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

"Here you go." Snape handed Agarth two boxes.

Agas opened one and saw the necklace inlaid with black gems.

He pointed to another box and asked, "What is this?"

Snape raised his chin, motioning for it to open.

Agas put the necklace back around his neck and opened the box.

As soon as it was opened, a strong smell of blood wafted out.

Agas, who had a keen sense of smell, frowned and covered his nose.

Look at the bloody skin inside the box.

"Didn't you ask me to last time? I skinned a Death Eater."

Snape didn't like the smell either. He stepped back, leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms and said:

"It's a pity that you went home with Dumbledore the next day."

“This thing is now put away.”

Agas pinched his nose with his left hand.

"If you want, wash it too."

“This stinks.”

"......" Snape was silent for a moment, "This is human skin, and I find it dirty."

I don't mind? Agas looked at him with his big eyes in confusion.

Agas shook his head, put on three layers of gloves, and then picked up the scraped skin with the flesh attached.

On that leather, where the Dark Mark was tattooed, traces of the mark could still be seen.

However, the flesh beneath the skin was completely black and emitted a dark aura.

"After this man's arm was torn off, could you see a mark on his flesh?"

Agas took out a knife, separated the black meat and skin, then cleaned the blood from the skin and spread it out on the workbench.

Fear flashed in Snape's eyes, and he nodded: "This mark goes deep into the bone marrow and reaches the soul."

The Dark Lord is like having a needle on your head that could fall at any time, making you tremble with fear.

Agas looked at the piece of black meat with disgust. He cut it into pieces and put them back into the box.

Then he carefully observed the marks on the skin.

Even though the piece of flesh was far away from the marked person, the strong and disgusting smell of black magic emanating from it still made Agas subconsciously dry heave.

If it was just black magic, it would be fine, but the mark carried the breath of the soul, a breath that was rotten and dirty, and could remind people of some bad memories.

"What do you want this for?" Snape asked, not understanding.

As a descendant of Dumbledore, Agarth doesn't need to do anything because Dumbledore will clear all obstacles for him.

Moreover, without Dumbledore, there is Grindelwald.

"Let's study it." Agas replied.

He really wanted to do some research.

No one would doubt Voldemort's magical talent.

It’s just a pity that this person wants too much and his methods are so cruel.

Still not as good as Gellert.

"Take it back to your dorm, not here."

Snape frowned.

"And, Mr. Grindelwald, don't blame me for not reminding you."

"If you skip classes again, your dean wouldn't mind looking for you personally..."

"Go to Dumbledore yourself."

Agas didn't know how many times he had heard this sentence.

However, it cannot be blamed on him for skipping classes.

Astronomy class, staying up late at night to look at the stars, isn't that crazy?

And there's the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that's always full of chants. Agas doesn't understand how a professor of this level can teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Let him do it, he can do it.

Not to mention that he never paid any attention to students and only focused on teaching History of Magic by rote.

It wasn't that Agas wanted to skip classes, it was the classes that made him skip classes.

"Boom!"

Just as Snape was about to speak, there was a knock on the office door.

The two looked at each other, and Agas collected the flesh and put it into the ring.

"Come in."

Standing at the door was Karl Margaret.

Carl walked into Snape's office and saw Agas at the same time.

She put the collected homework on Snape's desk, "Professor, this is the second year Potions homework."

"Ok."

After Snape finished speaking, seeing that Carl had no intention of leaving, he said again: "Miss Margaret, you go out first."

Carl glanced at Agas and left.

Agas also said: "Professor, I..."

"Since you skipped too many classes, go to Professor McGonagall's office at 8 o'clock tonight. Congratulations, you have won an opportunity to have close contact with the Vice-Principal."

Snape didn't wait for Agas to finish speaking, and directly spit out a long paragraph, then pushed Agas out of the door and closed the door with a "bang".

Agarth raised his hand, pointed at the door and shouted tremblingly: "I'm a Slytherin! Slytherin! Not Gryffindor!"

"You're asking me to go to the Head of Gryffindor for detention. Do you want me to be embarrassed?"

Outside the door, several Gryffindors who came to put Snape in detention looked at each other.

Then, he pointed at Agas and laughed: "Agas, you have come to this day!"

The Gryffindors have always had a good relationship with Agas, and seeing them laughing so hard, Agas shook his head and laughed too.

"You all can come to the Slytherin Headmaster for detention, why can't I go to Gryffindor."

After saying that, he saw Carl who had been staring at him.

Agas put away the smile on his face, walked to an empty space on the side, and asked, "Miss Margaret, looking for me?"

Carl nodded.

"Grandma has been waiting for your reply."

"After I gave you that letter last semester, you disappeared. I went to the dean, but the dean didn't tell me."

Agas thought of the letter that day and his face suddenly darkened.

"Are you and your family threatening me?"

"You should know that I am very merciful in letting you go."

"The Parkinsons died at sea, and the Warringtons died in the fire."

"what about you?"

"No, Grandma doesn't want to go against you."

Carl's face turned pale and he looked at Agas in horror. No wonder, no wonder no matter how they asked, they couldn't find out anything about these two guys. It turned out that they had been dead for a long time.

"Grandma, let me tell you, she has no intention of going against you, but what she saw was what you were going to do, and she wanted to use this information to protect us."

After Karl finished speaking, he handed Agas another letter, then bowed slightly, nodded, and turned away.

Agas looked at the letter in front of him with Margaret's family crest and opened it.

Dear Mr. Grindelwald:

I know how to save Mr. Grindelwald. 】

Agas clenched the thin letter in his hand.

Why was he so excited last time that he burned the letter and then the wings appeared?

Because the content of the previous letter is:

【Because of you, Mr. Grindelwald will die. 】

Agas didn't believe it, but now, he had no choice but to believe it.