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

Agarth scratched his neck irritably, then placed the things he had taken from Filch's office into George and Fred's hands.

"These are treasures." Agas winked at the two of them, then pointed to the blank parchment next to him.

The Marauder's Map can only play its greatest role in the hands of the twins.

Moreover, this map has to go through the hands of two people before it can be delivered to Mr. Porter.

Fred didn't understand, but he still carefully put the parchment away.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" After seeing Fred put it away, George hurriedly pushed the two of them out of the huge and smelly classroom.

"Huh! What are you doing in there?"

At the door, Rolf, who was covering his nose, took a few steps back after seeing the three people coming out.

These people also came out with a strange smell.

The three of them looked at each other, and George suddenly pulled open his robe and threw himself on Rolf, fanning his robe hard to pass the smell to him, while Agas and Fred behind him also pulled his hands away.

In an instant, the stench rushed directly into Rolf's nasal cavity and reached his brain.

"Rolf, come and feel our love for you." Fred grabbed Rolf's hand and tried his best to pass his body scent to him.

"vomit."

Rolf backed away desperately until he had nowhere to retreat, and his whole body pressed against the wall. "You bastards."

"Hahahahaha, Rawl, when will you wake up?" Agas laughed and took a breath, then leaned against the wall and asked.

"You said it, next time I will never make potions with you again."

When Rolf talked about this, he felt resentful. He was unconscious for a whole day and night and stayed in the infirmary for three days.

Thinking this, he handed Agas a button.

"I found it from Guji today."

Agas was stunned for a moment.

Isn’t this the button I made a few days ago? Wow, you’re really a Niffler, your hands are really quick.

Instead of taking the button, Agas pushed it back.

"Here you go."

Rolf held up the button and asked, "What on earth did you do?"

Agas suddenly felt the urge to show off.

He saw that Rolf, George and Fred were all looking at him curiously.

He happily took the button and placed it on the ground.

Then, he raised his wand and struck the button.

"Everything is petrified."

As the red light hit the button, the rune on the button flashed, and the attack suddenly changed direction and hit Agas instead.

And Agas stood there motionless.

George was about to pull Agas away, but he saw a place under Agas's college robe glow slightly, and then the spell bounced back and shattered the buttons on the ground.

"This button only has one chance to rebound the spell."

"Including the anti-teleportation spell."

Having suffered a loss, Agas has been studying how to avoid the huge bug of the portkey since returning to Hogwarts.

Otherwise, when Voldemort is resurrected, any random object will send him to the red-eyed monster, and he will be finished.

Especially since he looked so much like Albus.

"What a pity! This button is wasted." Rolf said with regret after hearing this.

“It’s not a pity.”

Agas put his hand into his sleeves, tugged hard, pulled off three buttons and handed them to the three men.

“I have a lot of this stuff.”

The three of them immediately took it, put it in their pockets, and then stared at Agas' clothes.

"Agas, why don't I see any buttons on your clothes?" Fred walked around Agas.

"Inside the ring?" George asked.

Agas shook his head.

"It has to be inside the clothes."

Seeing the three people's disbelieving eyes again, Agas thought for a moment and lifted up his robe.

He proudly opened his outer robe and faced the three people.

"......" The three of them looked at the lining of the clothes in silence.

"It doesn't look good?" Agas frowned and looked at the lining of his clothes.

It took me a long time to research and finally make the buttons inside the lining.

The three shook their heads.

George looked at Agas and pointed at his lining: "Agas, will the Slytherin students attack you collectively?"

Agas frowned and shook his head in confusion.

How dare they!

"Are you afraid of death?" Fred reached out and tugged at the buttons on his lining, but couldn't budge.

"What a joke! How could I be afraid of death?"

"Then why did you embroider buttons all over the lining of the clothes?" Rolf asked, pointing at the lining covered with buttons.

Yes, that's right.

The lining of Agas's robe was covered with buttons.

At first glance, you can see densely packed round, flat pieces of wood on the clothes.

Agas's hand holding up his robe froze, and then he coughed softly.

Close the clothes.

"Crack." This is the sound made by the buttons inside the robe colliding with each other.

"I'm hungry."

"Let's go eat." He turned around and walked straight in front.

"The button fell off!" Fred suddenly said to Agas' back.

"How is this possible!" Agas shouted back.

"Click." A button suddenly fell off Agas' body and landed on the ground.

Then it turned around and came to the feet of the three people.

"real."

Rolf picked up the button from the floor and waved it towards Agas.

Agas's proud little face a few minutes ago was now filled with embarrassment.

He had clearly fastened the button firmly onto his clothes, how could it fall off so quickly?

It’s so, so embarrassing.

Thinking of this, he carefully took off his robe. As he took it off, there was a constant crackling sound. Finally, he stuffed the clothes into the ring.

"Let's go, let's eat."

Agas didn't care whether these people followed him or not, and walked towards the auditorium with big steps.

"Hahahahahahaha!!" After he left, thunderous laughter came from behind him.

Rolf and the other two looked at each other, smiled, and followed.

It is really not easy to see Agas being humiliated.

Moreover, it was the first time that the three of them saw Agas like this.

The Agas we usually see are either naughty or acting like little adults.

They rarely see this childish look.

"Agas, you're going the wrong direction," George shouted.

"The auditorium doesn't go that way."

Agas, feeling a little embarrassed and annoyed, retracted his steps and changed direction.

"Not that way!" Rolf held back his laughter, raised his hand and pointed in the direction beside him.