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

As expected, Agas missed his fifth grade and had a long break.

I don’t know if it’s because of Agastache’s death or some other reason.

Agas grew very fast. By the time the fifth grade holiday came, he had grown from a baby to a height of about 1.6 meters.

I'm afraid that by the time he's in sixth grade, Agas will be able to return to his normal appearance, and won't have to look like a baby and be laughed at by Snape every day.

"Agas, are you sure you don't want to go out and play?" Dumbledore knocked on Agas's door again.

Oh, the door of this room was reinstalled later.

Because the previous one was violently demolished by Dumbledore.

Agas yawned, rubbed his messy hair, and opened the door of the room.

"Albus, I'm so sleepy."

"Newt said you're just entering a growth period."

Dumbledore reached out and smoothed down Agarth's messy hair.

"That's a real shame."

"What's the regret?" Agas asked doubtfully.

"Weasley boy, you are invited to watch the Quidditch World Cup."

Dumbledore knew that Agarth was not interested in Quidditch.

Agas shook his head wildly.

"No, Albus, you know I'd rather read a book than waste my time on this sport."

Then, Agas touched his chin as if he remembered something, and said, "Voldemort's follower Barty Crouch Jr. is not dead."

Agas' eyes widened.

"Albus, can I tell?"

Grindelwald folded his arms across his chest.

"You've died once before. This time, you've been accepted by this world."

"Agas, you are no longer an outsider."

After hearing what he said, Agas' eyes lit up!

He turned around and went back into the room, pulled out a notebook, picked up a pen and wrote down the Horcruxes of Voldemort that had not yet been destroyed.

In the past, whenever Agas wrote, it would look like a bunch of gibberish to others.

But this time, it's different.

He held the book out and handed it to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at the words and read them out one by one: "Voldemort's undestroyed Horcruxes: Hufflepuff's Gold Cup and Harry Potter."

Grindelwald glanced at Agarth's words and frowned in disdain: "Albus and I have long suspected that Harry Potter is his Horcrux."

"But that Potter's soul is too deeply entangled with Voldemort's."

He looked at Dumbledore, "Albus, I think the best thing to do is just kill the brat and everyone will be happy."

"No." Dumbledore disagreed with this immature approach, and he owed Harry Potter too much.

"Harry's matter can be put on hold, but where is this golden cup?"

"Inside Bellatrix Lestrange's vault."

Agas swallowed when he mentioned the vault.

The gold Galleons in the warehouse in the movie really made him extremely envious.

He looked at Grindelwald with sparkling eyes, "Gellert, shall we go for a big fight?"

"Just stay well."

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald, "You must not agree to him."

"Agarth, Grindelwald and I will destroy the golden cup, you just have fun at home."

"Of course, if you really feel bored, you can spend a happy holiday with the Weasley children."

"Instead of always worrying about these things."

Dumbledore rejected the idea of ​​Agarth joining him in doing evil.

The rejected Agarth could only look at them pitifully, because he knew that Grindelwald would never object to anything Dumbledore decided.

"Well then." Argas handed the fangs of the basilisk he had collected to Dumbledore. "Voldemort would never have thought that the fangs of the basilisk could destroy his decades of calculations."

"Albus, his servants will definitely help revive him. Shouldn't we just ignore it?"

Seeing Dumbledore in deep thought, Agarth said, "There is also a benefit to his resurrection, which is that he can kill the Horcrux in Harry himself."

"But to be honest, Harry is a little too weak now."

Dumbledore pinched his dense chatter.

"Agas, Gellert and I are responsible for everything."

"But what you said makes sense. I have to make Harry grow up quickly."

Agas closed his mouth and said no more.

But his eyes were dazed for a moment.

In the book, when did the savior begin to grow up?

It started with Cedric's death, when Sirius fell into the veil and even his body could not be found.

But the Harry Potter in this world was favored by his godfather in the first grade.

And I haven't experienced Cedric's death yet.

"Don't worry." Grindelwald patted Agarth's shoulder gently.

The two left the manor one after the other, and Agas also devoted himself to his handicraft.

A few days later, Grindelwald walked into the manor holding a golden cup oozing black blood in a rag and threw the cup to the ground.

Agas covered his mouth and nose in disgust, "Gellert, this stinks, why did you bring it back!"

"Albus said to clean it and send it to Hufflepuff House."

"Didn't you say that? Agas is very curious about this. Should we show it to him?"

Dumbledore retorted, following closely behind.

"What I'm curious about is not this thing, but the handfuls of gold Galleons!"

Agas sighed when he saw that the two men had nothing in their hands.

"Agas, I think I have never lacked food and drink for you." Seeing his money-grubbing look, Grindelwald took off the wooden ring on his right hand and handed it to him.

"It's all in there."

Agas curved his eyebrows as if he had drunk honey, took the wooden ring and ran away.

He recently discovered an interesting thing: the gold galleons made by the goblins, after being melted, can become a very useful defensive weapon.

Grindelwald's face darkened as he watched him walk away.

"I received the letter. The Dark Mark appeared at the Quidditch World Cup."

"According to Agas, many people died in the Quidditch World Cup, but those boys were not among them."

"But something happened to Rheino."

Grindelwald spoke in a low voice and handed the letter in his hand to Dumbledore.

There was only one sentence in the letter:

A life, a tribute to Mr. Grindelwald.

“This is the change that will definitely be brought about when Agas integrates into the world.”

"Mr. Oakles Jr., dead or missing?"

When Dumbledore thought of Agarth's loyal and righteous character, he covered his head with a headache.

"In coma, unable to wake up."

When Grindelwald's men found Rheno, he had the wooden product made by Agas hanging around his neck, but the wood product was broken.

"Keep it from Agarth for now," Dumbledore said calmly.