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

"So I'm saying, Agas, did you drink some bad luck potion? I feel like you've been so unlucky since you entered school."

Fred took a bite of the large chicken drumstick at hand and spoke incoherently.

Agas shook his head, blew on the boiling soup in the bowl, and took a sip.

He didn't know either, but he felt as if fate was wrapping around him after he entered the school.

It seems that everything I am experiencing now is sent to me by fate.

Specifically, the Portkey that transports him to the forests of Albania, to meet Voldemort on the run.

Including, the mouse.

It was as if everything I had done since I came into this world was a preparation for meeting these people.

"Chi~" Suddenly, Abu flew to Agas' shoulder and landed on it, with a letter stuck on her beak.

Agas touched Abu's head and opened the letter.

【Agas, come to the office. 】

Agas finished the soup in a few mouthfuls, then picked up a few buns on the table, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them, and swallowed them.

"I'm going to the headmaster's office. Please help me give this book to Hagrid."

He took out a book he had suddenly found from his ring.

This is a novel about snow dragons, written by a Chinese.

When he saw the description of the dragon egg in this book, he felt that it was very similar to the egg in Hagrid's hand, so he gave it to Hagrid first.

If a dragon can really be hatched, the wife promised to Brewster will also be there.

The twins nodded and took the book.

They had no classes in the afternoon, so they could go play with Hagrid.

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"Can I come in?"

This time, Agas learned to knock on the door.

He put his ear to the door, and when there seemed to be no response from inside, he knocked on the door with greater force.

"Click." The door opened a crack.

Agas glanced at the gap, chuckled, and pushed it open and went in.

However, when he entered, the person he saw was not Dumbledore, but Grindelwald with a slightly pale face.

"Gellert? You're looking for me."

Agas sat directly on the chair in front of him, picked up the candy on the table and put it in his mouth.

"Where's Albus?"

"Ministry of Magic, go deal with that rat."

He coughed lightly, and the cough that came from his chest made his pale face look a little rosy.

"There's something wrong with you." Agas walked over to him and gently touched his cheek.

Grindelwald turned his head slightly to avoid Agarth's touch.

He raised his chin slightly towards where he was just now.

"sit down."

Agas obediently sat back in his seat, but his eyes were fixed on Grindelwald.

"Study the potion, what's in your head." Grindelwald was helpless and took out a bottle of potion from his arms and put it on the table.

Ever since he met Albus, research on youth potions has been deeply engraved in his heart.

He thought that he still needed to spend some youthful years with Albus.

At least, it won't make both of them miss the past.

Agas did not touch the bottle of medicine, but looked at him suspiciously.

If Grindelwald didn't explain it to me, I wouldn't find it strange.

But he chose to explain it to himself.

This was what made him feel very strange.

"Did you find anyone to try it?" Agas asked.

Speaking of this, Grindelwald frowned.

After he finished making this potion, he did find someone to test it.

The potion can indeed make people return to their youthful appearance.

Likewise, a person's magic power will regress to the strength of their youth.

If that was the case, even if he was willing to take the potion, I'm afraid Albus wouldn't be willing.

When Agas saw Grindelwald's silence, he knew that there was something he was worried about.

"You need to communicate with Albus."

"Instead of just thinking about it for his own good."

Although Agas has never eaten dog meat or been in love, he is a master of theory.

Grindelwald pretended not to hear.

He pulled out an ebony wand from the drawer.

"Wand."

"This is not my wand." Agas frowned and refused to take the crooked wand in front of him.

"Albus and I have studied this, and perhaps what you need is not a wand with a wand heart, but a simple wand."

"Ebony wood can best accommodate your overbearing magic power. The twisted links on it only provide a good buffer for your magic power."

"If you still want to have problems in every Potions class, then this?"

"I want it." Agas took the wand with a silly smile.

"Let's go. If I remember correctly, you have classes in the afternoon." Grindelwald picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

Agas checked the time and quickly jumped off the chair.

In the afternoon, there is Transfiguration class, taught by Professor McGonagall.

He dare not be late.

On the other hand, under Dumbledore's manipulation, the truth was finally revealed. Sitting in the judgment seat, the man released from Azkaban under the trial of the Wizengamot looked at Dumbledore standing in front of him and shed tears silently.

"You should have told us earlier." Mrs. Weasley leaned in Mr. Weasley's arms, wiping her tears.

"I thought I had killed the traitor, and I would spend the rest of my life just redeeming James and Lily."

The man, who was dirty, had some gray hair and a thin face, was choking with sobs.

The man looked at the group of people from the Order of the Phoenix surrounding him and asked hurriedly, "Harry, is Harry okay?"

They just shook their heads and looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore sighed, "He is fine."

At least, he was safe until he entered the wizarding world.

Mr. Weasley supported the weak man and walked out step by step.

It wasn't until he walked out of the Ministry of Magic and basked in the sunlight that the man took a deep breath.

"Padfoot."

In the sunlight, a man in a whitish shirt and with a haggard face looked at a group of people with a smile.

"Moon Face." The man straightened up, slightly breaking away from Mr. Weasley's help, and walked towards him step by step, faster and faster.

As the two got closer and closer, these two equally haggard people held their hands together, patted each other's shoulders, and their eyes were slightly red.

Grindelwald, who was far away in the principal's office, suddenly took out a handkerchief, covered his lips, and coughed violently, leaving a streak of crimson staining the pure white handkerchief.

Grindelwald's veins bulged and he closed his eyes thinking about the scene he had just seen.

It turns out that this is the gift of fate.

All gifts are secretly priced.

Agas is a gift from fate to himself.

He sighed, lit a blue fire, and burned the blood-stained handkerchief in his hand.