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

Harry walked along the road, muttering the spell that Agas had just taught him.

But he couldn't summon what he wanted.

How did Agas do it?

"Harry!" Hermione's voice came from a distance, and he trotted to catch up with Harry.

He gasped, "Finally I found you Harry."

"What are you mumbling about?" She put her hands on her hips.

"Thinking about the spell Agas taught me."

"Spell? Did Agas teach you that?" Hermione frowned, and after she regained her breath, she immediately spoke:

"Just now Professor McGonagall sent someone to look for you in the class, but they didn't find you."

"She already knows you've been skipping class."

Hermione looked at him disapprovingly, "Harry, you dare to skip Snape's class. He will definitely punish you."

"Hermione, the situation is already bad enough, it can't get any worse than it is now."

Harry's indifferent look made Hermione's words choke in her throat.

"Professor McGonagall asked me to tell you to go to her office."

"The warriors and the reporter from the Daily Prophet are waiting for you there."

"Okay." Harry waved to Hermione and left.

After Harry left, Hermione said to the bushes beside her: "Harry is gone."

Ron walked out from behind the bushes, his face slightly red, and he lowered his head dejectedly.

"Ron, you should apologize to Harry."

"I know, I just don't know how to start." Ron said frustratedly.

"Besides, he was the one who called me an idiot first."

"Don't you think so? I think he was right to scold me."

Hermione shook her head and looked Ron up and down.

"Oh, it seems our little Ronnie has made someone angry again."

George and Fred had an open box hanging around their necks.

The two approached Ron, "Ron, want to place a bet, one silver Sickle."

"What's Harry's odds?" asked Ron.

"You want to bet on Harry?" George asked back, "Harry has the lowest winning rate, Ron, be careful or you'll lose your pants."

"No, I'm just asking." Ron rummaged through his pockets. "I can't even take out five coppers."

Fred and George looked at each other, and they pushed Ron aside, sandwiching Hermione in the middle. "Cute little witch, next bet?"

"No, if I had money, I wouldn't spend it on this imaginary place."

Hermione refused bluntly.

"George, Fred." She looked at the two of them, "If you don't want to lose all your savings, I suggest you don't underestimate Harry."

"I bet Agas must also think Harry can win!"

Hermione didn't have much contact with Agarth, but she heard from Harry that Agarth taught him a spell.

Does this mean that Grindelwald thinks Harry can win?

Hermione secretly knew Gellert Grindelwald.

Know that he is a prophet.

And as a Grindelwald, could Agas be a prophet as well?

Thinking of this, Hermione suddenly took out her coin purse from her pocket, took out two gold Galleons and handed them to George: "I bet on Harry."

"By the way, if Harry wins, how much will I get?"

George looked at the two gold Galleons in her hand.

I was thinking that I could get 20 gold galleons.

However, both brothers invested all their money into their own products.

Besides, Hermione was telling them.

Did Agas know that Harry would definitely be the winner?

"Hermione, we suddenly remembered that we have another class to go to."

"Unfortunately, we'll have to talk about it next time."

The two men quickly closed the open box around their necks.

One to the left, one to the right, and ran away.

*

"Agas, we finally found you." The two men whispered quietly into Agas' ears.

"What do you want from me?" Agas closed the book in his hand and glanced at Mrs. Pings who was eyeing him covetously not far away.

He could only stand up, return the book to him, and walk out of the library with the two brothers.

Ever since Agast was attacked by Madam Pince's feather duster, he no longer dared to allow George and Fred to appear in the library with him.

Because when Madam Pince hits people with her feather duster, it really hurts.

"Agas, who do you think will be the champion of the Triwizard Tournament?"

The two men winked at Agas.

Agas held his chin and said without hesitation: "Is there any use asking this? It must be..."

"How would I know."

Agas called out to their curious looks.

"Guess what!"

George covered his right ear, which had just suffered a severe impact.

"Harry Potter."

The two looked at each other after hearing Agas say Harry's name.

"But Harry is obviously the weakest of the three."

"What does it matter?" Agas spread his hands, "As long as the person who wants Harry to win is strong, that's fine."

"What do you mean?" The two could no longer understand what Agas said.

But Agas did not explain to them, "Have you seen Rolf recently?"

"No, he's been acting mysterious lately, and I don't know what he's doing."

"Oh no! It's terrible!" Agas finally remembered something and strode towards Hagrid's hut.

He suddenly remembered something.

The dragons Charlie brought seemed to be all female dragons.

After Brewster found Nagini, he was put into the Forbidden Forest by himself.

Given Brewster's lecherous nature, he didn't believe that those dragons would not be tempted.

More importantly, Rolf is a little bit different from his grandfather Newt.

Newt loves every magical creature and respects their unique characteristics.

Rolf also loves those magical animals, but he is more interested in the reproduction among magical animals.

Because he is a character like Hagrid, who is keen on crossbreeding.

When Agas was halfway through his run, he saw that there was no one on the road, so he turned into a phoenix and instantly moved to Hagrid's hut.

"Hagrid!!"

Agas called a few times at the door, but when he heard no response, he immediately moved towards Brewster's lair.

Before they even reached Brewster, they heard Hagrid and Rolf shouting one after another.

"Brewster! Go! Go!"

"Brewster! If you don't act now, you won't have a wife!"

Agas slowly landed on the treetop, lowered his head and looked at Brewster who was shaking his head below.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo!"

Opposite Brewster was the Ukrainian Ironbelly, whose scales were shiny grey, with a long wingspan, deep red eyes, and extremely long claws.

The female dragon roared at Brewster and spread its wings as if warning him.

Brewster slowly backed away with a look of grievance as the mother dragon warned him again and again.

It's not that he doesn't want a wife.

It was Brewster who was filled with the scent of Belitta.

The mother dragon did not accept Brewster at all.