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

Warrington, who was sitting at the second to last table on the Slytherin side, heard his head of house's words and responded with a "yes".

However, there was a hint of viciousness in his eyes when he looked at Agas.

Agas scratched his back, feeling strange and itchy, but he did not get distracted. Instead, he took out a new notebook and started taking notes.

Although I have read about the steps and precautions for making potion to treat boils taught by Professor Snape in the textbook, some of the special techniques were not mentioned in the book.

As expected, the reputation of potion genius is well-deserved.

Agas, who was writing furiously, nodded affirmatively.

I don't know if I throw the wooden objects into the potion and stew them together, no, make them together, will the effect be the same as if I dipped the wood into the potion and carved it in?

Remember it!

Professor Snape squinted at Agas, stepped down from the podium, and held up his wand to grab the notebook that Agas was about to turn the page of.

Right page section:

[1. In the first stage, make medicine and put it into wooden objects;

2. When the medicine bubbles, stir and wait;

3. In the second stage, add the medicine, take out the wooden tools for observation, put them back for stirring and waiting;

4.*******

Summary: The method needs to be tested, and the feasibility is 14%]

And on the left page of the notes is the key content of Professor Snape's lesson.

However, there were small arrows pointing to the operating steps on the right page, with the words "Method 123" marked next to them, and some corrections, while the lower half of the right page was left with a lot of blank space with the title "Actual Operation".

Agas opened his hands and silently covered his own handwriting.

Harry Potter was targeted for writing a record of his words, let alone writing something insignificant.

Agas doesn't have green eyes.

Professor Snape breathed heavily through his nose.

"very good."

"It looks like we Slytherin are about to welcome a Potions genius."

With a sarcastic tone, Professor Snape took away Agas's notebook, walked quickly to the blackboard, and tapped the blackboard.

The methods for all the steps he had taught in this lesson appeared on the blackboard.

Professor Snape snorted coldly, "Two people in a group, start working. As for Mr. Linger, it shouldn't be difficult to operate alone."

The Slytherins laughed when they heard what Professor Snape said, but under his cold gaze, they hurriedly placed the herbs on the table one by one.

Agas avoided Professor Snape's gaze and sighed softly. The fan fiction misled me. Doesn't the novel say that he loves geniuses very much?

Well, why don’t I count it myself?

Why are you targeting people?

George and Fred, who were sitting in the back, looked at each other.

"George, did Agas bring anything unpleasant?"

"I think it's because he shouldn't be a Slytherin."

Warrington, who happened to be sitting at the table next to them, rolled his eyes.

"Is it still you Gryffindors?"

While mocking him, he added: "Yeah, they are all a bunch of red-haired idiots."

Argas, who had very sharp hearing, suddenly stood up and looked back at Warrington.

"Last time I said I liked your mouth, this time, I like your hair."

Agas spoke in a flat tone, his lips moving slightly, the sound just loud enough for Carl beside him to hear, but it exploded in Warrington's ears.

Carl's eyes followed what Agas said and fell on Warrington's dark brown hair.

She really couldn't understand how there could be such a stupid person in Slytherin. Lingle looked so similar to Professor Dumbledore, so how could he think that Lingle was just a half-blood?

And he provoked her again and again.

The twins only saw Agas look back at Warrington inexplicably, but Warrington's face turned pale and he suddenly became panicked.

“This kid is so afraid of Agas, yet he still dares to provoke him.”

"Is this what Agas said about deserved a beating?"

The two men were originally angry, but after seeing Warrington's frightened look, their anger gradually subsided.

However, the two of them touched the earrings given by Agas and smiled at each other in tacit understanding.

Warrington, who was frightened by Agas, slammed the table in front of him after he turned around.

The sound was so loud that it attracted the attention of Professor Snape.

"Mr. Warrington, do you have any problem with my class?"

"No, no, Professor."

Warrington hated Agas's look of greatness and he was the most important person, and he also regretted his own fearful look just now.

Lingle, damn it!

"Then why don't you start quickly!"

Professor Snape's deep voice made the students in the classroom stare closely at the things in their hands, for fear of making any mistakes and being picked up and scolded.

After seeing the extremely quiet classroom environment after his words, Professor Snape nodded and began to patrol.

However, his eyes would from time to time fall on Agas, who was making the potion in an orderly manner, step by step, and peacefully.

The steps are correct, the method is correct, and the time to add the medicinal materials is also correct.

only.

"boom!"

The crucible in front of Agas suddenly made a loud explosion. Carl next to him reacted very quickly and gave up the potion he was making.

He picked up the book and ran away.

A red barrier flashed around Agas, blocking the splashing liquid in front of him.

However, the students behind Agas were not so lucky.

The splashing liquid dripped directly onto their exposed skin.

"Idiot! What on earth did you do!" Professor Snape cursed as he quickly walked to the front of the classroom.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Those innocent Slytherins who were affected grew dense, extremely disgusting boils on their faces and hands.

The burning wounds caused several people to wail in pain.

"What are you standing there for? Come here and take them to the infirmary." Professor Snape yelled at the dazed students.

Then, without caring whether the hot crucible would hurt him, he picked up a corner of the crucible with one hand and put it under his nose to smell it.

"You didn't put in the snake tooth powder?"

Snape threw the cauldron back on the table and snapped.

However, this time he wronged Agas.

Feeling inexplicably wronged, Agas clenched his fists and placed all the potion ingredients he needed on the table, one by one, with a feeling of anger.

"Professor, look! I used the materials you mentioned!"

"Dried nettles, porcupine quills, venomous snake teeth, horned slugs!"

Professor Snape glanced at him and his expressionless face twitched suddenly.

Dried nettles soaked in water, porcupine quills that hadn't been cleaned and looked like they had just been ripped off, bloody venomous snake fangs, and then, the only correct thing, the horned slug.