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

Agas' first reaction when he heard this was to grin, but before he could laugh, he heard Professor Snape's laughter.

"Oh, I really should applaud our college for welcoming a genius like you into the first grade, right, Mr. Ringel?" Professor Snape uttered these words through his straight thin lips.

"Actually, there's no need to praise me so much." Agas stroked his hair, his ears turning red with embarrassment.

Did he really not hear his own sarcasm?

Professor Snape took a deep breath, and his already thin cheeks looked even firmer under the dim light.

Agas touched his fleshy chin, moved slightly closer to Professor Snape, and squinted at his sharp jaw angle.

"Professor, are you gritting your teeth?"

"Hiss~" This was the sound coming from Medusa on the door, but to Agas' ears it sounded like laughter.

Agas looked at the closed door in surprise, then looked at Professor Snape, whose face was becoming increasingly gloomy.

I shrank my neck, feeling that I must have said something stupid.

So she obediently took out a box of medicine bottles from the ring and placed them respectfully on Professor Snape's desk.

"I originally just wanted to make Warrington's hands itch. This guy didn't eat well and stole my sausage, so I put the powder in the food."

In fact, in his previous life, Agas was extremely fond of Snape, the tragic character in the book.

With this filter in place, Agas behaved very well in front of the professor, who obviously had a very bad impression of him.

After all, in the snake house, it’s okay to offend little snakes, but if you offend the snake king, you will be in real trouble.

Professor Snape was about to utter a mocking tone, but he swallowed it back after hearing Agas' attentive behavior.

"Tell me, this powder obviously makes people itchy, but why does it swell quickly after scratching?" Professor Snape understood the principle behind it. What he didn't understand was why the potion could turn into powder.

Agas nodded in understanding, realizing that this was the reason why he was called over.

Thinking of this, Agas pulled out the chair in front of the desk very brazenly, glanced at the dust on the chair with disgust, took out the handkerchief that Grindelwald had just given him and wiped it before sitting down.

"Do you know geranium leaves?" Agas took out another basket of flowers and placed them on the table.

"This is geranium leaves. This is the oriental method. Geranium leaves are added with corn flour and other things to remove excess impurities. The final precipitated lumps are dried and crushed to get powder."

"As for the powder you see, I just add a few drops of swelling agent at the end of the process. This way, the itching powder is divided into two grades. And it's so fun."

After listening to Agas' explanation, Professor Snape took out a bottle of powder, opened it, poured some powder on the table, touched it with a small spoon, and pondered for a long time.

Agas supported his chin and observed for a while, but he really didn't understand what the person in front of him was going to do, so he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Disrespecting the dean and hurting classmates, there is sufficient evidence. Take out the eyes and eggs of the toads in the two buckets next to you, and put the poisonous skin sacs in the bucket on the other side. If you can't finish it, I will double it tomorrow."

Snape sorted out the things on the table one by one, put them into his own locker, and stopped Agas who was walking out.

"But professor, I gave you everything." Agas looked at his box of medicine bottles and the geranium leaves that Kakasin had picked with great effort, and covered his chest with his hands in pain.

This is all money! Money! Not only did I not escape, but I also had to work for nothing.

"These are lunchboxes. They'll be gifts for your first meeting with the dean."

There was a hint of amusement in Professor Snape's eyes, but his expression was much softer than at the beginning.

He originally thought that the person in front of him was another child who took advantage of his good family background to play pranks on his classmates. However, after a conversation, he found that the child in front of him was different from those people.

At least, the child in front of him has a strong talent for potions.

Agas, with a sad face, walked to the right side of the entrance.

The space there was extremely large, with two buckets of toads placed on a long table. It was not difficult to see that this was the place where Snape often put students in solitary confinement.

Why? Just looking at the colorful gloves of different sizes hanging on the rack, you can see that there are only a few people in solitary confinement who are punished to do this work.

However, what Agarth didn't know was that this kind of dirty work was usually done by the Gryffindors, and he was the first Slytherin to be punished to dissect a toad.

Alas, Agas sighed, took out his gloves and a few specially made hand-made knives from the ring, grabbed a toad and started working.

Professor Snape glanced at Agas, who was working quietly and seriously, and then continued to study the geranium leaves that Agas brought with peace of mind.

However, he may not have a deep enough understanding of the saying "Quiet children are the most dangerous."

With his back to Professor Snape, Agas touched the gland on the toad through his gloves, then took out an empty bottle and squeezed the white liquid condensed on the gland into the bottle.

In less than a moment, a whole bottle of liquid was collected.

However, the gloves were covered with thick white liquid. Agas took off the gloves in disgust and changed into new ones.

Continue dissecting the toad corpse.

Seeing that curfew was approaching, Snape said to Agas, "We will continue tomorrow. Go back to your dormitory first."

Agas nodded, looked at the gloves on the table, silently picked up the clean part of the gloves, put them on Professor Snape's desk, turned around, and ran away without saying goodbye.

Snape, who was researching new things, finally had some free time at around one in the morning. He picked up the cold coffee on the table and took a sip, only to find a pair of dirty and smelly gloves beside him.

Professor Snape's face darkened. As expected, this kid couldn't be praised. He looked like Dumbledore and had a similar personality.

Revenge is always in the present.

Snape picked up the gloves and threw them onto the shelf next to the long table. Little did he know that the fingers that had just touched the gloves suddenly peeled off a layer of skin, revealing the flesh underneath.

asshole.

On the other hand, Agas, who had already escaped, could already imagine Snape going to class tomorrow with his hands wrapped, and on his way back to the dormitory, he would be touched here and there by a pair of hands, feeling extremely comfortable and relaxed.

"You've taken the wrong path, Agas." A deep voice sounded from behind Agas.