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

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Agas wrapped the dirty gloves in a bag and put them inside the ring.

He let out a light breath, this class was with the Gryffindors.

He hoped that he could take every Herbology class with Ravenclaw from now on.

As I passed through the classroom, the mud fell on me, my feet tripped me, and the constant ringing of "Professor Sprout, I report you!"

After such a series of troubles, he prayed that he would never have to attend classes with the Gryffindors again.

There are two colleges, one is a bad-mouthed person, and the other is a bad-handed person.

"Let's go, Agas." Fred put his dirty hand on his shoulder.

Then, under the threat of Agas, he took it back.

"Mr. Grindelwald."

Next to Agas, Carl, who had been acting as a transparent man, called him.

"We'll wait for you outside." George pulled the curious Fred out of the greenhouse.

"Miss Margaret."

Agas looked at the chief in front of him, who had the same dimples as Song Sisi and had a well-behaved appearance.

"My grandmother, a distant descendant of the Trelawney family, wants to see you during the holidays."

Carl smiled bitterly under Agas' expressionless gaze.

She handed the letter from her grandmother to Agas.

Then he bowed slightly and walked out of the greenhouse.

At the beginning of the school year, she still felt that she was not a stupid person, but she lost herself under the compliments of Slytherin.

Her concealment of the murder of Agas also caused harm to her family.

With no other options, the grandmother could only expose her bloodline ability to save her family.

Grindelwald and his group did not harm their family, they only made threats. However, the threats alone were enough to cause the side branches of the family to rise up and attack them.

Agas opened the letter.

After a few seconds, the burning letter turned into ash and fell to the ground.

"Agas?" The two people waiting at the door poked their heads out and looked at Agas.

Then the two of them suddenly exclaimed.

"Merlin's pants! Agas!"

George walked into the greenhouse first, took off his robe and covered Agas' right arm.

Fred stood at the door of the greenhouse and stopped a group of people who were attracted by the sound from coming outside.

The area covered by the robe was originally Agas's right arm.

But at this moment, the right arm turned into a wing with red feathers and flowing golden light.

It was just a robe, which could not cover the flapping wings at all.

Moreover, as the wings feathered faster and faster, starting from his right arm, the feathers spread to other parts of his body.

Agas looked particularly strange at this moment.

It has the wings of a half-animal, but the body of a human.

Floating on the surface of the skin are newly grown feathers.

At this time, the feathers are no longer transparent, but have turned red and have golden roots.

"Bloody hell!" George swallowed.

"Agas, is this some new way of playing?" Fred was far away and couldn't see the feathers on his skin. He could only see his deformed right arm.

Agas rolled his eyes.

"Help me see what's going on."

Agas lifted George's robe and looked at the wings fluttering underneath.

Fred immediately locked the door and took a few quick steps to stand next to Agas.

The two brothers reached out and touched his wings without hesitation.

"Hold your hands." They said, and withdrew their hands together.

However, there was a burning sensation in my hands.

The two men spread out their palms and saw that the palms that had just touched Agas' wings had marks of burns.

"Sigh~"

George used his uninjured hand to pull his clothes back on, but he was a step too slow.

The clothes used to cover the arms were burned with several holes by Agas' wings.

"It's over. Little cutie Molly won't let me go." George looked at the holes on the new robe, saying the catchphrases his father loved to say when he was acting like a spoiled child, feeling like crying but without tears.

"I'll compensate you with one." After Agas said that, George immediately smiled and said:

"okay."

Now he was a pauper. After losing his money, he also lost his robe.

Has he been cursed by someone recently? Why is he so unlucky?

Could it be Ron?

George remembered the way Ron looked at him yesterday and muttered to himself, and his suspicion of him grew stronger.

Agas touched his right wing with his left hand.

But it feels slippery when you touch it, and?

He touched it a few more times.

Touched it a few more times.

"Ahem." Agas cleared the feeling of comfort rising in his throat.

Being masturbated? Is this what it feels like?

No wonder Abu likes to stroke her fur so much.

Then, George and Fred stood by and watched Agas touch his right arm with his left hand, over and over again.

"He seems very happy." Fred whispered to his brother.

George looked at his burned hand and tentatively raised a finger to touch a feather that was standing upright on Agas' wing.

"Ah, hot, hot, hot!"

He immediately withdrew his hand and blew hard on the finger.

Agas came to his senses and raised his left hand to look at it, but there was no sign of burns on the palm of his left hand.

Could it be that, just like Newt said, I would eventually turn into a phoenix, an alien Animagus with the form of a phoenix?

Thinking of this, he moved his right arm.

At the same time, the right wing stretched out, and several people could see what was going on with Agas' wings.

What was flowing on the wings was not golden light, but a blazing flame.

No wonder George and Fred felt burned after touching each other.

"Agas." Fred held his left hand.

"Please teach us this!"

“We want wings like this too!”

Agas raised his hand and gave each of them a blow on the head.

"I don't know how wings appeared."

Then, seeing the two men's faces full of disbelief, he covered his head and shouted, "Abu, bring Albus or Gellert over here."

He was convinced.

The imaginations of these two people are even bigger than mine.

Then they sat in the corner of the greenhouse and waited.

Fred and George stared at him without blinking, his wings.

The little hand kept moving closer to his feathers.

"Are you not afraid of getting burned?"

Agas asked suddenly.

The two looked at their ten fingers and found that in just a few minutes, only one was left usable.

Silently put down the hand that was about to move.

afraid.

It does hurt.

But, Agas' wings are really nice.

"Agas, don't tell me that you're causing trouble just after school starts.

Dumbledore appeared in the room, touched his chest, and took a deep breath slowly, slowly.