"I didn't go the wrong way!" Agarth didn't turn around and continued walking forward, but the sound of each step he took was loud and thumping.
"The headmaster's office is on the eighth floor." The person behind Agarth put his hand on Agarth's right shoulder.
Agarth pouted, wondering when he had ever agreed to go to the headmaster's office, he had only said he would chat with him later.
"Alright." Grindelwald sighed. He had always treated Agarth like a big kid, forgetting that he was also a child who needed love and care.
"It was definitely my fault today, Agarth. As your father, I should have taken you to school."
Agarth's ears twitched, he curled his lips into a smile, and turned his face away from Grindelwald's view, but stopped in his tracks.
When Grindelwald saw that Agarth still ignored him, he could only take out the ring that Dumbledore had confiscated from his pocket and wave it in front of Agarth.
"It seems Agarth doesn't appreciate my efforts."
As he spoke, Grindelwald shook his head, turned and tossed the ring in the air, then walked up a few steps.
But his slow movements were no match for Agarth's quick hands and feet.
When Agarth saw the ring, he immediately followed and snatched it back while it was being tossed in the air.
'My precious babies are back.'
Agarth breathed on the ring, carefully examined the runes on it, nodded to confirm it was his, then picked up his clothes to wipe it clean and put the ring back on his finger.
Then, he looked up and stared at Grindelwald with a strange look, scrutinizing him from head to toe.
"I've learned something amazing today, would you like to know?"
Grindelwald's brow twitched, he didn't miss Agarth's gaze. Based on his understanding of Agarth, he told himself to refuse to know, to refuse to understand.
However, his prophetic intuition told him that he would be very interested in what Agarth was about to say.
"Hey? Hello? Why aren't you saying anything!" Agarth slapped Grindelwald's arm hard and waved his left hand in front of Grindelwald's eyes as he looked away from his thoughts.
'That brat has a really strong grip.'
Grindelwald snapped out of his daze and blocked Agarth's hand, which was ostensibly retaliatory, but was actually a form of revenge.
'Tell me about it.'
Agarth nodded, about to speak, when suddenly his ears twitched and he winked at Grindelwald.
'Are you sure you want me to say this here?'
Grindelwald noticed the commotion at the corner before Agarth, shook his head, and went up the ever-changing moving staircase to the third floor, where he stood before a spiral stairway.
Agarth, who was right behind him, smiled at the figure that had hidden himself before following.
The two took the spiral stairway directly to the entrance of the headmaster's office on the eighth floor.
The first thing that caught the eye was an incredibly ugly stone beast with a dripping spout. Grindelwald said to it, "Get out of the way."
The seemingly dull stone beast nimbly dodged to the right, its stone eyes fixed on Agarth.
Although it was just a stone beast, it had become very clear these past few days that the person in front of it was not someone to be trifled with.
Agarth followed him into the Headmaster's Room and looked at the scene before him with curiosity. As soon as he entered the room, he could see that the walls were covered with portraits of the past Hogwarts Headmasters.
When the portraits saw a child who looked remarkably like Dumbledore enter, they all stopped snoring and pretending to be asleep, and one by one they moved closer to the edge of the frame, making the person appear several times larger.
Below the frame, it reads "Headmadter Phineas Nigellus Black." The old man, with black hair, dark eyes, sparse eyebrows, and a goatee, shouted, "Hey kid over there, come closer so I can get a good look at you."
Although they had just learned from the portraits in the corridor that a child who looked exactly like Dumbledore had enrolled, it was still not as real as seeing it with their own eyes.
Agarth ignored the discussions among the portraits and continued to admire everything before him.
Inside the spacious, circular space, several tables with long, slender legs were decorated with a variety of strange and unusual silverwares, which would occasionally rotate and emit small puffs of smoke.
There was also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs. On a shelf behind the table sat a tattered, wrinkled wizard's hat—a Sorting Hat.
In the very center of the room, Dumbledore sat at his desk, looking up at the two who had barged into his office without a word.
On a tall, gilded perch nearby, Fawkes and Abu, who were preening their feathers, chirped crisply, fluttered their wings, one snuggling into Agarth's arms, the other perching on Agarth's hair.
"Agarth, I thought you would go to Gryffindor," Dumbledore said, looking at Agarth whose hair had been pecked and messed up by Abu.
"It's all his fault!" Agarth accused Sorting Hat.
Dumbledore shook his head. He had just finished talking with Sorting Hat, and he was absolutely convinced that Agarth belonged to Slytherin.
"Alright, hurry up and say it, then go back quickly." Grindelwald interrupted their conversation, casually taking a few steps forward and placing himself between their gazes.
Agarth then remembered what he had come to the headmaster's office to say.
With an excited grin, revealing eight teeth, he shouted, "Do you know what I saw in that beautiful Slytherin prefect's head tonight?!"
Dumbledore first recalled the appearances of the current prefects, and the image of a girl with light blond hair, brown eyes, fair skin, and a cold expression flashed through his mind.
'It is indeed very beautiful.'
Grindelwald glanced at Dumbledore and glared at Agarth.
Agarth received a cold stare, raised his right hand, and jumped in front of the two men.
"She actually knows where to buy the aphrodisiac! I'll go buy a bottle later and see what it's made of, then I'll give it to you guys to use!"
As Agarth spoke, his voice grew increasingly excited and his volume increased.
Agarth's resounding words echoed throughout the spacious room.
"I'll give it to you guys to use!"
"You guys to use!"
"use!"
Although the portraits on the wall are long gone, the remaining memories still help them understand the meaning of Agarth's words.
Several headmasters then realized the close relationship between the man who had been staying in the office and Dumbledore these past few days.
In an instant, the room fell silent.
On the long table, the spinning silverware occasionally made soft "plop, plop" sounds.
Dumbledore, still breathless, gripped his quill tightly, leaving sharp marks on today's office documents.