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

Agas was stunned when he heard the name. Even though he was lying to others, bah.

You used this fake name to deceive people, but what are you doing now? You are in the branch! Why are you still using such a fake name and not reporting your real name?

Professor McGonagall saw Agas's stunned look and called out Agas's fake name again: "Agas Ward Lingle."

Agas looked at Dumbledore, who raised the golden cup in his hand and winked at him, and then looked at Gellert, who was standing next to him with a low pressure and a sullen face, staring at Agas.

Suddenly he grinned.

Hehe, I let you stab me in the back and let you ask Albus to confiscate my things. Now you're getting your retribution.

You are not even allowed to show your name, how pitiful, you don’t even have a status, hehe.

The brighter Agarth's smile became, the uglier Grindelwald's expression became.

Agas wiped the gloating smile on his face, tapped and skipped, and sat on the chair. Professor McGonagall, who had been waiting for a long time, had already put the Sorting Hat on Agas' head with a sullen face.

No need for sorting, Gryffindor, she had already guessed it.

This Sorting Hat has no effect whether you wear it or not.

The gray, dirty Sorting Hat with several patches on it just touched Agas's forehead and started chatting with Agas.

"Hmm~ Dumbledore's bloodline, little one, I can't clean it up with a new one. Gryffindor didn't even think of using this spell to cleanse me."

"But you are really dirty." Agas put down his restless hands and said with a frown.

"Oh, let's get back to the Sorting." The Sorting Hat changed the subject. Why was this kid's mind full of explosive things?

"Let me think about it, oh? Grindelwald's bloodline, have wizards now discovered the secret to allow two men to have children?"

Several teachers with powerful magic and sharp ears, except for the thin teacher in black robe, continued to look at Agas without changing their expressions.

Several other teachers were choked by their saliva.

Several people silently focused their eyes on the principal sitting in the center.

The very determined principal just touched the ring in his hand and pretended not to hear. However, under the table where no one could see, he stepped hard on the person next to him.

What on earth did this person talk about with the Sorting Hat when he was not in the principal's office?

Grindelwald, standing by, ignored the pain in his foot, picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip, then patted the headmaster who was pretending to be calm with his left hand.

Professor McGonagall grabbed the tip of the Sorting Hat and threatened, "Mr. Sorting Hat, we are sorting now!"

"Hufflepuff! Hufflepuff! Hufflepuff!" Agarth started muttering to himself ever since he put on the hat.

"I'm sorry, my child, but this is not your decision. Well, let me take a closer look at you."

The Sorting Hat ignored Agas's prayers. When it finished speaking, the memories in Agas' mind seemed to be flipped through by someone. He could only pull himself together and expel that power from his mind.

Some memories cannot be seen by everyone.

However, in the moment when Agas was distracted, the Sorting Hat still saw something.

"Okay, okay, it's a dagger, oh, Merlin! Slytherin! Slytherin!"

The Sorting Hat ignored Dumbledore's request a few days ago to put the child into Gryffindor.

Because this child should be a Slytherin.

Pure blood, doing whatever it takes to achieve the goal.

Grindelwald curled the corners of his lips when he heard the result of the sorting. The child he raised knew better than anyone which house was more suitable for him.

Agarth does not belong to Gryffindor.

The students at the Slytherin table fell into silence.

No one applauded.

What was more surprising to them than seeing Agarth who looked exactly like Dumbledore was that this man was sorted into Slytherin.

The Slytherins, who have always been fond of conspiracy theories, were all wondering whether the assignment of this student to their own house was another conspiracy of Dumbledore.

Everyone looked at their dean, Professor Snape.

So what did the dean think? After all, Gryffindor and Slytherin had always been at odds with each other, and Dumbledore was very protective and caring towards Gryffindor students.

Professor Snape raised his arms slightly and clapped his hands perfunctorily, and the students who saw their dean express his opinion also applauded in welcome.

At the moment, with the situation still unclear, they do not want to offend someone who is suspected to be a descendant of Dumbledore.

Agarth took off the Sorting Hat on his head, carefully and with some effort, folded and arranged it, and handed it respectfully to Professor McGonagall.

Damn it, I said I was going to Hufflepuff.

The Sorting Hat, which had been "tidied" by Agast's great strength, said to Professor McGonagall, who was holding it, in a trembling voice: "Minerva, this boy belongs in Slytherin, but he still refuses to admit it."

Agas straightened his non-existent folds, smiled at the students who were looking at him, and then sat down at the Slytherin table.

On the other side, the twins and Rolf, who heard the results of the sorting, swallowed their saliva and looked at each other.

What on earth is Agarth related to Slytherin?

However, no matter how much they doubted Agas's results, it was useless.

"Rolf Scamander!"

"Hufflepuff!" As expected, in Badger Yard.

"George Weasley!"

"The red-haired boy from the Weasley family, Gryffindor!"

"Fred Weasley!"

"Oh! Another Weasley! Gryffindor!"

As the last freshman was sorted, Professor Dumbledore gently picked up a spoon and tapped it on the wall of a cup beside him amid loud applause in the hall.

"Good evening, everyone! Before the banquet begins, I would like to introduce to you Mr. Therese Rochir, Madam Pomfrey's new assistant in the infirmary."

Professor Dumbledore pointed his finger at Grindelwald beside him.

Grindelwald stood up, nodded slightly to everyone in the auditorium, and sat down again. The students in the audience applauded and welcomed him.

Although they didn't know why there was an extra assistant in the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey was indeed too fierce sometimes. They hoped that this gentleman could be gentler.

"New students, welcome to school; old students, welcome back to school! Finally, I want to say: Idiot! Crybaby! Scum! Twist! Thank you all."

As soon as Professor Dumbledore finished speaking, all kinds of food suddenly appeared on the empty table. Agas looked at the food that appeared on the table.

After thinking for a while, he tapped the plate lightly: "If possible, I would like a longevity noodle."

The plate didn't move.

"Then sweet and sour pork ribs?"

Cassius Warrington on the side glanced at Agas's actions and said, "Disgusting half-blood."