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

The next morning, Agas was woken up by Kaka.

Last night, Kaka not only helped Agas clean up the room, but also moved necessities such as beds and wardrobes from somewhere.

Tidy up Agas' room.

Since Agas lived alone, the room was quite large, so Kaka brought a few diligent house-elves and brought in a dark green curtain. A dark brown bed was placed on the left side of the room.

On the right side there are several large bookshelves and a desk, and on the other side of the desk there is a table glowing with silver light.

It was filled with carving tools commonly used by Agas and various types of wood.

Kaka brought all the tools he used to use from Godri Valley to himself.

"Kaka, what will I do if I leave you?" Agas said while sitting on the bed, rubbing his eyes.

Kaka carried a plate of breakfast and placed it on the table with tears in her eyes. "Kaka, I will always be with the little master. When the little master has a little master, Kaka will still be with the little master."

Agas stretched, ruffled his messy hair, and when he got out of bed and passed by Kaka, he patted Kaka's shoulder gently.

Agas had to admit that he was indeed very dependent on this house-elf who had been with him since he was a baby.

After cleaning myself up and having breakfast.

After picking out several sets of clothes, Agas finally tied up his hair in front of the full-length mirror, put on a Slytherin house robe, walked out of the dormitory and came to the common room.

Carl, who was sitting in a chair wiping his wand boredly, looked up and saw the sleepy figure of Agas, and jumped down from the chair.

Throwing a jingling bag of Galleons to Agas.

"There are more than 7 Galleons in it. Do you have any more of that powder?" Carl spent the entire night studying the powder and used up a whole bottle. So he waited in the common room early this morning, wanting to buy another bottle from Agas.

Agas opened the bag, counted out 14 gold galleons, put them into his ring, and threw the bag and a new bottle of powder to Carl.

"There's only one bottle left, use it sparingly."

Carl nodded regretfully.

"Oh no! Let's go! The first period is the dean's class!" Carl suddenly shouted when he noticed that there were fewer and fewer people around him.

He picked up the books beside him and ran out of the lounge.

Agas, who had come to his senses, trotted after him.

On his first day of class, he didn't want to be sprayed with venom by the king snake.

After rushing for a long time, the two finally entered the classroom before the bell rang.

The first class of the day was with the Gryffindors.

The distribution of seats in the classroom is as clear as the boundary between Chu and Han.

The tables on the left were filled with Gryffindor students, while the tables on the right were filled with Slytherin students.

However, since they entered the classroom too late, the only seats left for the two of them were next to the podium.

Agas glanced around and happened to see the twins sitting at the back of the classroom waving at him.

Without giving it much thought, he simply walked over and sat next to them.

However, as Agas moved, all the Slytherin students' eyes were on Agas.

Until Agas sat down.

Some Slytherins couldn't help but look shocked.

The thick-skinned guys didn't care about those annoying looks at all.

George glared at the group of people and said to Agas in a low voice: "My friend, how was your time last night?"

Fred rolled up his sleeves and continued, "I just heard a fool say that you definitely won't be able to go to class today. Did they bully you?"

Agas shook his head and was about to speak when the door behind him was suddenly slammed open by someone.

Professor Snape walked to the podium with hurried steps and his robes fluttering behind him.

He took out a piece of parchment and called out the names in a tone that was neither rising nor falling.

Until Agas' name was called, he looked at where Agas was.

His face darkened, “Mr. Lingel, is the position next to me so uncomfortable for you?”

In the Potions classroom, due to the convenience of practical operations, there were usually only two people sitting at a long table, but it was obvious that Agas's table was occupied by three people.

Hearing what Professor Snape said, Agas stood up with a bang.

He obediently took his book, walked a few steps forward, and sat down at the long table below Professor Snape.

Very good, my deskmate is the girl with dimples.

Seeing that Agas was so sensible, Professor Snape swallowed back the words he was about to say.

"Very good, Mr. Linger. I hope you will be so obedient when making the potion later."

Snape uttered a sneer.

Agas pretended to nod obediently, but his eyes were on Snape's white and slender hands.

Ok?

fine?

It seems that he didn't fall for it.

What's going on? I feel a little regretful.

Snape followed Agarth's gaze, glanced at his own hands, and twirled the parchment list with his fingers.

"You are here to learn the precise science and exact craft of potion-making," Snape said, his voice barely above a whisper but everyone heard every word he said.

"Since there are no foolish waving of wands here, many of you will not believe that this is magic. I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of the simmering cauldron with white smoke and bursts of fragrance. You will not truly understand the magical power of the liquid flowing into people's veins, making people's hearts and minds excited and confused. I can teach you how to improve your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death - but there must be one thing, that is, you are not the kind of fools I often meet."

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Agas.

Obviously, this last sentence carries a warning tone, as if it is a conversation with Agas.

Under the podium, Agas, who was unaware of what was happening, was silently repeating in his mind the Snape-style speech that he loved so much, while staring at Snape with sparkling eyes.

Snape, who originally wanted to warn Agas not to use unknown medicinal herbs casually, also noticed the look in Agas' eyes.

For some reason, the question that was about to come out was suddenly taken back.

Although he looks very similar to Dumbledore, he doesn't seem very smart.

Let him go for now. If he can't make a superior potion today, put him in solitary confinement.

Thinking of this, Professor Snape turned his attention to Warrington, who had caused a farce yesterday.

"Mr. Warrington, come to my office after class."

This is the real idiot.