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

"Agas, come to our house for Christmas." Fred and George came to Agas who was reading books in the library with a smell of sweat.

The two of them hid, bent over, and spoke in low voices.

They had slipped in when Madam Pince wasn't noticing.

After all, the two of them reeked of sweat, and their robes were dripping with water. If Madam Pince saw them, she would definitely kick them out.

"No." Agas refused.

He still has a lot of books to read, and he also needs to organize the notes he has taken recently, and then take advantage of the Christmas holidays to do some research.

During this period of time, apart from attending classes, he spent all his time in the library, and no one in Slytherin dared to mess with him.

Everyone has a very good attitude towards themselves.

After all, no one wants to follow Parkinson's example.

After that night, the Parkinson family had a new patriarch in less than three days, and no one knew where the original patriarch and his family had gone.

The British wizarding world is such a small place that any little bit of news will be known to everyone.

"Go ahead." The two men held down the book that Agas was about to turn the page of.

It looks like you won't be allowed to read if you don't go.

"Get out!" Suddenly, several feather dusters hit the back of the three people's heads hard.

The woman, wearing a black robe, had a thin face and looked a little malnourished. She drove Agas and the other two away with anger on her face.

"Madam, I..." Agas wanted to explain that he was not the one making the noise.

But he followed Madam Pince's gaze and looked at the books being held down by the two brothers.

Because the two brothers had just come from Quidditch training and came to Agass sweating all over.

Therefore, the hands of both of them were not clean and were a little sweaty.

The books they had just touched were not only covered with sweaty handprints, but also had wrinkles from the force they had applied.

"Get out!" The feather duster hit faster and harder.

Agas gathered his things, covered the back of his head, and ran out of the library.

"It's all your fault!" Agas said viciously, then smoothed his hair.

"We are here to invite you to visit the Burrow with a mission given by our mother."

George puffed out his chest.

This time Agas certainly had no reason to reject them.

"Aunt Molly?"

"Mom said that Sirius wanted to see you, and Headmaster Dumbledore also sent Mom a letter asking you to go to the Burrow with us."

Fred winked at Agas.

I do not know how!

Agas squinted at them until he realized they were not joking, then he threw the thing in his hand at the two of them.

While saying: "Please keep it for me, I will find you later."

While jogging towards the principal's office.

joke!

Christmas! It is equivalent to the Chinese New Year.

The family doesn’t live together, and you are asked to go to someone else’s house. What does this mean!

This was the first time that Agas's entire family spent Christmas together.

How could I be absent?

The more he thought about it, the heavier Agas' steps became.

With a strong resentment.

No one knows how much he values ​​the time spent with his family.

"Mr. Grindelwald." A low and distant voice came from the right corner of Agast.

Not good.

Agas didn't stop and walked straight to the corner on the left.

Ever since my surname became known, there is only one person in the whole school who calls me that.

It's Snape.

The other professors all called themselves Agas.

Only Snape would call himself that.

In particular, every time he called me, his tone was full of sarcasm.

"You are disrespecting the professor. I will punish you..." Seeing that Agas did not stop but continued to walk forward, Snape stood where he was and spoke slowly.

"I'm here." Agas turned around and smiled, showing his eight teeth.

"Come with me." Snape didn't say what he wanted Agas to do. He just gave him a cold look and turned to walk towards his office.

"The principal asked me to add your name to the list of people leaving for the Christmas holidays."

After Snape entered the office, he walked to the operating table next to him while talking.

“Last time, you said that the liquid in the bottle would explode when it touched the air.” He took out the potion recovered from Agas from the cabinet next to him.

"how did you do it?"

“I studied it for a long time.”

He looked at Agas.

He found that no matter whether he opened the potion or was making it, he could not isolate the air.

This means that Agas must have his own special method to isolate the air when making the potion.

If the production method can also be used in other medicines, then many medicines will have other uses.

Agas scratched his head.

Think about the process of making it yourself.

When I made this medicine, I didn't take it too seriously.

Because if it explodes, it can be done anytime and anywhere with magic.

Therefore, he still needs to think carefully about what he did at that time.

Suddenly, Agas glanced at the burning fireplace next to him.

A scene suddenly flashed through my mind.

Because he always had problems making potions, that day, when he was making this potion, he directly created an enclosed space and burned a candle in a sealed container until the candle went out and the oxygen inside was used up.

Then use magic to create the potion from a distance.

Because, the principle of explosion is the presence of oxygen. As long as it is isolated, there will be no explosion!

With this idea in mind, the explosive agent was created.

That day, Kaka saw that the potion he had made did not explode, so he excitedly helped himself open the container and extract the potion.

But who knew that the medicine exploded as soon as the container was opened.

It took me several experiments to discover it.

The corner of Agas' eye twitched, and he looked at Snape, who was eager to learn.

Explain your own production method.

The more Snape listened to Agas's explanation, the more expression on his face became.

Later on, his originally calm eyes also showed some spirit.

He took out a notebook and wrote down the method Agas said, and kept asking about some extremely tiny details.

Only after he saw that Agas's answer began to stutter did he put down his pen.

Then, he looked at Agas with a complicated look.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I take back what I said."

"You do have some talent."

Agas, knowing that he had no talent and that he relied purely on accident and wild ideas, remained silent.

He has grown up and can understand what people say.

This doesn't feel like a compliment.