"Molly, I'm so sorry," Dumbledore said to Mrs. Weasley, standing in front of the Burrow's door with a look of shame.
"This isn't your fault, and isn't The Burrow better now?"
Mrs. Weasley shook her head, looked at the small courtyard of The Burrow, and smiled.
'This time, it can be considered a blessing in disguise.'
'The annoying Gnome is gone, and the giant tree rooted in the yard has been pruned by Professor Dumbledore and the man he brought.'
From the entrance of The Burrow to the gate of the courtyard, there is a path formed by several intertwined tree roots. The dense foliage opens up from the middle, and the branches start to extend outwards, which adds a private space to The Burrow.
The originally messy branches were trapped within a barrier by the stranger using strange magic, and the branches stopped wriggling, so they wouldn't harm his family.
'Although this means losing a spacious yard where one can move around, it feels like we haven't lost anything at all.'
Mrs. Weasley turned her gaze to Agarth, who was busy under the tree.
Because the plant grows extremely fast, many cut branches are scattered around the huge tree trunk. Although they are called branches, they are still very large to a tiny person.
Agarth held a saw and hacked at the logs.
'If you make a mistake, you should make amends in time.'
But why can't we use magic? Agarth's mournful gaze fell upon Grindelwald.
'It's all that old man's fault. From the moment I saw him, he's been stirring things up. I was even thinking of helping him find a chance to meet Albus once I got to school. Hmph, just you wait.'
As Agarth thought this, he sawed the wood even harder.
Fortunately, Agarth was extremely strong, and since the toys he had made over the years were all made of wood, in no time at all, all kinds of oddly shaped pieces of wood were scattered all over the ground.
Behind him, George, who was supposedly helping but actually making things worse, was fiddling with the wood Agarth had made while muttering, "Agarth, what's the point of this wood?"
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore said you should tidy up the yard, and you're making it even messier." Fred touched his left earring with a hint of unease.
When Fred was in a hurry to hide things, he didn't think there was anything wrong with the earring, but when he looked in the mirror, he discovered that the earring was glowing!
"I'm just tidying up the wood. I'll make something fun for you guys later." Agarth glanced at Fred's earring and started sawing the last piece of wood.
But to their surprise, upon hearing Agarth's words, the two hurriedly put down the wood they were holding and grabbed Agarth's hands to prevent him from moving.
"Agarth, we're begging you, just tell us, is your game scary?"
Given Agarth's criminal record, the two no longer believed his claims about "playing around."
They certainly didn't want to be killed one day by a giant tree that suddenly appeared or some other unfamiliar thing.
Agarth rolled his eyes and casually pushed the two apart; their strength was negligible compared to his.
"Don't worry, it's safe this time! It's just some small thing from the Muggle world."
"That tree, you said it's from the Muggle world." The two of them grabbed Agarth's hand again.
"Well then, I'll finish this piece of wood, and you can do the rest. Now you can rest assured, right?" Agarth crossed his arms and gave the two who didn't believe him a disdainful look.
'What a coward!'
Hearing Agarth say this, the two let go of his hands and watched with peace of mind as Agarth sawed the wood.
"Look closely, the pieces of wood I put on the ground weren't just randomly placed." Agarth placed the last piece of wood in the upper right corner of the pile of wood blocks.
These wooden blocks are of various shapes, some long and some short, and some even have raised or recessed shapes.
Following the order from left to right, Agarth picked up a piece of wood and forcefully stuck it into the ground. Before long, Agarth had stuck all the long pieces of wood on the left into the open ground next to the oak tree.
Fred and George watched as the scattered pieces of wood took shape in Agarth's hands, forming the framework of a house. They then realized that Agarth intended to build a cabin next to the oak tree.
"Merlin, Agarth, are you building a house?" George asked. He had seen his father build houses, but he used magic to join the wood together and smooth out any uneven spots with magic.
'I've never seen someone build a house like this before.'
"Technology from an ancient Eastern country allows us to build a wooden house without using a single nail," Agarth said with a slightly proud tone, grinning.
As Agarth realized he had built a wooden cabin, a scene suddenly flashed through his mind, the madwoman Lestrange burning The Burrow down.
All the movements in their hands stopped.
'If they keep building the house, it will burn down sooner or later. If they don't, they've just boasted that they'll definitely help the Weasleys tidy up their yard.'
'Then let's get some fire retardant to protect this house?'
"No, no," Agarth shook his head. "The fire retardant is a bit expensive; this house isn't worth it."
'How about we carve a rune?
No, no, that won't do.'
Agarth glanced at his empty left hand. He knew he couldn't keep the bracelet when he met Gellert, the old geezer had snatched it away and given it to Albus to curry favor with.
If Albus and Gellert saw that he could still take out a carving knife, his "brilliant idea" would be exposed.
Yes, as the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows. Agarth not only kept a secret from the twins, but he also had a small ring hanging from the hair tie he used to tie her hair today.
'Hehe, Agarth, you're so smart!'
Agarth praised himself.
"Hey, Agarth, what are you daydreaming about?" George and Fred patted Agarth on the shoulder.
The man had stopped working halfway through his task and suddenly stood there motionless.
"It's nothing, hurry, keep looking for more of this kind of rough wood, I still need it." Agarth glanced at the adults standing at the entrance of The Burrow as he turned around, praying in his heart, "Hurry! Hurry!"
'As soon as they leave, I'll start construction myself!'
In that short time, Agarth also realized why Gellert had targeted him as soon as he arrived at The Burrow.
'All he did was disturb their personal rest space! Honestly! And they even lied to him, saying that old man wouldn't be in England so soon!'
'Albus had just entrusted him to the Weasleys' care, and this guy showed up!'
'A love-struck mind that prioritizes romance over their own child.'
In the distance, Professor Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction as he watched the children busily working away.
At least Agarth acknowledged his mistake and took positive steps to rectify it.
"Molly, I'll be leaving Agarth in your care."
Dumbledore said, then Apparated away without even glancing at Grindelwald beside him.
Dumbledore knew that even if he told the man not to follow, it wouldn't make a difference.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to appear so brazenly in the headmaster's office, scaring those portraits into silence.