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

In Filch's office, three heads were buried on three worn, dusty tables.

The three men were bent over the table with a look of deep hatred, dipping their feather pens into ink and writing furiously.

Filch, holding his Kneazle, circled around the three of them.

Out of the blue, she said, "Copy it well, or I will complain to Professor McGonagall."

Agas rolled his eyes and the wand in his hand was ready to move.

George, who was next to him, saw Agas' intention and reached out a hand to hold Agas down.

He whispered, "Hold on! Agas! Otherwise, Professor McGonagall will not let us go so easily."

Agas suppressed the strange emotions that inexplicably arose in his heart, closed his eyes and calmed down.

Filch saw that the three men didn't react at all, but didn't stop copying. He walked out with satisfaction.

"You must finish copying these things before I come back."

After he left, the three people who had been quiet threw their pens on the table.

"I finally understand why even Charlie, who is so good-tempered, doesn't like Filch."

Fred stretched, stood up, and walked around Filch's office.

In the dim office, there were shiny chains and handcuffs hanging from the ceiling. After the few people relaxed, they smelled the smell of grilled fish in the room.

"George! Agas!" Suddenly, Fred shouted as if he had discovered something.

He was pointing at a drawer on a large shelf. Above the drawer was a piece of paper that read "Supplies confiscated, highly dangerous."

George and Agas came forward to take a look. Agas touched his chin and thought, could there be a live map in here?

George pulled on the drawer but it didn't open.

Obviously, this drawer is locked.

“I can’t open it.”

They both looked at Agas at the same time.

Because before at home, Agas had used magic to open the box locked by his mother more than once.

They quietly recovered their confiscated items.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

"Click." The drawer made a slight sound and Fred pulled it open suddenly.

However, what was inside the drawer disappointed him.

Inside the drawer, there were several blank, useless pieces of parchment and a few small black balls.

What made them feel most disgusted was that at the very back of the drawer, there was a medicine bottle that emitted a foul odor and the liquid inside the bottle was black.

"Let me see where you have copied." Suddenly, Filch's old voice came from outside the door, startling everyone.

Agas reached into the drawer and pulled out whatever was inside and put it into his ring.

Then, he pulled the two of them back to their seats quickly.

"Mr. Filch, we've finished copying." Agarth raised the parchment in his hand.

"Hmph." Filch took a few quick steps, snatched the parchment from Argas's hand, glanced at it casually, and then said:

"After you finish copying, leave now!"

Agas nodded, stood up and left.

In fact, he hadn't finished copying, but he felt that Filch's eyes couldn't see clearly where he had copied to.

Anyway, I said so myself, and Filch definitely didn't know about the illegible record.

On the other side, the twins who witnessed Agas's slacking off throughout the whole process, their eyes lit up.

He wrote a few lines on what he was holding, then put the parchment in Filch's hand.

“We’ve finished copying it too!”

Filch took a casual look and let the two leave after seeing the full text.

"Quick, quick, Agas, look at what it is."

The two men dragged Agas to a random classroom and couldn't wait to pour the hidden things on the table.

Agas nodded, but he didn't care much about the Marauder's Map.

He took out everything in the ring and gave it to the two of them, then picked up the bottle of smelly medicine and looked at it.

"This isn't a high-risk item." George and Fred flipped through the parchments and didn't find anything strange.

Then he picked up the small black balls and played with them.

Agas shook the medicine bottle, opened the cap, and gently fanned the mouth of the bottle with his palm. A foul odor with a greasy and rotten smell came out.

"Agas, this smells disgusting." Fred said, covering his nose.

When Agas smelled the scent, his face suddenly darkened.

This smell is the smell of a corpse being refined into oil.

It's really disgusting.

He put the cap back on the bottle, placed it on the table, and took out a handkerchief to gently wipe his hands.

When George and Fred saw Agas's action, they silently withdrew their hands that were about to touch the medicine bottle.

Based on their understanding of Agas, only things that make him extremely disgusted or sick will behave like this, so they'd better not touch them.

Agas raised his wand and pointed it in the direction of the medicine bottle.

"The flames are blazing."

The raging fire enveloped the medicine bottle, burning the bottle and the liquid in it to ashes.

Inside the room, under Agas's fire spell, a foul odor filled the entire space.

"Agas, what is this? You are so annoying." George looked at the flames and swallowed.

"Corpse oil."

"What is corpse oil?" The two didn't quite understand.

"It's the oil extracted from the fat of a rotting corpse."

vomit.

George and Fred sniffed the air and began to retch at the same time.

"Agas, take a look at what these are. Are they made of human skin?"

Fred pointed to the pile of parchments on the table and expressed his thoughts.

After all, there is corpse oil in front and human parchment in the back, which is not surprising.

"Is that why it's blank?" George added the next sentence before Agas could refute Fred.

"This must be made of human skin. No wonder it's blank. I just touched it so many times."

After hearing this, Fred looked sad, snatched Agas's handkerchief and wiped his hands frantically.

George, who was a step slower, could only hold up his own clothes and wipe his hands.

Agas sighed and looked at the two people who were doing weird things in front of him without saying a word.

What are the brain circuits of these two people like?

"This is parchment that couldn't be more ordinary."

Suddenly, Agas scratched the back of his itchy neck, but what he touched was his feathers that were beginning to grow again.

My body has been feeling strange lately. Whenever I use magic, feathers appear.

"Agas? Are you in there?" Suddenly, the door of the classroom was pushed open. The person who came in suddenly smelled a foul odor in the room and closed the door silently.

"I'll wait for you at the door."