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

"Hiss~" This was the sound made by Agas, who was kicked out of the principal's office and squatted beside the gargoyle, covering the back of his swollen head.

Agas stroked Abu in his arms and said aggrievedly: "Abu, I am doing this for their own good, why are you hitting me?"

A question flashed across Abu's clear eyes. He called out softly and rubbed Agas's cheek with his head, silently comforting him.

She also noticed that the two bipeds in the room were obviously very excited, so why did they hit Agas?

"Chirp!"

"That's right! That's right! They just want that potion! And they kicked me out!" Agas shouted at the entrance indignantly.

When he was kicked out just now, Grindelwald asked him to ask the beautiful female headmaster the location of the store.

Shameless old man.

Obviously very excited!

And Albus, he saw it all! He just looked at Gellert with a red face!

This is not what you want!

However, Agas had misunderstood this point. Being a virgin solo is still a little bit lacking.

Dumbledore wasn't looking at Grindelwald, he was staring at him.

So, after hearing what Agarth said, Grindelwald had no choice but to drive Agarth out before Dumbledore got angry.

However, he was indeed interested in the potion that Agas mentioned.

He still remembered the potion in Agas's mind that could make people look younger, and Grindelwald was determined to get it.

Inside the office, the two men who had kicked Agas out could still hear Agas' complaints at the door from time to time.

After a while, it became quiet outside. It seemed that Agas had left.

Grindelwald glanced at Dumbledore, who was pretending to correct documents, and stood in front of the table, with his hands on the table, staring into Dumbledore's eyes and said, "Albus, are you really not curious?"

Dumbledore's mood, which had just calmed down, was ignited by these words, and red appeared on his earlobes.

However, he did not respond to Grindelwald's words, and the room fell into silence.

Grindelwald smiled softly, nodded, straightened up, and sat in the chair next to him.

"I see."

On the other side, Agas was panting heavily as he ran madly towards the Slytherin Headmaster's office in the basement.

"He, he didn't tell me the password to enter the dormitory!"

This is probably retribution.

I was just thinking about playing a trick on Professor Snape, so I slipped away without saying goodbye. Could the person hiding in the corner and listening just now be Snape who caught up with me to tell me the password?

Damn it, I just laughed at him.

If I go back to him now, I'm afraid I'll have to endure his cold sarcasm again, right?

I'm sorry, Agas, you should have left yourself a way out.

Agas patted his timid hands and knocked gently on the door under the gaze of Medusa.

But no one answered.

Agas looked around, pinched his throat, and whispered to Medusa: "Beautiful sister, open the door for me. I will catch a little snake for you to play with in a few days."

Medusa twisted her waist and made a hissing sound.

"I don't dare. If I open the door, the black-faced monster will apply some strange potion on me, which will smell terrible."

"Then tell me, is he asleep?"

Medusa sensed the presence of the person in the room, and simply blocked the door, ignoring Agas' questions.

There was a child and a black-faced monster. She would rather offend the child than the black-faced monster.

Seeing that Medusa ignored him, Agas knocked on the door again, but still no one responded.

I could only hold Abu and follow the route that the beautiful female prefect remembered, walk to the stone wall at the entrance of the Slytherin common room, and sit down.

Am I going to be the first freshman in history who doesn't know the password and is trapped at the door of the lounge?

Seeing that the curfew was about to arrive, Agas was thinking about whether to take out the corrosive agent to apply on the stone wall. Suddenly, a door appeared in the stone wall and opened from the inside.

The dark brown-haired man in Slytherin robes pushed open the door, glanced at Agas who was sitting at the door, and was stunned for a moment.

It was Mr. Fandy Parkinson, the male prefect, who had first spoken a word of lecture to Warrington that evening.

"Mr. Ringel, Professor Snape asked me to wait for you here." Parkinson raised his chin slightly and looked down at Agas.

"The password for Slytherin House this week is Noble. If you answer it correctly, the door will open. Come in."

Agas heard the word noble again and smiled.

I'm afraid that after tonight, the word "noble" will be changed. If I had known it was so simple, I wouldn't have sat there stupidly. I should have tried the command a few more times, and maybe I could have opened the door of the lounge.

Parkinson glanced at Agas' smiling face, thought about what he had said, and walked into the lounge with a dark face.

Tomorrow I will ask the dean to change the password!

Passing through the door and entering the Slytherin common room, I saw a long and low basement with walls and ceiling made of rough stones. A round, green-glowing lamp was tied with a chain and hung from the ceiling.

In front of Agarth, under an ornately carved mantelpiece, a fire was crackling, reflecting the figures of several Slytherin students sitting on carved chairs.

Several Slytherins who were sitting on carved chairs reading books looked up at Agarth and the other man.

There was a hint of mockery on the corners of their mouths, but none of the students spoke. Instead, they looked at Parkinson.

Parkinson pointed in the direction of the dormitory. "Since there are an odd number of Slytherin freshmen this year, you will have your own dormitory for the time being. The dormitory with your name on the door is your dormitory."

After saying that, he pointed to the bulletin board next to the entrance of the lounge.

"Tomorrow's class schedule is on the bulletin board. The first class is our dean's class. Don't blame me for not reminding you. Don't be late."

"It is Slytherin's tradition to elect a head teacher every year."

Parkinson said this and frowned as he looked at the bird in Agas' arms. Why did this bird look so familiar?

"Your absence tonight means you will not participate in the chief's challenge. Every class of students must follow the leadership of the chief. The chief of your class is Carl Margaret."

"Good night, then, Mr. Lingle."

After quickly explaining everything, Parkinson nodded to Agas, not caring whether Agas understood or not. He turned around, greeted the people sitting on the lounge chairs, and returned to the dormitory.

Agas smoothed the information his ears had just received, pinched his hot earlobes, walked forward a few steps, and lay down on the chair.

"Difficult mode, on."

"Excuse me, you're pressing down my book." A clear, slightly cool female voice came from above Agas' head.