London, England , Charing Cross Road , Leaky Cauldron Pub.
Agarth raised his head and looked at the tattered plaque in front of him, the dirty entrance still having a greasy reflection.
"Come with me, Agarth." Dumbledore lowered his head slightly and looked at Agarth, who was standing at the door and unwilling to move his feet, in confusion.
"Can't you really use Apparition to take me in?"
Agarth frowned, and instead of moving forward, he took a few steps back.
"You are not yet an adult, you can't." Dumbledore refused without hesitation.
Since meeting Agarth in May, until now in August, Dumbledore still skipped all Hogwarts affairs after receiving the howler letter from Professor McGonagall and stayed with Agarth for more than two months.
It is no exaggeration to say that Dumbledore has a very good understanding of Agarth's temper.
'In terms of mysophobia, it's even worse than Gellert's.'
"But Abu can take me in." Agarth pouted, not understanding why Dumbledore had prevented him from revealing Abu's identity before coming to England.
"Or maybe Fawkes would be willing to take me in."
Agarth winked at Fawkes, who was standing over Dumbledore's shoulder.
Fawkes duly followed suit.
However, Dumbledore completely ignored Agarth, smiled, pinched Agarth's collar, and walked in.
Pushing open the door, under the dim light, the originally noisy environment instantly became quiet.
A wizard in a wizard robe who was talking loudly saw Dumbledore standing at the door in a silver-white robe and glasses, and stammered, "You, you are Professor Dumbledore?!"
It is indeed not Dumbledore's fault. After all, in the eyes of the public, he has always had a long silver beard in the past ten years and has never appeared in front of the public with such a refreshing image.
"I'm sorry to disturb everyone's fun."
Dumbledore did not deny it, raised a smile, and his loud voice spread throughout the Leaky Cauldron Pub.
Agarth rolled his eyes and said, "If you had listened to me from the beginning and let Fawkes or Abu take me in, you wouldn't have disturbed everyone."
Dumbledore walked Agarth to the bar and said to Tom, the current owner of the Leaky Cauldron Pub, "Good afternoon, Tom."
"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore. These are the books I brought for the new students to buy for school." Tom put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at Agarth with a smile.
Under the dim light, Agarth's red hair looked even more dazzling. Tom stared blankly at the fair and tender face in front of him.
'How come he looks so similar to Professor Dumbledore next to him!'
Professor Dumbledore used to have a beard that covered most of his face, but after shaving it off, it was revealed that Agarth and Dumbledore had extremely similar faces.
Thinking of this, Tom kept looking left and right at Agarth and Dumbledore's faces.
"Professor Dumbledore, this child, this child..."
"It's getting late. We need to hurry up, Tom. I can only come to your place for a drink next time."
Dumbledore interrupted what Tom was about to say, nodded to Tom, and pulled Agarth to the back of the Leaky Cauldron Pub and walked to a wall.
"Agarth, from this trash bin, count three blocks up and two blocks across. Tap this brick with your wand and you'll enter Diagon Alley."
As he spoke, Dumbledore pointed at the correct brick with his wand. In an instant, a small hole appeared in the originally sealed brick in front of him, and slowly expanded along the hole to the surrounding area, forming a wide archway.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley."
Dumbledore smiled gently at Agarth, and under Agarth's curious gaze, he walked in first.
However, Agarth did not move.
Instead, he looked at the trash bin beside him with his eyes lit up and reached out to touch it, but the trash bin showed no signs of moving.
Permanent sticking spell?
Agarth tilted his head and thought for a moment, how could he break this spell?
"Hmm? Finite Incantantem!" Agarth scratched his head, looked at Dumbledore's back as he walked away, and just tried to take out his wand and tap it on the trash bin.
Who would have thought that just as the clock struck midnight, the trash bin that was originally firmly attached to the wall suddenly fell over, and the spell was lifted!
Agarth then grinned happily, and before Dumbledore turned around, he immediately picked up the trash bin and moved a few steps to the right, casting a permanent sticking spell on the connection between the trash bin and the ground.
'I wanted to stand up and leave, but after thinking about it, I took out a bottle of medicine powder and sprinkled it on the trash bin.'
As soon as the powder touched the box, it melted into the surface of the box.
'No flaws at all!' Agarth clapped his hands and caught up with Dumbledore in front.
Dumbledore, who was walking in front, was saying something, but he didn't hear Agarth's response for a long time. When he was about to look back, Agarth pounced on his back.
"Mom, Agarth tripped over a stone." Agarth pretended to twist his ankle, then stood up and pulled Dumbledore forward.
A few veins popped up on Dumbledore's forehead and throbbed violently before he reached out and patted (not so gently) Agarth on the head.
"Don't shout like that!"
Agarth touched his beaten head and retorted, "Dad taught me that!"
"You listened to him?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes.
"Okay, Albus, I get it." Agarth nodded obediently, very tactfully.
After all, Dumbledore's face is now black, and he is threatening him in such a low tone. In order to protect his head, it is better to admit defeat.
"Let's go and order some wizard robes first."
Dumbledore pulled Agarth, who was staring at others eating ice cream, but unfortunately he couldn't pull him.
"After you buy it, you have to listen to me. Can you do it?" Dumbledore had no choice but to take Agarth to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Shop and bought a box of ice cream and handed it to Agarth.
Agarth nodded happily, took the ice cream, and started eating it with a small golden spoon.
Although he kept eating, he kept pace with Dumbledore and did not fall behind at all.
Agarth had never eaten dessert in his previous life. But ever since he had eaten the syrup sponge pudding made by Kaka once, every after-meal dessert in this life has been various sweets.
But since Agarth's teeth changed, he had a mouthful of cavities, so Grindelwald cancelled the after-meal snacks. The old man also asked Vinda to hide all the tooth decay medicine in the house, which made Agarth unable to sleep in the middle of the night because of the toothache.
'Ah, that's great. It's really much happier to hang out with my mom than with my dad. The ice cream in this shop is really good, but it would be even better if they could replace the matcha powder on it with icing sugar.'
Agarth squinted his eyes as he finished the last bite of his ice cream, patting his stomach and sighing.