"But I don't know what went wrong with my method. Agarth's magic is too strong."
Grindelwald said lightly, looking at Agarth's back.
"Oh! Are you done talking?" Agarth looked back and saw that the door was already open. He ran to the two of them excitedly.
But there was still some seriousness in the eyes of the two men. Agarth looked at them strangely.
"What's wrong, looking at me like that?"
Dumbledore touched Agarth's head, raised his wand hand, and cast a detection spell on Agarth.
This is a magic that St. Mungo's often uses on some children. It can quickly detect any physical problems with the child.
But in a flash of white light, it was clear that Agarth was healthy and there was nothing wrong with him.
"What is this?" Agarth looked at the color emitting from his body in confusion.
"Detect magic to see if you have any disease."
Grindelwald said with a grin.
"You're the one who's sick!" Agarth replied.
"You're lovesick."
After saying this, he winked at Dumbledore, his azure eyes revealing a hint of humor.
Dumbledore pretended not to hear this and pinched Agarth's cheek unintentionally, but with a little more force.
Grindelwald, on the other hand, gave Agarth an approving look.
Agarth seemed even more excited after receiving Grindelwald's gaze. He took Grindelwald's hand and sat next to Dumbledore. He said happily, "I finally get to see you!"
"You know, Dad has never let me see you."
Agarth looked at Dumbledore.
"What do you mean? He doesn't want me anymore after you see me."
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes at Grindelwald.
"Are you here to take me away this time? Did you have a fight? Or are you like a Muggle and don't want me because you're divorced?" Agarth began to make up stories. 'Anyway, mom didn't know about him, so as long as dad didn't say anything nonsense, it would be fine.'
Dumbledore's mouth stiffened slightly and he shook his head, "Agarth, I came to..."
"Are you here to remarry my father?" Agarth interrupted Dumbledore, "Really?!"
"..." What on earth did you say in front of this child? Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald, but he couldn't get a word in. He could only watch Agarth chattering in front of him.
"That's not what I taught you." Grindelwald spread his hands.
"You should ask how many of our stories Agarth has seen in his past life."
After all, a few years ago, when Agarth's brain skills had not been mastered, he often looked through his brain and read the so-called fanfiction people wrote.
'I have to say that some of the stories are really well written.'
'For example, the youth potion is something you could try.' Grindelwald gently stroked his bald chin. His beard has not grown since Agarth shaving it off.
"In past life?" Dumbledore didn't quite understand.
"Yes, my head is filled with knowledge from the future, but I can't say anything about the future of this world." Agarth leaned his face against the back of the sofa in distress.
'I discovered this myself.'
'Although I know everything about the Harry Potter world, such as Voldemort's Horcruxes, no matter how I explain it, no one around me can understand.'
'Even Legilimency doesn't work.'
But it's strange that Grindelwald can see some insignificant things through his brain.
'So that's why Gellert said that the child from the future saved him?'
Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald until he nodded, thought for a moment, then took out a letter from his clothes and handed it to Agarth.
Agarth took it hastily and opened the letter.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Wizengamot Lead Representative Wizard, President of the International Confederation of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Grindelwald,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and supplies.
The semester begins on September 1st and we will be waiting for your owl reply by July 31st.
Yours faithfully,
Deputy Headmistress
Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall
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Agarth made a bitter face and looked at the English cursive characters in front of him with great effort. It was really annoying. He really hated cursive characters. All foreign friends who don't like to write well and have to write in cursive strokes can take a closer look and see what rigor and the charm of calligraphy are.
"Does this mean you don't want to go?"
Dumbledore asked puzzledly, looking at Agarth's wrinkled face.
"No, he just doesn't understand." Grindelwald knew Agarth too well.
'Don't understand?' Dumbledore thought about how he was a young wizard with good talent, not to mention Grindelwald, who was even more talented than him.
'How come someone of my own blood can't understand English?'
"Do you usually communicate in German?"
Dumbledore thought that Agarth seldom communicated in English. He thought it didn't matter. In England, everyone around him would speak English, so he didn't have to worry about Agarth's poor English communication skills.
"In telepathy English." Grindelwald considered Agarth's language skills and added, "That's what he used when he was little."
Grindelwald pointed to his eyes.
After all after born, Agarth can't speak English and can't communicate, so he can only use telepathy. At least with this, Agarth can understand what he says, right?
Agarth is smart in everything he does, but his ability to learn languages is terrible.
'It is only after the age of five or six that child can communicate normally in English, and for speaking only.'
Dumbledore's face darkened. He shouldn't have expected anything from Gellert.
Who would use telepathy on a child without being afraid of turning his brain into an idiot?
"Originally, I just wanted to meet a child named Grindelwald." Dumbledore said.
"Agarth, I'm sorry I didn't know you existed before, but now, would you like to go back to England with me and attend Hogwarts?"
"Are we just going back with you?" Agarth gave Grindelwald a meaningful look.
Grindelwald curled his lips into a smile and looked at Dumbledore.
"What if it's just you and me?" Dumbledore asked.
"No, a family should be together." Agarth said firmly, pulling Grindelwald's hand to cover Dumbledore's hand, and then putting his own hand on top.
Dumbledore blinked, neither refusing nor agreeing, but just glanced at the face that looked exactly like his own when he was young.