The two arrived at the door of Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
Unfortunately, today is the last day of the holiday, and many wizards are taking advantage of the final stretch of the break to bring their eleven-year-old children, who are old enough to start school, to have their wizard robes custom-made.
"So many people." Agarth peeked from behind Dumbledore, looking at the chairs in the shop filled with witches and wizards.
There were also young wizards queuing up to have their body measurements taken.
"Why don't we go to that ice cream shop and wait there for a while?" Agarth asked tentatively.
Because, from the time he grew up, Grindelwald had never given him any money, and even now when he came to buy things, Dumbledore always paid for them.
Sigh, I'm short on cash, but the drinks at that ice cream shop were absolutely delicious!
"Don't even think about it." Dumbledore's warm mouth uttered the coldest words in the world.
If Agarth had gone to that store to wait, the two of them wouldn't have been able to buy everything they needed for the start of school today.
'I've been unilaterally ignoring Minerva's letters for a long time. Before school starts, I should go back early, otherwise, my drawer will probably be full of those howlers.'
Meanwhile, Minerva, who was waiting at the school, was so angry that she went to Hospital Wing more than once to ask Madam Pomfrey for medicine.
After all, Professor McGonagall hadn't expected that Dumbledore, who said he would be returning to school soon, would not return since he last delivered the letter, and the letters he sent had not been answered. Only a few days ago did he have Fawkes reply with a letter that said "returning to school at the end of the month".
Anyone would be angry in this situation. Albus was clearly the headmaster, while she was just a deputy headmistress. Professor McGonagall, who was buried in her work, gripped her quill pen tightly and gritted her teeth.
However, Dumbledore was unaware of all this.
He simply rubbed his itchy nose and remarked that his crooked nose was indeed more sensitive.
"Fred, George! If you keep teasing Ronald, you'll lose your new robes!" A soprano voice rang out from afar.
Not far from Agarth, two identical red-haired boys with freckles on their faces exchanged a pitiful look before putting away a spider doll they were holding.
"Mom, we were just helping our little brother overcome his fear," the boy on the left said.
"Yes, and Mom, it's just a toy!" the boy on the right chimed in.
So these are the legendary mischievous twins from Hogwarts.
Agarth rubbed his eyes, watching the group of red-haired family members getting closer and closer to the two of them.
Good heavens, no wonder the Malfoys are so unhappy with the Weasleys. One family has had only one son for generations, while the other has a large and prosperous family. What a darn contrast!
"The Weasleys' lads, Agarth, they're all quite a family," Dumbledore said abruptly, though his eyes remained fixed on Agarth.
Agarth nodded without saying a word.
However, the lively family atmosphere made Agarth's eyes flash with a hint of envy.
Dumbledore didn't miss Agarth's expression.
Even though the child was raised by Gellert, he didn't resemble him at all, thankfully not.
"Arthur, Molly, good afternoon. It seems we'll have two lively Gryffindors at our school this year," Dumbledore greeted the approaching family.
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Arthur Weasley quickened his pace and saw an old man in a silver-white robe with a fair complexion standing before him.
'Who is this? Is it Professor Dumbledore?' Arthur stopped, unsure of himself, afraid he might have mistaken someone for someone else.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Molly followed behind her husband. Although Dumbledore had shaved his beard, his deep blue eyes and crooked nose made him instantly recognizable to Molly.
"Oh, it seems my face is still quite familiar to people."
Dumbledore smiled and nodded, already used to the Weasleys' strange looks. Ever since he shaved his beard, every old friend he met had the same expression.
"By Merlin, Professor Dumbledore, you have changed so much," Arthur exclaimed.
Dumbledore is almost a hundred years old, but he doesn't look that old, especially after removing his beard.
'It seems that I won't be able to grow a beard when I get old, in order to look younger.'
Molly pinched Arthur's waist before laughing and smoothing things over, "Professor Dumbledore, those two are George and Fred, and they'll be enrolling this year."
Then she pointed to the little boy hiding behind her and said, "This is Ron. He still has three years before he can go to school. However, this child is very timid."
Dumbledore nodded, looking at the twins who had suddenly become very reserved. "I think Minerva will be very happy; the House is about to welcome a little ray of sunshine."
Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, the two exchanged a glance, and Fred spoke up, "Professor Dumbledore, can we really go to Gryffindor? My father said that only warriors who have defeated dragons can enter Gryffindor."
"Of course, all the Weasleys belong to Gryffindor, don't they?" Dumbledore winked at the two of them through his glasses.
"I hope you can defeat that grumpy dragon at school. Oh, that big guy has eaten a lot of Hagrid's food."
Agarth looked up and rolled her eyes at the twins whose expressions changed instantly, and at Ron who was eavesdropping behind Mrs. Weasley.
They're just lying. Where would a dragon come from? Even if one existed, it wouldn't dare to show Dumbledore any respect. Just look at Brewster, who fought alongside Dumbledore. He was terrified of Dumbledore every time he saw him and would hide in his lair, refusing to come out.
At this moment, the Weasleys noticed the boy following behind Dumbledore. Arthur asked, "Is Professor Dumbledore accompanying a Muggle freshman to buy school supplies?"
Dumbledore coughed, pondering how to introduce Agarth to the group.
But Agarth had already taken a few steps forward, stood in front of the crowd, and said, "I'm not a Muggle freshman~"
Only then did everyone get a clear look at Agarth's appearance.
The twins are already quite tall for their age, but Agarth's years of training have paid off; at 1.75 meters tall, he is a head taller than the twins.
"Little Dumbledore?" George blurted out.
Because if Agarth, standing next to Dumbledore and smiling at them, wore glasses, he would look exactly like Dumbledore.
However, Dumbledore's hair was all white, while Agarth's hair was a striking reddish-brown.
"You could say that about me, but my name is Agarth Albus Grin…" Agarth began with a smile, but Dumbledore covered his mouth before he could finish.