George and Fred pulled their brother back, but he still didn't realize Agarth's ruthlessness. The dumbest person in their family was Ron, and the second dumbest was Charlie.
Charlie, who had been pulled into the compartment by the twins, scratched the back of his head and smiled kindly, but a sly glint flashed in his eyes.
He had heard from his mother that during Agarth's time at The Burrow, he had almost turned the place upside down with George and Fred.
Agarth didn't miss the look that flashed in Charlie's eyes, and slightly curled the corner of his mouth.
The Weasleys, to be precise, don't really have any truly stupid children, except for Bill, whom I haven't met yet. As it stands, Ron is the dumbest.
"Charlie, how long will it take us to get to Hogwarts?" Fred tried to snatch the book from Percy's hand, but failed and instead got his hand slapped hard. He pulled his hand back and, out of boredom, took out a spider model that he and George had been learning to make with Agarth over the past few days.
"We'll be there whenever it gets dark." Charlie glanced at the model in Fred's hand, then snatched it away.
This model looks pretty good, but it feels greasy to the touch.
"Where did you buy this?" Charlie asked, sniffing the strange smell on his hands and holding up the spider model.
"This wasn't bought! Agarth taught us how to make it!" George also took out another giant red spider he had made and handed it to Charlie.
"Why does this feel oily to the touch?" Charlie asked, holding a model in one hand and looking at the oily sheen on it with a puzzled expression.
Agarth clenched his fist, coughed lightly, blinked, looked out the window without saying a word, but his ears were perked up.
'These are some plastic materials I collected from the Muggle world. Those Gundam works from my past life were so beautiful, weren't they all made of plastic?'
Agarth did some more research, combining magic with these ordinary materials, adding some runes, and easily made these little models come to life.
'It was just a little accident.'
"You mean this? Oil!"
George and Fred gave Charlie a strange look.
Couldn't the good student tell what it was?
Hearing the commotion, Percy put down his book, took a model from Charlie's hand, and played with it for a while.
"Is this... Mom's cooking butter?" Percy hesitated, feeling a strange stickiness in his hands.
George and Fred exchanged a glance and nodded.
It was indeed butter that was used at first, but Mrs. Weasley found out later and scolded him again with his ear twisted.
George and Fred never dared to steal butter from the kitchen again.
However, Agarth said that models need to be cured with oil to look lifelike.
So, one night, when Agarth got up to use the bathroom, he saw George and Fred using models to rub oil off Ron's face.
While rubbing against it, he grinned disgustedly and skillfully pulled out a dusty cloth to wipe every part of the model.
Upon seeing this, Agarth, remembering that he had touched their models more than once, began to regret why he had made up such a statement to fool them.
"But why does it taste so strange?" Percy frowned and sniffed the model.
George and Fred retrieved their model, and it did indeed feel very greasy to the touch.
The two of them simultaneously pulled out the familiar handkerchief from their pockets and began wiping the model.
vomit!
Agarth felt a wave of nausea.
He regretted it, he regretted it so much. He shouldn't have thought of playing a trick on them. He came up with such a crazy idea. He really tricked them and disgusted himself.
Even though the two of them would wipe Ron's face clean with a cloth after each time they rubbed it, the greasiness would still be absorbed by the plastic material over time.
None of the others noticed Agarth's disgusted expression, only Charlie did.
Then he remembered that Percy had just asked George and Fred what kind of oil they used, and the two little guys had given a vague answer.
Without saying a word, he gently patted their backs and wiped his hands clean.
'It's probably nothing good, you can tell from Agarth's expression.'
'I'm going to the toilet to wash my hands in a bit.'
Thinking this, Charlie met Agarth's knowing gaze, calmly withdrew his hand, gave Agarth a goofy smile, and mouthed, "What oil?"
Confirmed, this is another smart bastard.
"Ron's face is oily." Agarth met Charlie's incredulous gaze and nodded affirmatively.
"What kind of oil is this? It doesn't smell like butter," Percy muttered to himself as he put his hand under his nose and sniffed it carefully.
Both of them turned their gaze to Percy's hands, simultaneously smirking with disgust.
George and Fred are disgusting.
George and Fred certainly knew it was disgusting, but they found the oil smeared on their faces disgusting. Then they thought of their little brother's dirty face and realized it was a good use of it.
In addition, they had prepared small handkerchiefs, so the two of them thought that as long as they wiped it clean, that would be fine.
However, they haven't mentioned this to anyone.
Including Agarth.
Back in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore, who was resting on the sofa, glanced at Grindelwald sitting on the other side.
"Agarth started school today, didn't you go to see him off?"
"We'll see each other soon, why bother with gifts?" Grindelwald continued flipping through the book in his hand, shifting his leg across his body.
"This is different." Dumbledore pursed his lips.
He knew better than anyone else the deep affection in Agarth's eyes when he looked at Grindelwald.
Unlike his other father, who appeared halfway through his life, Grindelwald was more important to Agarth than Albus was.
Even with the memories of an extra lifetime, he is still a child and will still look forward to his parents seeing him off.
Dumbledore mimicked Grindelwald's gesture, crossing his legs. "Do you think he might be looking for you in front of the station?"
Grindelwald paused, then flipped through a few more pages before closing the book.
Lately, he's been a bit too focused on the beginning and not the end.
All I hoped for was the chance to live peacefully with Albus and grow old together in harmony.
Now that the opportunity has arrived, we must make the most of it.
"I'll explain everything to Agarth properly, don't worry."
Dumbledore nodded when he heard him say that.
He had learned a lot about raising children from Molly, and he couldn't let Agarth be disappointed in him as a father over something so trivial, nor could he let Gellert be.
"Judging from the sky, they should be arriving soon. Let's go, we should go to the Great Hall to wait for them."