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

"Albus, are you full?"

Sitting in a children's chair, with a small bib around his neck, Agast, with greasy food all over his face, was pouting his little mouth and looking at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore sighed helplessly, then picked up the handkerchief at hand, covered Agast's pouting mouth, and wiped it gently back and forth.

"I'm full, Agas, do you want more?"

"Yes!" Agas put his greasy little hands on his belly and patted it.

My belly made a "bang bang" sound when I patted it.

Then, he stretched his little hand forward, trying to get closer to the plate of grilled fish balls in front of Dumbledore.

"Albus! Albus! I love this!"

"Okay, okay." Dumbledore brought the plate of grilled fish balls directly to Agas.

"Albus, I love this, too."

Grindelwald held up his missed fork and looked at Dumbledore.

"Why are you fighting with the kids for food? Eat something else."

Dumbledore didn't even raise his head and continued to serve the current young master Agarth.

Agas squinted his eyes, ate the food in his mouth, and made a sound: "Delicious! Really delicious! Albus, you feed it so well!"

Then he glanced at Grindelwald with his little eyes and a silly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Gellert, if you want to eat, you can let Albus feed you."

"like this!"

"Aww!"

Agas grabbed Dumbledore's hand with his greasy paws and took a big bite of the grilled fish ball on his spoon.

"Brat." Grindelwald lowered his head and gritted his teeth as he took a bite of something unknown.

Then I spit it out because it was too spicy.

"Albus, you should go feed Gellert."

Agarth climbed up the edge of the table, stood up from his chair, and took a look at what Grindelwald had vomited.

With a look of disdain, he said: "You are so grown up, and you still mistake ginger for meat when eating."

"Gellert can't leave you, so you should go and feed him."

"Trust me, I can eat it by myself!" He raised his left hand to prove it, and with a spoon in his right hand, he picked out some large pieces of ginger from the plate one by one and placed them on the table.

Then he ate the hodgepodge of everything on the plate in front of him with big mouthfuls.

When Grindelwald heard what Agarth said, he looked at Dumbledore expectantly, his eyes lit up, then he opened his mouth slightly and let out a soft "ah".

Dumbledore's hand froze.

He had thought Grindelwald would be shameless, but he hadn't expected him to be this shameless.

The two of them just stared at each other in a stalemate without saying anything.

Agas, who was eating hard, touched his stomach and said, "My stomach feels like it's going to explode."

Then he frowned at the unfinished hodgepodge in front of him.

Agas put down the spoon in his right hand, put both hands on the plate, and scooped two or three handfuls of mashed potatoes from another plate.

Finally, mix the mashed potatoes and the food on the plate into a ball.

"Albus, aren't you going to feed Gellert? His mouth is so wide open."

Dumbledore clenched his right hand and glanced down at Agarth.

"He will eat it by himself, don't worry."

Agas nodded thoughtfully.

"Gellert, would you like Albus to feed you?"

Grindelwald ignored the brat.

He just looked at Dumbledore with grievance.

He never had enough to eat these days.

Every time we eat, the whole table is a mess.

Agas was very dirty when he ate. Either there was grease here or there were his paw prints on that plate.

As a result, every time I ate, it was like scratching a lottery ticket. I had no idea whether the food I picked up had Agas's claw marks or the mixture he brought from the previous dish to the next.

This was unbearable for Grindelwald, who had a severe obsession with cleanliness.

But Dumbledore felt that this was how Agarth should be when he was young, not the little adult he had been before.

So he tolerated Agas's actions.

Seeing that Grindelwald ignored him, Agas asked again in a loud voice: "Would you like Albus to feed you?"

"Of course I am willing." Grindelwald glared at him. Don't think he doesn't know. This brat is not without memory, it's just that his personality has become strange.

Normal people still have the ability to think.

"Then you want it~"

"Open your mouth wide~" Agas opened his mouth wide and demonstrated to Grindelwald.

"Ah." Grindelwald was silent.

Then, imitating Agarth, he opened his mouth slightly towards Dumbledore.

Just as Dumbledore was about to compromise and hand the grilled fish balls to Grindelwald's mouth.

A round, colorful sphere flew into Grindelwald's mouth in a parabola from the side, blocking his wide-open mouth tightly.

"One hit! Yeah!"

Agas threw the food mixed with the leftovers on the table into Grindelwald's wide-open mouth.

Dumbledore looked at Argarth in disbelief, then his eyes moved back and forth between Grindelwald and Argarth.

He wasn't seeing things, was he?

no?

Didn’t he just ask me to feed him?

Grindelwald, expressionless, spat the food that was stuffing his mouth into the plate.

Then, trying to suppress his anger, he pretended to be calm and said to Dumbledore: "Albus, did you see it?"

"Does this prove what I said?"

"Beating them up would be more effective, right?"

"Do you want to step aside?"

He spoke out what he wanted to express word by word.

Dumbledore was hesitantly helped up from his chair.

Slowly, without any self-will, inexplicably, I returned to the bedroom.

"Ahhh, wah wah wah!"

In an instant, as he stepped into the bedroom, he heard Agas crying downstairs.

"You have no moral principles! You will be damned!"

Agas wiped his tears with his greasy right hand.

He rubbed his swollen butt with his left hand.

"I asked you everything!"

"Do you want Albus to feed you?"

"You said you wanted it!"

"I fed you!"

"You said yes, yes, yes, yes!"

"I'm talking about Albus! Not you!" Grindelwald waved his wand and slapped the raised wooden board on the ground onto Agarth's butt again.

"Agarth Albus Grindelwald!!" Agarth shouted, repeating his name several times.

"Me too Albus! Me too!"

Upstairs, Albus Dumbledore, who was listening quietly, put his hands on his chest to calm himself, and closed the door of the room with a "click".

Gellert was right, he still had to be beaten.