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

Agas felt his hands, which were holding Dumbledore, go numb and he subconsciously loosened his hands.

"Stay away." Grindelwald took Dumbledore's arm and moved aside, looking at Agarth with disdain.

Agas rubbed his hands, looked at the two people standing in front of him, rubbed his hands on his chin, then took small steps and walked around the two people.

As he turned, he said:

"So Gellert went to Diagon Alley and not only bought the stimulant potion that the female prefect mentioned, but you also drank the youth potion that Gellert had researched."

"Unfortunately, your magic power is not strong when you are young, but becomes stronger when you are middle-aged."

Agas stopped and stood in front of the two men. "Is youth more important than strength?"

Dumbledore looked at Agarth for a long time, then nodded.

"Agas, when you reach our age, you will find that there are things more important than strength."

"I don't understand." Agas shook his head.

Only when you are strong can you make others fear you.

Only strength can make people have everything.

"Any thing else?"

Grindelwald had a dark face. What a naughty boy! He would disturb the time he and Albus spent together day by day.

Agas shook his head and turned away.

However, after walking a few steps, he turned back, put his hands behind his back, and said in a condescending manner: "Albus, I think you should not let Gellert do whatever he wants."

"Although it is a holiday and there are no students in school, there are teachers."

“And there are so many murals…” Paintings.

Agas turned sideways and saw that the murals were all covered tightly with a layer of black cloth.

And on the shelf where the Sorting Hat was originally placed, there was no trace of the Sorting Hat. Instead, it was covered with the same black cloth that covered the murals.

Agas hesitated for a moment, walked over, reached out and pulled off the black cloth.

"Oh! Thank you! Young Mr. Grindelwald, I'm almost suffocating."

The moment the black cloth was torn off, the Sorting Hat let out a long sigh of relief and looked at Grindelwald and Dumbledore beside it.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, you are running wildly like a gargoyle. You young man, you really don't know how to restrain yourself!"

Agas also fixed his eyes on the two of them, then shook his head and walked towards the door.

As he walked, he said, "What a red neck! Wow."

His eyes lingered on Dumbledore's neck for a moment, then turned and flew away.

Before flying away, he could clearly hear cries of pain and the constant words "Albus, Albus" coming from Grindelwald's mouth.

Live it!

It’s so refreshing!

Merlin, please don't let Gellert get into Albus' bed tonight!

"Chirp~" Hehe.

The little phoenix flew happily, chirping and swinging around in the castle.

Then, as he was flying, he saw Snape standing on the first floor, with his arms crossed over his chest, his face stiff, his eyes staring at him, and dark circles under his eyes.

Agas paused for a moment, then he looked away and flapped his wings to fly upwards, but he didn't fly to the first floor, and even his cheerful cry disappeared.

Half an hour later, Agas, whose flying speed was getting slower and slower and whose pause time was getting longer and longer, was finally defeated by Snape's marking technique and could only fly to the first floor and land on the ground.

"Professor, what a coincidence!"

Agarth smiled and greeted Snape.

"Unfortunately, it's you I'm waiting for."

After saying that, Snape, who had lost all patience, threw away his sleeves and walked towards his office.

Agas blinked and stepped back a little bit.

"If you dare to run away, I will make you drink potions every day."

"You know, Dumbledore listens to me on this one."

Snape kept moving forward, and words came out of his mouth in a very fast and low voice.

Argas paused, then mechanically lowered his head and followed Snape.

I thought I was just joking last time. From then on, my three meals a day were all accompanied by potions.

Albus also agreed with Snape's words and believed that the potion had an effect on his body.

However, the problem is not drinking the potion.

The problem was drinking the potion made by Snape.

It's unpalatable, and you have no idea what disgusting stuff he put in it.

Agas once saw him redistribute and reuse a pile of discarded medicinal materials left in the classroom and put them into the crucible.

He kept muttering: "We can't waste even a drop of medicinal materials."

Then it is boiled into recovery potion, stimulant, cold medicine, etc. and sent to the infirmary.

The taste is intriguing.

It is no wonder that the medicines in the infirmary are both unpalatable and smell bad.

The effect of potions made with inferior medicinal materials cannot be said to be good, but it can be said to be useful.

"Professor, are you going to put me in detention during the holidays?" Agas saw Snape entering the office, sitting at the desk and not saying a word.

Snape shook his head.

"Who else but me wants your blood?"

He asked bluntly.

This morning, he was called to Dumbledore's office, and the Grindelwald, who was hiding his true identity, gave him a potion.

Snape took out the potion and placed it on the table.

"I smell your blood, milk thistle, astragalus root, horkrup juice in this potion..." (I'm just making this up, don't believe it.)

He listed a long list of potions, and then, after seeing Agas's confused look, he sighed.

"Those herbs are not important. What's important is your blood."

"This potion, if I'm not mistaken, combined with the effects of those herbs, is a low-level youth potion."

"You've wasted your blood."

Snape opened the potion again, sniffed it, and closed it in disgust.

"The combination of these herbs really produces a very good effect. It is an excellent formula."

"But if you give me these herbs, I can make one with better effects."

Agas looked at him and said a lot of things.

Pulling out the chair in front of him and sitting down, he asked, "So, Professor, what do you mean?"

Snape pursed his lips slightly. "I have never seen the legendary potion of immortality, but it is mentioned in the book that if you get the Philosopher's Stone, you can make the potion of immortality."

“I don’t seek immortality.”

Snape looked at Agas with deep eyes and said intermittently: "I was thinking, since your blood can be used to make a youth potion, can you call back the dead and save her?"

"Professor, you know that's impossible."

Then Agas seemed to remember something and said, "If you want to see Mrs. Potter, you should have told me earlier. I have the Resurrection Stone."

"Would you like to rent it to me?"

"Bang!" Snape, who was sitting, stood up suddenly, and the chair under him was pushed to the ground. He was breathing rapidly, his eyes were red, and he stared at Agas.

"Tell me, what do you have?"