumbledore's shoulder before he could reach out.

Then the wings continued to dance, pointing directly at the disgusting food on Grindelwald's plate.

An expression of grievance flashed across his little head, and he kept making noises in Dumbledore's ear with his sharp beak, the voice sometimes high-pitched and sometimes gentle.

"Okay, okay, I know, I know." Dumbledore was already very accustomed to this scene.

After Agas turned into a little phoenix, he seemed to have lost his previous memories.

Now Agas is like a little baby who needs to be coaxed and played with.

But for some reason, he loved to make Grindelwald angry, even though he clearly didn't like the food on Grindelwald's plate.

But every time, I have to grab it to eat.

It’s just that they snatched it, tasted it, and then “politely” returned it.

At the beginning, Grindelwald was able to catch Agarth and give him a good beating.

But ever since Agas learned to fly, and especially when he learned from Abu to attack people with fire, Grindelwald never caught him again.

"If you keep pampering him like this, he will become more and more arrogant."

Grindelwald waved his wand and used the Vanishing Charm, making the plate in front of him disappear along with the food.

Then, he picked up Dumbledore's plate and started eating.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"He's just a kid."

"Look, a child with beautiful feathers."

He stroked the small feathers on Agas' body.

As if he understood what Dumbledore said, Agas puffed out his little chest, flapped his wings, and made a cry in response.

"..."

Grindelwald finished his breakfast while Dumbledore was praising Agarth, wiped his mouth, and went to the study.

Instead of listening to his praise, he might as well find a way to help Agas recover as soon as possible.

"Agas, your friends care about you, so I invited them to my home. What do you think?"

Dumbledore asked, holding Agarth in his palm.

"How about this, you call me and I'll take it as your consent."

Although Agas didn't know what a friend was, his mind seemed to tell him that he couldn't agree.

So, Agas, now a little phoenix, closed his sharp beak tightly.

Silent.

"Oh, let me ask it another way."

Dumbledore suddenly realized.

"If you speak human words, I will take it as your refusal. If you don't speak human words, it means you agree."

He smiled, amusement flashing in his eyes.

He discovered a problem earlier than Grindelwald. Although Agast had no memories now, when he mentioned some names, Agast's reaction would be a little stronger.

So, inviting his friends to his home might also be a way for Agas to bring back his memories.

“Chirp chirp!!!”

Argas pounced on Dumbledore's hair and pecked at it madly.

"Hahahaha, Agas, you shouted. Look how excited you are. You must be eager to let your friends see your current little appearance."

"Don't worry, I will make sure your friends remember what you look like. No one will forget it."

"Oh, well, except you'll forget."