"Albus!" Grindelwald followed Dumbledore into the headmaster's office.
"You shouldn't have exposed Agarth to so many dangerous things." Dumbledore sat down and tapped the plate next to him, which produced a dessert.
"He deserves a life like the children in that family you see today."
"Don't be so naive." Grindelwald ignored Dumbledore's cold face, tapped a book next to him to turn it into a chair, and sat down opposite Dumbledore.
"Agarth looks exactly like you, and given his special bloodline, a normal life would be cruel to him."
How could Dumbledore not know?
He knew better than anyone how it felt to be constrained by external forces and unable to realize his ambitions and make a name for himself.
Seventeen-year-old Dumbledore yearns for the colorful magical world and is determined to break free from the constraints imposed on him by his family.
That's why when he met the sixteen-year-old Grindelwald, he was drawn to the world Grindelwald described. The intellectual collision and profound connection of their souls are something Dumbledore can never forget to this day.
However, he knew better than anyone the cruelty of the magical world and the open and covert struggles between wizards.
'However, I was too arrogant.'
You may think you have the power to suppress those petty and despicable people, but your enemies will always grow stronger without you even noticing.
And those rats lurking in the shadows are not only a threat to themselves, but they may also pose a threat to Agarth after he enrolls.
Silence fell between them once again.
From their first meeting, the two were not presented with a scene of open conversation, nor were they recounting their experiences over the years.
Instead, even though they were in the same room, the only thing that filled the air was a silent stillness.
After a long silence, Grindelwald suddenly spoke.
"Albus, we're all getting old."
Grindelwald reached across the table and placed his hand on Dumbledore's right hand, which was holding the cutlery.
"Haven't you realized that your past interventions have only made the situation worse?"
"Agarth could not possibly settle for mediocrity, and in the future we foresee, he will do very well, won't he?"
Dumbledore lowered his eyelids and remained silent.
His fear of another purgatory like Grindelwald in the wizarding world, and his wariness of everyone, led to the creation of students like Tom.
It brought a second Dark Lord to the wizarding world.
Their own students, the Potters who died protecting their child, the Longbottoms who were driven mad by the Cruciatus curse, and the Prewett brothers who died tragically.
How could the deaths of these children not be caused by their own mistakes?
'Yes, I am indeed getting old.'
"Haven't you realized my mistake yet?" Grindelwald asked again, noticing Dumbledore's pensive expression.
He knows him too well.
"Muggle weapons make me afraid that one day in the future, wizards will have to hide, so I want wizards to be able to stand openly in every corner of the world."
"But you see, even though I could see the future, I still failed."
"So, Albus, don't let so-called prophecies and fate trap you anymore." As he spoke, Grindelwald gently stroked the back of Dumbledore's hand.
The youthful potion that Agarth remembers is something he needs to study carefully.
"You can always make people believe your words." Dumbledore did not deny Grindelwald's statement, but he did not believe it entirely either.
If this person were truly free from the prophecy as he claimed, then Agarth would not have appeared.
Just as Dumbledore was about to raise his hand to eat some dessert, he saw another hoof covering his hand.
"Take it away." Dumbledore didn't remove his hand, but just looked at Grindelwald and said.
However, seeing that Dumbledore did not refuse, Grindelwald became even more audacious.
Instead of withdrawing his hand, he gently squeezed Dumbledore's fingers and clasped his palm with one hand.
"Albus..."
Meanwhile
Agarth, who was abandoned at the Weasleys' house by this unscrupulous couple, had a great time playing with them.
He let his hair down, found the ring hanging on his hair tie and put it on his hand, then took out a large box of tool bags.
Not minding the dirt, he sat directly on the ground and walked back and forth between several wooden pillars, constantly switching the carving knife in his hand, carving strange runes on the wooden pillars.
"Agarth, what are you doing?" Fred helped Agarth by carrying his toolbox and following behind him.
"Hehe, if we carve the powder from this bottle into these runes, this house will be well preserved." Agarth took out a jar of grayish-black powder, waved it in front of Fred, and then put it back into his ring.
'This is the ashes left behind by Abu after his phoenix rebirth. I discovered that it is extremely useful for making some defensive items.'
'What an amazing creature, every part of it is a treasure. '
Agarth smiled, knowing he'd taken advantage of Abu quite a bit over the years.
Meanwhile, Abu, who was sleeping next to Fawkes, shuddered, cried out, and woke up.
"George! Fred! Agarth! Come home! Dinner's ready!" Ron called out to the three of them from the doorway of The Burrow.
Without waiting for Agarth and the others' response, they scurried back to the dining table and sat down.
He never wanted to play with the three of them again. He would only play with them in the mornings, and his mother would twist his ears off.
'Sure enough, the people who get along with Fred and George are all bad guys!'
Ron, who had been bullied terribly by George and Fred since childhood, resolved to leave them behind.
Agarth tidied up the things around him, put them back in the ring, walked to the side, put his hands on his hips, and smiled as he admired his masterpiece.
'Not bad, it will definitely look great in a few more days.'
The framework of the entire wooden house has been erected, and each of the wooden pillars used as the framework is covered with runes carved by Agarth. However, the smell emanating from it is not pleasant, with a stench reminiscent of burning feces.
Meanwhile, the twins, who were already panting heavily from helping Agarth move wood and deliver tools, stayed far away.
'After this cabin is built, whoever wants to live in it can live in it. It stinks like this, yet this guy is still so smug.'
"What do you think? Aren't these runes impressive?" Agarth asked without turning around.
After waiting for a while without hearing a response, he turned around and saw the two of them walking hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder.
"Agarth, we're starving! Play by yourself, it's no fun at all," the two shouted, ignoring Agarth.