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

When Agas opened his eyes, he saw a petite girl with long black curly hair and light brown eyes standing behind his chair.

Agas followed the girl's hand and looked at a thin book that was pressed between his waist and the back of the chair.

The girl saw that some pages of her book were folded and a hint of anger flashed in her eyes.

"Book."

Agas felt guilty for a rare moment, and he quickly straightened out the squeezed, wrinkled little notebook before returning it to its owner.

On the inside page of the book, the words "Carl Margaret" were neatly written.

It turns out that this is this year's Slytherin head.

Agas looked at the girl in front of him named Carl. She was very cute, but she seemed very angry now.

Also, a bit short.

Carl flipped through his books and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they were intact.

When I looked up, I saw Agas looking at me from head to toe.

So he widened his eyes and said, "What are you looking at!"

Agas took a few steps back in fear.

Not only short, but also fierce.

Karl wrinkled his nose when he saw the person in front of him took a few steps back because of him.

"I saw it!"

"What did you see?" Agas responded to Carl's irrelevant words.

"I sat opposite you tonight and saw how you teased that idiot Warrington." Carl sat in the seat where Agas had just sat, holding a book, and patted the seat next to him, motioning for Agas to sit down.

"Are you going to file a complaint?" asked Agas.

"Humph, I won't help that idiot." Carl raised his chin, straightened his back and said proudly.

"But, what did you use?" Carl glanced at Agas, "Tell me, in exchange, I can make this year's freshmen dare not bully you."

Agas yawned. He was totally uninterested in what the little girl in front of him said. As long as the Slytherin people didn't bother him, he wouldn't cause any trouble either.

But if you come to provoke him, it doesn’t matter, Agas loves playing games the most.

"Did you hear that?" Carl pushed Agas' shoulder.

Agas looked at the dimples on Carl's lips that appeared and disappeared as she spoke, thought for a moment, then took out a bottle of medicine powder and put it in her hand.

"Here, 7 gold galleons." Agas stretched out his hand.

"......" Carl, who thought it was a gift for him, looked at Agas's palm facing upward and touched his empty pocket.

"Wait, I'll get back to you in the dormitory."

"Forget it, you give it to me tomorrow."

After saying that, Agas covered his mouth and yawned again while walking towards the boys' dormitory.

He remembered that in his previous life, the girl who lived next to him was also a girl with dimples.

Because she has dimples, I sell her at a low price and allow her to buy on credit.

Agas walked towards the stairs on the right, complaining madly as he went down.

"Is it true that I won't get rheumatism if I live here?"

The further you go down, the more humid the air becomes and the lower the temperature becomes.

After turning a few corners, Agas came to a wooden door covered in dust with his name written on the door frame.

Just as he was about to put his hand on the door handle, he saw Abu peck his arm.

"What's wrong?" Agas asked puzzledly.

"Chi~" Abu shook the feathers on his body and stared at the door handle with his sharp pupils.

Agas squinted his eyes and looked at the place, lifted Abu, put him on his shoulder, took out a large piece of raw meat, and touched the handle.

The part where the piece of raw meat touched the door handle rotted instantly. At the same time, a sizzling sound could be heard coming from the rotten part.

Agas's sleepy eyes darkened, and the corners of his mouth, which usually showed a smile, drooped, and his tightly pursed lips became stretched into a straight line.

It seems that the peaceful days in recent years have made me lose my vigilance.

Today's lesson was not profound enough for some people in Slytherin.

There was a dark gray in Agas's deep blue pupils. With his eyelids drooped, he slowly cleaned the thing on the door handle and pushed open the dormitory door.

With Abu with feathers exploding on his shoulder, Agas took out the magic wand that had never been used.

Then he twirled his wand towards the things in the room.

"The whirlwind swept away."

All the objects in the house were seen rotating and annihilating in a small area at the beginning, and then slowly turned into ashes under the large red light.

Sure enough, in the face of strength, all conspiracies and tricks are nothing but small fights.

Agas frowned, looked at the empty room, and called Kaka.

"Kaka, help me clean up."

Kaka, who heard the call, appeared in the corner of the room and responded loudly: "Kaka will clean up immediately! Are you hungry, little master? Kaka has prepared some snacks for you."

When Agas heard the word dim sum, his eyes lit up, but he looked at the location of the wooden door and shook his head.

"Kaka, you clean up first, I still have things to do."

Kaka opened his big eyes and looked at Agas worriedly.

This was the first time the little master refused Kaka’s snacks.

Although he was very worried about Agas, Kaka still followed Agas's orders, found some cleaning tools, and used the elf's housework magic to start working.

Agas looked at the door of the dormitory, touched his neck gently, and thought about it.

Then he took out a chair, opened the door, sat in front of the room, took out some tools, and started to tinker with it.

In the dormitory on the other side, several freshmen who heard the noise poked their heads out and looked towards Agas' dormitory, but they only saw Agas' back sitting in front of the room door with his back to them.

Several people looked at each other. They saw what Warrington and some third-year seniors made in front of Agas's door. They originally wanted to see this guy get humiliated.

But the current situation clearly shows that Agas has not been tricked.

Several people quietly closed the door, and a figure ran to the next room marked with Warrington's name to inform the other party.

While busy, Agas' ears twitched slightly, and he was well aware of the movements behind him, but he still left the door open and was busy with the trap he had set so blatantly.

The potion on the door would not be discovered unless you were a master of potions. If Abu had not had a keen sense of smell and smelled it out, I would have been poisoned today.

Those who dared to apply this kind of medicine did not expect that they would discover it. They would probably just wonder if the medicine had lost its effect.

Then I just want to make these people suffer.

If you dare to do it, you must bear the consequences.

Agas expressionlessly took out the toad gland venom he had just collected today.