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

"Agas, stop hanging things on the Christmas tree!"

Aberforth glared at Agast who was making trouble nearby. They had just decorated the Christmas tree, but this brat had found a bunch of colorful balls from somewhere and was hanging them up one by one.

"Don't you see that the branches of this tree are about to split!"

Agas pursed his lips, pulled Aberforth back, pointed at the Christmas tree and looked at it from a distance.

"Look! This Christmas tree is much prettier than the ones you hung with ribbons before!"

Aberforth frowned and surveyed the Christmas tree.

Grindelwald found the tree from somewhere and placed it next to the fireplace, behind the sofa.

On the Christmas tree, there were not only ribbons decorated by Aberforth himself, but Dumbledore also hung several Honeydukes candy gift packs on the treetop.

In addition, every branch is evenly hung with colorful balls by Agastache.

“I think this looks good.”

Dumbledore winked at Agarth, approving of his aesthetic taste.

Agarth cocked his head arrogantly and looked at Aberforth.

"Look, look, you're the only one who thinks it doesn't look good."

Aberforth twitched his lips, not agreeing with the aesthetic taste of the father and son in front of him.

Then, I resigned myself to the idea of ​​redecorating the Christmas tree.

Instead, she picked up the flowers next to her, slowly made a wreath, and then hung it on the door.

In his memory, his mother would decorate the house like this every Christmas.

"I'll help too!" Agarth moved closer to Aberforth.

However, Aberforth turned around and faced Agarth.

"There are flowers over there, don't touch what I made."

"Stingy." Agas muttered, then gave up his disruptive behavior and walked to Grindelwald's side.

"Gellert, why haven't I seen you recently? What have you been doing?"

Agas probed casually.

Grindelwald raised his wand and made some old items in the room sparkle and shine.

As he walked, he said, "The youth potion has weakened our magic power too much. I'm looking into how to improve it."

"Professional matters should be left to professionals."

"There's a Potions Master in the school, and you don't even go and ask?"

"What a joke! That guy was nowhere to be found when I was brewing the potion."

Grindelwald sneered. He was very confident in his abilities.

"But, Professor Snape said that the youth potion you made wasted my blood."

Agas kicked a streamer at his feet, which had just floated over from Aberforth.

After Agas left, he ran to save the poor Christmas tree again.

When Grindelwald heard what Agarth said, his hand holding the wand froze.

He glanced at Agas.

"Then remember to give him more blood so that we can make a better one."

After saying this, he faced Agas, holding the wand in his right hand and tapping the palm of his left hand.

"That's good. I don't have to spend time reading books and brewing potions, and I can teach you more powerful magic."

"Before dinner starts, why don't we do some training?"

"Let's start." Agas, who suddenly smelled the aroma of food, pointed to the location of the restaurant and ran over there.

Dumbledore wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, walked into the restaurant, and enjoyed Christmas dinner with his family.

This was the first time in many years that he didn't spend Christmas at school.

After dinner, they cleaned up a corner of the living room, and Agas took out the Muggle record player and played music.

Accompanied by the firelight and pleasant music, Agas looked at the dancing figures beside the Christmas tree with sleepy eyes and slowly fell asleep leaning against the sofa.

"He fell asleep?"

"He gets very sleepy during meals."

"Merry Christmas, Aberforth."

"Merry Christmas, Albus, Gellert."

*

The holiday passed quickly and was over in the blink of an eye.

At the opening dinner, Dumbledore finished his speech and raised his glass to signal everyone to enjoy dinner.

After he finished speaking, the noisy voices of the audience immediately rang out.

"Why has Headmaster Dumbledore become like this?"

“Looks so handsome!”

"Is it a new potion?"

"A potion that can make people younger and more beautiful?"

Everyone was talking about Dumbledore's sudden transformation into a young man, and the young Dumbledore looked more like Agarth.

"Agas, what did Headmaster Dumbledore eat!" George shouted to Agas across the long table.

Curiosity drove him and made him itchy.

After he finished shouting, both the professors and students in the classroom looked at Agas.

Agas put down the chopsticks in his right hand and pointed to Snape's position: "I don't know what the potion developed by Professor Snape is, but it can make people look younger and more beautiful."

After hearing about Snape, everyone suppressed their curiosity. After all, except Agas, no one in the whole school dared to ask Snape.

"Minerva, where's Severus?"

Only then did Dumbledore notice that Snape was rarely present at the dinner.

Professor McGonagall's eyes flashed with worry. She stroked the frame of her glasses and leaned close to Dumbledore's ear and said, "Albus, I haven't seen him for the entire holiday."

"I asked the house-elves at school, and Severus did not return to Spinner's End. He has been at school the whole time."

"I went to his office many times to look for him, but he didn't open the door."

Dumbledore nodded.

"And Albus."

Professor McGonagall pointed at Dumbledore's face.

"Is there any more potion? I want to drink it too."

No one can resist the look of youth.

Dumbledore shook his head. "Minerva, wait until Severus develops a potion without side effects before you drink it."

"This potion will cause the user's magic power to decline."

Professor McGonagall nodded.

"Severus, who was the last person you saw before the holidays?"

"It's Agas. Mr. Filch told me the other day that Severus never went out since he met Agas."

Dumbledore turned his eyes to Agas, who was eating and drinking. Agas had never mentioned this matter before.

Professor McGonagall, who was standing next to him, glanced at Dumbledore's neck with complicated eyes, as well as Mr. Rosier, the infirmary assistant who had also become younger.

"Albus." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "You can, wear more."

Then she glanced at his red neck.

Dumbledore's face was stiff, and then he smiled, his hand holding the knife turned red.

Grindelwald next to him raised his glass to Professor McGonagall with a proud smile.