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

"Mr. Oakleys, if I remember correctly, Slytherin's class is Potions?"

Snape looked at the big man, Rhinor Oakles, who was standing next to Agas and delivering something to him.

Oakles looked at Snape.

He nodded, "Yes, it's your class."

"..." Snape picked up a pile of homework papers and glanced at Oakles again as he passed by.

"Aren't you going yet?" Agas reached out and touched his wings, then waved his wings, and the book on the table turned a page.

If Snape had not strictly forbidden Kaka from entering his office, he would not have let Rheino help him deliver things in.

"..." Oaklis was brought here by Abu, and after listening to Agas' request, he helped him get some things.

However, he was still not used to the appearance of the birdman in front of him.

"It's not time yet."

Hearing what he said, Agas looked up and looked at him from head to toe.

"Don't you know that the class time for Potions starts from when Professor Snape enters the classroom?"

"Warriors are role models for our generation."

Agas watched his back as he ran wildly, patted his right wing with his left hand, and sighed.

Oaklis really didn't know, because he attended all his classes following Agastia, and had no idea what time Snape came to class.

"Mr. Oakleys, due to your lateness, Mr. Filch will welcome your help tonight."

After hurrying for a while, Oaklis caught up with Snape and entered the classroom.

He glanced at Snape, whose lips were pursed, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Professor, the class bell hasn't rung yet, so you're not late."

Snape's face froze.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!" After eating and drinking his fill, Agas was still laughing out loud at the lively and vivid description of his companion, Ms. Medusa.

He thought that Leino would be more straightforward, but he never thought he would be that straightforward.

He actually refuted Snape directly.

It really takes courage.

Thinking about it this way, it’s not surprising that this warrior called out his name in the auditorium that day.

"The black-faced monster is back with a dark face." Medusa spit out her tongue and went back into the door.

Agas immediately stood up, walked to the operating table and sorted the pile of valerian.

"Bang!" The door was pushed open by Snape.

"Professor, you're back." Agas hurriedly, pretending to make the sound of packing up, walked out from the operating table and came to Snape.

Snape stared at him for a while, especially observing his left hand, then looked at the remaining valerian branches on the table, and his expression eased a little.

He walked into the small room and walked out of it.

Hand Agas a medicine bottle.

"Drinked."

Agas took it obediently.

Damn it, can't Snape just make potions properly? Does it have to be so torturous?

Agas turned his back, wrinkled his face, and drank a bottle of potion.

"Sit there and feel the changes in the magic coming from the wings."

Seeing Agas turn the medicine bottle upside down to show that he had finished drinking it, Snape sat back at his desk.

Quill pointed to the small desk that had been created nearby.

Agas nodded and walked to the desk.

Then, my eyes were attracted by the small desserts on the table.

This is?

The Kitchen Elf’s signature cream ice cream.

He returned his gaze to Snape.

Hard-spoken and soft-hearted.

However, when Agas thought of his plucked feathers and the large bottle of blood, he felt that this dessert was what he deserved.

*

Eighth day.

Argas looked up at the spider webs on the ceiling of Snape's office.

He has been here since the first day, watching the spider weave its web, and now the web is complete and catching flying insects.

Eight whole days!

Agas, who likes to move around, is trapped in this small office.

It would be fine if I couldn't go out, but Snape could actually ignore a living person like me.

Oh, in addition to the daily medication time, there is also observation time.

The person will observe the changes in his feathers.

The rest of the time, just pretend you don’t exist.

"Professor, when can I change back?" Agas asked the first question of the day.

Snape waved his wand and watched the changes in the potion in the crucible.

Only when the potion finally turned into silver-white did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Now."

As he said this, he poured the potion into a large bowl and looked at Agas.

"What are you standing there for? Drink it."

Not to mention Agas, Snape is annoyed by the sight of him now.

He had never met a Slytherin who was so talkative.

He chatters all day long, and he will be quiet if you ignore him.

Whenever I responded to him, my ears would be restless all day long.

Snape now has his eyes open. Whenever he is not in class, he is researching healing potions. He doesn't even grade homework. His entire desk is filled with piles of homework papers.

No one in the entire school wanted Agas to leave the office more than he did.

Agas' eyes lit up and he didn't care about the size of the bowl and just emptied it into his stomach.

These days, he could clearly feel the changes in his right hand.

Sometimes, after drinking the potion, the right hand can return to normal immediately.

But it lasts too short a time and turns into wings again.

Moreover, the strange thing is that all the magic power in the body is located in the wings, but after drinking the potion, the magic power will spread throughout the body.

The only sound in the room was the sound of Agas swallowing.

Snape stared at his wings.

As he drank the medicine, the golden light on his right wing gradually dimmed, and in the end only the red color of the feathers remained.

Then, slowly, the red feathers faded into a transparent color.

Finally, the feathers faded and became his original arm.

Agas put down the medicine bowl in his left hand and moved his right hand.

"Come to my place for a bowl every Friday night." Snape breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his wand and waved it at the small desk next to him that had occupied his office for a long time.

On the desk, all of Agas's things were piled together and then packed into a tattered bag.

"Bang." The bag fell at Agas' feet.

"Now, get out of here."

Snape made no effort to hide his eagerness to get rid of them.

Or rather, he didn't want to hide it at all.

Agas moved his fingers.

Did he think he was the only one who disliked me? I have also been disliked by him these past few days, okay?

He always says "Mr. Grindelwald", or "If you don't want to become a human", or "A baby who can't live without his father".

There are so many things like this that make people want to hit him.

But thinking of being able to leave this place, Agas picked up the bag.

"Wait a minute."

Agas looked back at him speechlessly.

What are you going to do again!

"Leave some blood, the last supply has been used up." He pointed to the box on the table.

Agas didn't think much about it.

This person did use all the blood from last time to research how to make medicine.

Then he walked forward and opened the box.

5x5, 25 empty medicine bottles.

If you want to kill me, just tell me.