"Protego! Protego Maxima!" A deep yet resonant voice came from the location of The Burrow.
A few rays of light pierced through the dense bushes and tangled branches, reaching the eyes of Agarth and his companions.
"It's Professor Dumbledore! Professor Dumbledore is here!" Ron shouted excitedly as he recognized the voice of Professor Dumbledore, whom he had met that morning.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," Agarth replied, knowing better than Ron that the person was Dumbledore.
They divided the spoils even faster.
'What a joke!'
The important thing is to quickly distribute the "potions" and cover up the evidence before Albus gets to you.
"Albus, didn't you take Agarth's ring?" another, deeper voice asked.
Dumbledore, wand in hand, stopped as he walked out of The Burrow. He waved the ring he had stolen to Grindelwald beside him, then looked at the pitch-black sky and the courtyard, so densely covered with branches that there was nowhere to step.
Silence fell.
'Were you separated from Agarth for three hours?'
'No.' Dumbledore answered his question in his mind.
'So how could The Burrow have turned into this state in just three hours?'
Dumbledore was unaware, didn't know, and even wanted to retreat back into The Burrow, fly back to the Hogwarts headmaster's office, and quietly eat his favorite Sherbet Lemon.
"Professor Dumbledore, we should find Agarth and the others first. I wonder if Ron will cry." Mrs. Weasley looked around the tree with a worried expression.
"We're here!" Agarth shouted!
'If you don't ask for help now, it'll be suspicious, right?'
'But didn't Gellert say he wouldn't be in England anytime soon, and that he shouldn't bother Albus when he got back to school? So how come he's with Albus now?'
At the entrance of The Burrow, Grindelwald, who had heard the sound, squinted and lit a flame, throwing it toward the source of the sound.
The flame didn't leap around aimlessly, instead, it slowly burned a path through the flame as Grindelwald's wand wielded it.
The surrounding branches seemed terrified of the flame, twisting their leaves and quickly retreating. In no time, a path wide enough for two people to pass through was cleared.
"Come, let me meet this genius who's always doing great things."
Grindelwald, with a slightly sarcastic tone, followed the movement of the flames.
He had finally finished his work in Austria and went to Hogwarts to rest, only to be dragged here to clean up Agarth's mess.
Anyone would be in a bad mood, even though Agarth is their own child.
Agarth should be thankful that it was his own child, not someone else's. Thinking of this, a trace of regret flashed in Grindelwald's eyes. He shouldn't have let Agarth come to England with Albus earlier.
'What a waste of my rest time today.'
On the other side, Agarth pulled the twins, who were still examining the earrings, aside and said to Ron, "Ronnykins, your brother is giving you a set of wizard chess, but you can't tell anyone about the earrings, understand?"
"I promise! I definitely won't tell!" Ron's eyes lit up, and he nodded his head repeatedly.
"Agarth, did Professor Dumbledore come in to rescue us?" George felt something red flashing in front of him.
"It seems that red light is getting closer and closer to us." Fred pulled Ron behind him.
"I'm afraid they're not going to save us, but rather to give us a good whack on the head," Agarth muttered to himself.
He was 1.75 meters tall and crouched down behind the three of them.
The three Weasleys looked expectantly at the light, thinking that they could finally get out.
The ground keeps wriggling, and every now and then branches lash your face. If you can't dodge in time, you might get slapped on the butt. It's just awful.
"Waaah! Mom!" Ron, with his sharp eyes, spotted Mrs. Weasley, who was slightly plump and wearing an apron, in the distance, even though he was hiding behind his two older brothers.
He rushed forward, shouting and yelling.
Unfortunately, at this moment, Mrs. Weasley, whose anger had been reignited, did not catch her youngest son who rushed towards her, needing her care.
Instead, she rolled up her sleeves, dodged Ron, strode over to Fred and George, grabbed their ears, and yelled, "I'll teach you a lesson! You'll make a tree grow out of nothing!"
Just after she finished yelling, she saw Agarth squatting behind the two of them, looking at her expectantly.
Taking a deep breath, she continued to yell, "You guys actually! You actually let Agarth, your younger siblings, play with such dangerous things! I'm going to spank you all until your bottoms are swollen!"
Ron, standing behind her, shrank back, glanced at his dirty little hands after helping to bury the soil, and silently put his hands behind his back.
'It's not his fault. It's all George and Fred's fault for taking Agarth to play Gnome. If they don't play Gnome, they won't know how to plant trees.'
The two brothers, whose ears were being pulled painfully, only made strange groans and didn't betray Agarth, showing great loyalty.
"Good brother!" Agarth squatted on the ground, silently cheering on the two of them.
"Ahem." Dumbledore, who was a few steps behind Mrs. Weasley, coughed awkwardly.
Clearing his throat, he said, "Molly, I think it might not be George and Fred's fault."
"Professor Dumbledore, I know you are also worried about Agarth, but I know my children too well. It must be that they are leading Agarth to cause trouble and do dangerous things."
Mrs. Weasley was furious that her children had put her in such a dangerous situation. She wondered how they would have handled the situation if she and her husband hadn't called Professor Dumbledore today.
Thinking of this, the hand pinching the ear spun around again.
Hiss~ From the angle from which Agarth crouched down, he could clearly see Mrs. Weasley twisting their ears, his mouth stretched into a straight line, and he took a deep breath.
However, Agarth wasn't such a disloyal person.
Despite Dumbledore's dark face and Grindelwald's mocking gaze, he remained steadfast.
He raised his hand high.
"Madam, this tree was brought out by Agarth."
Dumbledore's smile vanished.
"We tried to save the tree, so we added some growth hormone."
Dumbledore took a few steps forward, stood up straight next to Agarth, and gently patted Mrs. Weasley's shoulder, signaling her to leave the twins' bright red ears alone.
"A little?" Grindelwald asked, raising his right eyebrow slightly.
"One, one, one small bottle." Agarth pinched out a fingertip.
But seeing Dumbledore's right hand, which seemed to be poised to strike, he quickly covered his ears and squatted down again.
However, Agarth's movements were so violent that an empty medicine bottle fell out of his pocket.
"A small bottle?" Grindelwald asked, picking up the medicine bottle, which was about the length of an adult's palm, from the ground.
This time, however, Agarth didn't dare to utter a sound when he saw the empty medicine bottle on the ground, and George and Fred also stopped groaning in pain.