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

Agas looked at the messy table in frustration, then glanced at Professor Snape, who had an expressionless face and a very low aura around him.

But I still couldn't believe the scene in front of me.

Why is this different from what I imagined?

Obviously the medicinal powders I made were very successful!

How can it be so difficult to make a potion!

This shouldn’t be the case. I did everything according to the notes, and every step was correct!

What went wrong again.

Just as the stalemate was going on, the bell for the end of get out of class rang.

The Gryffindors, who had been very quiet throughout the entire class, were now staring at Professor Snape with wide eyes and anticipation.

Let the get out of class end quickly. This suffocating atmosphere is too hard for these active students.

"Bottle your potions and give them to me." Professor Snape took a deep breath, flicked his sleeves, sat back on the podium, and took out the list.

For the impurities and substandard potions sent to him, he used his quill to write a "T" behind their names.

However, after handing in the potions, these students did not check their grades. Instead, they ran out of the classroom in a hurry as if there was a ghost behind them.

Not everyone is like Agas, who can smile so brightly under the cold face of the Snake King.

Specifically referring to Agas, who is now trying to get his notebook back from Professor Snape with a flattering look and a smile on his face.

Carl held his book, hesitated for a moment, walked up to Professor Snape and said, "Professor, my potion is not finished."

Professor Snape didn't even look up and sent her away.

"Come to the office in the evening and finish the potion."

While he was paying attention to Agas, he also discovered the potion that Carl was about to finish. Unfortunately, Agas's crucible exploded, destroying Carl's potion as well.

However, this Miss Margaret does have some talent.

"As for you." Professor Snape glanced at Warrington who was waiting on the side, "Go to the next classroom and deal with those two buckets of toads before you can go to dinner."

Warrington looked at Agas complacently. He was only going to deal with the toad. If this guy was left behind, he would probably get a greater punishment.

Thinking of this, Warrington nodded to Professor Snape and went to the classroom next door.

Only after all the students in the classroom had left did Professor Snape put down the quill in his hand and look at Agas.

Agas was lowering his head to clean up the scraps he had just made. When he felt Snape's gaze, he immediately raised his head and smiled obediently at Snape.

Professor Snape clenched his wand, closed his eyes and endured it again and again.

But he couldn't help it, and with his restless hand he raised his wand and shot a stream of clear water towards Agas' face.

He really couldn't stand this face that looked exactly like the old bee, but was wearing Slytherin robes and had a stupid smile.

"Cough cough cough." Agas, who was completely unprepared, took a sip of water with his mouth open and choked, causing him to cough.

"Professor, what are you doing?!"

"You'd better not laugh next time, or I'll beat you." Snape did not explain why he did this.

"Who bought your potion ingredients for you?"

Argas wiped the water off his face with his sleeve, "Albus bought it for me."

"The ingredients are all wrong. You shouldn't let someone who can't even make the simplest tooth-healthy potion buy them for you."

Professor Snape, who had heard about the relationship between Agarth and Dumbledore, did not show any surprise.

"What's wrong with that? I bought it just as it was ordered!" Agas retorted. These were the herbs that Albus had taken time out of his busy schedule to bring back for him. How could there be any mistake?

"Wet dried nettles?"

"Bloody snake fangs?"

"Untreated porcupine quills?"

With every word Snape spoke, the guilty look on Agast's face deepened.

It seems that when I go out in the morning, the dried nettles are indeed dry.

The blood on the venomous snake's fang seemed to have been stained when he was making wooden objects a few days ago.

Porcupine quills were prepared by Kaka.

Um....

"So, the crucible exploded because of the wrong material?"

Snape pondered for a moment and recalled the smell he had just smelled.

He said uncertainly: "Not necessarily."

Because the burnt smell after the explosion was extremely similar to the smell of burnt food when he was a child.

Thinking of this, a dim light flashed in Professor Snape's eyes.

When he was young, he rarely ate the meals cooked by his mother, let alone had enough to eat. As long as the man got drunk and caused trouble, his nominal mother would forget about her son.

What I usually do is to stew all the dishes in one pot and eat them for several meals in a row. By the end of the stew, the food sticking to the pot smells exactly the same as the smell that came from the explosion of the Agas crucible just now.

"Come to the office with Miss Margaret in the evening and make a new copy."

He paused and added another sentence.

"Use my materials."

Agas nodded, picked up the book and was about to leave when he returned to Professor Snape.

"Um, professor, mine, my notebook." Agas gestured with his hand to form the square shape of the notebook, and then indicated with his eyes the notebook under Professor Snape's hand.

Snape spread out his palm and shook it at Agast.

"You left a glove behind last night."

"I'll keep the glove. If you take it, I'll return the notebook to you."

Agas was shouting in his heart, "Oh no, oh no, oh no."

Retribution comes too quickly.

"Professor, I think it's okay to give you the notebook. The same goes for the gloves!"

Having said this, Agas turned and ran.

Professor Snape, who was sitting on the podium, snorted coldly, but did not call Agas back.

He also had to go to the principal's office.

After Mr. Lingle's class schedule came out, the principal couldn't wait to call me to his office for a talk.

Agas, who had escaped, saw that Professor Snape did not catch up with him or call him.

He touched his earlobe in confusion.

Why is he so easy to talk to today? I blew up the crucible and I got into trouble with him, but he didn't even put me in solitary confinement.

I wonder if he has some backup plan?

Agas didn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it.

However, on the way out, I happened to pass by the classroom where Warrington dealt with toads.

Agas' eyes rolled around, his right hand pointed to his chin, his head tilted, he stood at the door of the classroom and looked at Warrington.

There's no one here, so what should I do?

"Abu!"

Agas gently called Abu.

A small hole suddenly appeared in the space behind Agas, and the Phoenix Abu flew to Agas' shoulder, looking at Agas with its small eyes.

"Set him on fire."

In addition to the fierce fire, the Phoenix fire is also difficult to extinguish.

Any professor can deal with the burning flames, but the damage range of the fierce fire is too wide. Only Phoenix Fire, Agas can guarantee that it will not hurt others and will make this guy Warrington suffer.