Luckily, Agarth often does handicrafts, so a beard bracelet is pretty simple to make.
Agarth raised the bracelet on his hand, thought for a moment, and suddenly took out a dagger and gently tapped his fingertip, squeezing out a drop of blood and smearing it on the bracelet, then put it on Grindelwald's right hand close to him.
Vinda hurried forward and pulled Agarth, it was too reckless.
Although Dumbledore doesn't often go out now and stays in Hogwarts every day, it is impossible for him to tolerate Agarth's behavior.
Dumbledore stroked the uneven chin of his beard while squeezing Vinda's wrist.
"It's okay." After saying that, he looked at Agarth beside him again.
'This child's appearance...'
He looks exactly like himself when he was younger.
"Agarth Albus Grindelwald." Grindelwald touched the bracelet and introduced Agarth's identity with his head tilted.
"What did you call me just now?" Dumbledore ignored Grindelwald and instead grabbed Agarth's shoulders tightly.
"Mother!" Agarth reached out and pushed, easily breaking free from Dumbledore's actions. "Dad told me, so what else can I call you if not mother?"
Grindelwald clenched his fists upon hearing this.
'He had never taught this brat these things.'
'This kid is really strong.' Dumbledore looked at his wrist, which turned red instantly, before looking at Grindelwald.
"So, it's my blood?"
"To be precise, it's ours." Grindelwald raised his head with a hint of pride.
'Agarth is the most successful thing I have done in these years.'
"Miss Rosier, could you please take Agarth out to rest for a while?" Dumbledore took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his eyes, and said to Vinda.
Vinda looked at Grindelwald. It was not up to her to decide whether to take Agarth out or let Agarth know some things.
Only after seeing Grindelwald nod did he pull the reluctant Agarth away.
"Really, what is there that Agarth can't know?"
Agarth glanced at Grindelwald sadly as he walked away.
Dumbledore smiled fondly. "Agarth, may I have a chat with you after I have finished speaking with your father?"
"Well, since you're still not angry after I shaved off your beard, I'll wait for you outside." Having said that, Agarth stuck out his tongue at Grindelwald. He was very angry when he remembered that he had been shaved bald by this stingy old man before.
'At least Dumbledore wasn't angry. His beard was even longer than his father's. It must have taken him a long time to grow that long!'
When Dumbledore heard Agarth say this, a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes, and he touched the few remaining hairs on his chin.
But seeing Agarth's cheerful expression, he could only shake his head and forgive him. He watched the two of them leave the living room.
Vinda also closed the door connecting the hall to the outside to prevent Agarth from eavesdropping.
Agarth looked at the closed door, squatted at the door in a huff, and squinted his eyes hard at the crack of the door, but unfortunately he could not see anything.
"They will definitely not be able to finish talking for a while. Why don't you come with me to eat something?" Vinda crossed his arms in front of her chest and looked down at Agarth condescendingly.
"Auntie Vinda, you go ahead." Agarth put his ear to the door and waved to Vinda, but unfortunately he could neither see nor hear anything.
"They have ten thousand ways to make you unable to hear." Seeing that Agarth had no intention of leaving, Vinda shrugged and turned to go downstairs.
After receiving Gellert's letter, Vinda rushed here immediately without even having dinner.
Sure enough, once they meet Dumbledore, even the most rational people will become strange.
Thinking of the letter sent to me through the wall furnace saying "Come quickly!" without any name or reason, Vinda thought something big had happened in Agarth again.
'unlucky!'
At this moment, Dumbledore, who was sitting quietly in the hall, asked in a hoarse voice
"Why?"
Dumbledore couldn't understand why this person, with whom he had been entangled for most of his life, wanted to create a child with both of their bloodlines, and why he wanted to hide it from him.
Grindelwald met Dumbledore's eyes, as if to ask: Which one and why are you asking?
But no matter what the reason was, it was because of the Dumbledore who died on the rooftop in the future he saw.
"For you," Grindelwald said with a smile.
"To see you again, Albus, don't you know?"
"Isn't it because you're using this child to take revenge on me? Just like using..."
"Just like using Aurelius?" Grindelwald interrupted Dumbledore. "That child, if I hadn't discovered his existence first, might have died before he reached adulthood."
"I also helped him find his family."
"But it wasn't me who killed him, it was the world." Grindelwald wiped the smile from his face and glanced at the angry Dumbledore.
"So, I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"
Dumbledore's face was filled with guilt, because he felt sorry for his poor nephew and sad for his brother Aberforth.
'But more than that, I still feel guilty for having been on the same path as the people in front of me, and sad for those who died tragically in this revolution.'
"You still don't understand why I am no longer willing to stand on the same front with you."
Dumbledore closed his eyes, put away the expression on his face, shook his head and said.
"But I have been staying in Nurmengard since 1945, watching the Muggle world and Muggle methods become more and more powerful. You can't see it, but you still don't want to believe me?" Grindelwald smiled bitterly.
It is undeniable that his methods were too brutal, but the current Muggle world is not enough to prove that his previous actions were correct, just that he used the wrong method.
"I believe everything you saw, but I cannot approve of your methods." Dumbledore raised his hand to stop Grindelwald from saying next.
"I didn't come here to argue with you."
"Yes, for those Muggles, you can go against me, for those wizards, you can unite the Ministry of Magic of various countries to fight against me, of course, for Agarth, no matter how reluctant you are to see me, you still come."
Grindelwald stood up and reached out to touch Dumbledore's beard, which Agarth had shaved off.
"We are both old. I don't want to continue arguing with you."
"Albus, the prophecy told me that a child from the future could save you, so I desperately sought every possible way, which led to the birth of Agarth."
After saying that, Grindelwald waved at the door, and the dark brown double doors were blown open by the wind, revealing the figure of Agarth squatting outside the door.