Agarth's first reaction upon hearing this was to grin, but before he could utter a sound, he heard Professor Snape's laughter.
"Well, I should really applaud our House for welcoming a genius like you in the first year, shouldn't I, Mr. Lindgel?" Professor Snape uttered these words from his flat, thin lips.
"Actually, there's no need to praise me like that."
Agarth smoothed his hair, his ears turning slightly red with embarrassment.
'Did he really not realize my own sarcasm?'
Professor Snape took a deep breath, and his already thin face appeared even more taut at the jawline under the dim light.
Agarth touched his chubby chin, leaned closer to Professor Snape, and squinted as he examined his sharp jawline.
"Professor, are you gritting your teeth?"
"Hiss~" That was the sound coming from Medusa on the door, but to Agarth it sounded like laughter.
Agarth glanced strangely at the closed door, then at Professor Snape, whose face had grown increasingly dark.
He shrank back, instinctively realizing that he must have said something stupid.
So he obediently took out a box of potion bottles from his ring and respectfully placed them on Professor Snape's desk.
"I just wanted to make Warrington's hands itch. It was because this guy wouldn't eat properly and stole my sausage that I put the powder in his food."
In fact, in his previous life, Agarth greatly admired Snape, the tragic character in the book.
With this filter in mind, Agarth behaved very obediently in front of the professor, who clearly had a very bad impression of him.
After all, in Slytherin, offending a small snake is no big deal, but offending the snake king would really be a disaster.
Professor Snape swallowed back the sarcastic remark he was about to make, thanks to Agarth's attentive gesture.
"Tell me, this powder is supposed to make people itch, but why does it swell up so quickly after you scratch it?" Professor Snape wasn't unaware of the underlying principle, what he didn't understand was why the potion could be made into powder.
Agarth nodded knowingly, understanding now, so that's why he'd been called over.
Thinking this, Agarth brazenly pulled out the chair in front of his desk, glanced at the dust on the chair with disdain, took out the handkerchief that Grindelwald had just given him, wiped it clean, and then sat down.
"Do you know what geranium leaves are?"
Agarth took out another basket of flowers and plants and placed it on the table.
"This is geranium leaf. In the Eastern way, geranium leaves are mixed with corn flour and other things to remove excess impurities. The precipitated lumps are dried, crushed, and then powdered."
"As for the powder you see, I just add a few drops of swelling potion in the final step. That way, the itching powder is divided into two grades. And isn't that fun?"
After listening to Agarth's explanation, Professor Snape took out a bottle of powder, opened it, poured out some powder onto the table, touched it with a small spoon, and pondered for a long time.
Agarth rested his chin on his hand and observed for a moment, but still couldn't figure out what the person in front of him was up to, so he got up and prepared to leave.
"Disrespecting Head House and harming classmates are well-documented. Remove the eyes and eggs of the toads from the two buckets next to it intact, and put the poison sacs in the other bucket. If you don't finish, the amount will double tomorrow."
Snape tidied up the items on the table and put them into his locker, then stopped Agarth from leaving.
"But Professor, I've given you everything." Agarth looked at his box of potion bottles and the geranium leaves that Kaka had painstakingly picked, and clutched his chest with heartache.
'This is all money! Money! Not only did I not escape, but I also have to work for nothing.'
"Consider these as a gift for your first meeting with Head of Slytherin."
A hint of amusement flashed in Professor Snape's eyes, but his expression was much more relaxed than at the beginning.
He initially thought that the person in front of him was another kid who played pranks on his classmates because of his good family background. However, after talking with him, he realized that this kid was different from the others.
At least, the child in front of me has a strong talent for potions.
Agarth walked to the right-hand side of the entrance with a gloomy face.
The space was enormous, with two buckets of toads on a long table. It was easy to see that this was the place where Snape often put his students in solitary confinement.
Why?
Just by looking at the colorful gloves of all sizes hanging on the shelf, you can tell that only a few people are being confined and punished by doing this work.
However, what Agarth didn't know was that this kind of dirty work was usually done by Gryffindors, and he was the first Slytherin to be punished by dissecting a toad.
"Sigh," Agarth sighed, took out his gloves and several specially crafted handmade knives from his ring, grabbed a toad, and got to work.
Professor Snape glanced at Agarth, who was quietly and diligently working, before reassuring himself to continue studying the geranium leaves Agarth had brought.
However, he may not have a deep enough understanding of the saying, "The quietest child is the most dangerous."
With his back to Professor Snape, Agarth touched the glands on the toad through his gloves, then took out an empty bottle and squeezed the white liquid that had condensed on the glands into the bottle.
In no time at all, the entire bottle of liquid was collected.
However, the gloves were covered in a thick, white liquid, so Agarth took them off with disgust and put on new ones.
They continued dissecting the toad carcass.
With curfew approaching, Snape said to Agarth, "We'll continue tomorrow. Go back to your dorm first."
Agarth nodded, glanced at the gloves on the table, silently pinched the clean part of the gloves, picked them up and placed them on Professor Snape's desk, then turned and ran away without saying goodbye.
Snape, who was researching new things, finally had some free time around one o'clock in the morning. He picked up the coffee on the table, which had gone cold, and took a sip. Only then did he notice the dirty, smelly gloves next to him.
Professor Snape's face darkened. Sure enough, this kid couldn't be praised. He looked like Dumbledore, and his personality was similar too.
Revenge is always in the present moment.
Snape picked up the gloves and threw them onto the shelf next to the long table. Little did he know that the skin on his fingers, which had just touched the gloves, suddenly peeled off, revealing the flesh underneath.
'asshole.'
Meanwhile, Agarth, who had already escaped, could already imagine Snape going to class tomorrow with his hands wrapped up, and on his way back to his dormitory, his hands touching this and that, feeling extremely comfortable and at ease.
"Wrong way, Agarth." A deep voice came from behind Agarth.