Hogwarts: I'm taking my dad to find my mom.

Chapter 124 Quirinus Quirrell

"Aberforth, you shouldn't give him alcohol." Dumbledore put his arm around Agarth's shoulders and moved closer to smell the alcohol.

"This brat insists on drinking!"

Aberforth glared at Dumbledore and the other man, and with his right hand, he tried to untie his left hand that was tied by Agarth, then he scolded the young man at the other end of the long rope: "What are you standing there for? Untie it quickly, do you really want to be my wife?"

Dumbledore then looked at the young man standing next to him. The man had a very delicate face, big eyes and fair skin.

This is the current Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore smiled sheepishly: "Quirinus, I'm sorry, Aberforth has a rather straightforward personality."

Quirinus Quirrell shook his head. "He was just too angry."

After saying that, he looked at the rope wrapped around his hands and slowly fumbled with them.

Then, he untied the rope that was originally wrapped around his hand.

At the other end of the long rope, Aberforth was still gasping for breath and trying hard to tear it.

like water off a duck's back.

"Perhaps it doesn't need to be solved, Aberforth," said Dumbledore.

He raised his wand and pointed it at the long rope, preparing to burn it.

However, he was stopped by Aberforth.

"No, this is my beard, and I still want to keep my beard." As he spoke, his tone became more and more resentful.

"Get away from me!"

"I don't welcome anyone with the name Grindelwald here anymore!!"

He kicked out the two sober people.

Then with a bang, the bar door closed.

"Quirinus, I have to take this child back to school first."

Dumbledore looked at the closed door, shook his head and said to Quirrell beside him.

"Maybe we're going the same way?"

"No, Headmaster Dumbledore, I still need to buy some teaching aids for class."

Quirrell shook his head in refusal and turned away.

However, before leaving, he glanced at Agas.

Just now, after seeing himself, this child suddenly gave himself a bunch of wooden rings, bracelets and other things.

He was saying strange things.

"These are treasures. Wear them when you are lost. They will save your life."

"Remember, wear it when you are most helpless and confused."

Before he could react, a bunch of things were stuffed into his arms.

Then he was tied up by Agas and taken to the bar.

Although he had never met this child, he had heard of this child in school who looked like the principal and whose last name was Grindelwald.

Although, those weren't good rumors.

Dumbledore brought Agas back to school and sent him to their dean's office.

The students of a certain college should be the responsibility of that college, right?

Dumbledore nodded to the angry big-nosed man in front of him.

"Severus, I picked up a child from your house on the road."

"I must say one thing, you should manage your academy well."

"How can a first-year student drink alcohol?"

After saying that, he half-carried and half-dragged Agas and placed him on the only black leather sofa in Snape's office.

Then he turned around and patted Snape's shoulder.

"Severus, thank you for your hard work."

"Fox, let's go back."

Dumbledore couldn't wait to leave Snape's sight.

If you don't leave now, you will be attacked by bat fluid.

Snape was disturbed and ruined a pot of medicinal herbs.

He exhaled roughly and rapidly, and walked towards the sofa step by step.

Take off the hat that Dumbledore just put on.

Looking at the red-haired Agas lying on the sofa, his face invisible, he cursed: "Dumbledore, you can't take good care of your own child, but you send him to me. Are you crazy?"

The sleeping Agas turned over, covered his ears, opened one eye dazedly, and went back to sleep.

"It was horrible. Snape's cursing could be heard all the way to my dormitory from one floor away."

"Hoohoo."

Snape took a few steps back, leaned against the bookshelf next to him, covered his chest and gasped.

A pair of obsidian eyes stared at Agas, and the hand holding the wand trembled.

He would ask Minerva tomorrow if she was willing to transfer Agas to their college.

The next morning, in the Slytherin Headmaster's office.

Black leather sofa in the room.

"Today's weather is so nice. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw..."

"Ah Snape~"

Agas shook his feet, stretched, sang the nursery rhyme he had learned in his previous life, opened his eyes, and met a big black face.

"It seems that Mr. Grindelwald is awake?"

Snape stared at Agas, curled his lips slightly, and handed Agas a large bowl of potion.

"A hangover potion."

Agas put his face close to the bowl and lowered his head.

The bright yellow color of the potion illuminated Agas's face.

Agas looked at the big bowl that reflected his entire head and fell into deep thought.

This bowl is a bit too big, isn't it?

"No?" Snape narrowed his eyes.

"Professor, I'm not drinking." Agas reached out and pushed the bowl away.

"No?"

"Didn't drink."

Agas nodded.

Snape took the bowl away, walked over to the counter, and held up another bowl that was larger, taller, and wider in both hands.

"I forgot to tell you that I was kept awake last night by a drunkard who talked in my sleep."

"So, I made a potion overnight that would be more beneficial to your bloodline."

"Since you haven't been drinking, just finish this potion."

He held up the bowl and spoke in a flat tone.

"Abu Abu." Agas shouted, moving away from the green potion and calling out to Abu.

Then, under Snape's angry gaze, he disappeared into the room holding Abu.

After Agas returned to the dormitory and washed up, he came to the auditorium.

Agas, who had drunk a large bottle of butter beer and had not eaten anything, was now singing loudly with his stomach empty.

Agas rubbed his eyes, sat down, and started eating frantically.

Quirrell, who had been sitting near the Ravenclaw table, suddenly changed his seat this time.

Sat closest to the Slytherin table.

He looked at Agas who was eating and drinking lavishly.

Suddenly he said, "Mr. Grindelwald, do you still remember me?"

Agas put the bowl away and took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

Look at Quirrell.

Shake his head.

Who is this person?

Quirrell was not surprised. After all, the child was obviously drunk and acting crazy yesterday.

He thought of the pile of things he had put away, shook his head, and left his seat.

He was thinking too much. Maybe the pile of things was just a joke played by the kid in front of him.