Anton is a good man.

He expressed his sadness at Neville's lack of knowledge about potions and was willing to take the trouble to teach him a lesson.

"The horn of a unicorn is a very good potion material. Grinding the horn in a bowl and soaking it in water is the simplest all-purpose antidote. At the same time, it has powerful magic power and is widely used in many potions.

.”

"Every part of a unicorn has magic power. In addition to being used as a wand core, its tail hair is also a material for magic potions, such as beauty potions that female classmates like."

"The best quality tail hair costs 10 gold Galleons each. Oh, by the way, this kind of tail hair does not moult. There are only a few of them. A bag of tail hair, a small cloth bag,

It’s also 10 gold galleons.”

Every time Anton said this, Neville's expression turned a little pale.

But Anton continued to talk.

"Of course, it also has unique physical properties, such as being extremely tough. Hagrid took advantage of this and used it as a rope to bandage injured animals."

"Because this powerful magical animal is so useful and easy to capture, the International Federation of Wizards once had a proposal to protect the unicorns that are about to be hunted to extinction."

Neville gradually listened and asked curiously, "Easy to catch?"

"Of course, don't be too easy. You should remember the description of unicorns. They mainly eat grass and leaves. They will eat the leaves of flowers but refuse to harm the flowers. They can only accept the touch of pure girls."

Neville nodded vigorously.

Anton spread his hands and said, "This is the way to catch it. Unicorns like to sleep with their heads on girls' skirts. Then the innocent girl can take out a sharp dagger and poke it gently, and the unicorn will be in a sweet dream."

Live a perfect life.”

Neville was a little in disbelief, "I...I have only heard of such a plot in fairy tales. I thought it was just a fairy tale, but I didn't expect it to be a way to deal with unicorns."

"???"

Now Anton couldn't believe it, "A fairy tale?"

Neville looked at him inexplicably, "This is one of the most famous bedtime stories, didn't you know?"

hehe.

have no idea.

Don't want to know either.

What an inexplicable fairy tale, bedtime story, and such a disharmonious plot.

"In short, in order to protect the dwindling number of unicorns, wizards try not to kill unicorns growing in the wild, except for those in breeding farms."

"Reduce the use of potions on other parts of the unicorn."

“Promote the message of the beautiful and holy side of unicorns.”

"In fact, Dumbledore gave me a list of books to borrow from the library area, and one of them contained a description of unicorns."

"Their blood, heart, bile, spine, tail, skull..."

that's all.

Anton gave Neville a complete lesson.

He talked about hundreds of uses of unicorns, up and down, inside and out.

At the end of the story, Neville began to accept that it seemed that bleeding a unicorn was not an unforgivable sin.

No!

wrong.

"This is wrong." Neville still insisted, "Anton, you are simply an evil wizard."

"Quack, quack, quack."

"What am I kidding you about? Maybe in your eyes, unicorns are holy, but in my eyes, unicorns are the filthiest animals. Will they be cursed if they are stained with blood? Haha, what the hell, I don't want to touch this kind of magic.

animal."

"We're just going to see something."

Neville finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Anton did not lie, they really just looked at it.

They didn't do anything bad except transforming into muscular werewolves to hold down a lone unicorn and pluck out a precious tail hair that would never grow back.

Three days flew by.

The Forbidden Forest, full of unknowns, always holds so many surprises.

For example, there was a large clump of devil's ivy growing wildly in a dark ravine. Neville struggled in fear and was almost dragged in and crushed to death. It was extremely exciting.

Devil's ivy and eating elephant vine have completely different biological characteristics. Elephant vine likes sunlight and exposure. Devil's ivy, on the contrary, likes darkness and moisture, and is afraid of strong light and high temperatures.

Various magical animals and plants, coupled with Anton's unique introduction full of dark wizard bias.

Neville felt that his whole person had gone through a baptism in the past three days.

The whole person is enlightened.

But he still felt a little guilty. They had eaten too many rune snakes in the past three days. Anton was always so confident, "This is for the ecology of the Forbidden Forest!"

What could Neville do? He could only pick up the bowl and chopsticks in frustration, "It smells so good~"

If we want to talk about the biggest achievement in these three days, in addition to the "Total Petrochemical", he also developed good snake soup and barbecue skills.

Anyway, except for the first day, it was Neville who took action and Anton gave random instructions from the side.

…

…

Snap.

A branch was thrown onto Quirrell's desk.

Anton squinted at the back of Quirrell's head and frowned. Voldemort was in a particularly bad state recently, and he was actually sleeping all the time.

"What is this?" Quirrell looked at the branches with some confusion.

"Can't you feel the pulling will from above?" Anton rolled his eyes.

"Stretching the will?" with a blank face.

"The traction rope spell, this is still your strong point." Anton looked at Quirrell carefully and saw that he really didn't understand, so he had to pick up the branch and hold it on one finger.

I saw the branches turning on my fingers for a moment like a compass, pointing firmly in a certain direction.

"This was broken off a tree next to the unicorn gathering place. When I folded it off, I used the 'pulling will' to add some magic to it, so that it would point to its mother tree." Anton put down the branch, "You

You can think of it as a door key or compass that has been weakened to the extreme."

"But I still don't understand. I didn't see the rope or the pulling will. What's going on?" Quirrell looked at the branches blankly, then looked at Anton.

"hehe."

With your IQ, it’s hard to explain to you. It’s pulling, literally, an invisible rope. Isn’t it hard to understand?

"I found the unicorn for you, you can do the rest yourself."

Anton turned around and left. After thinking for a while, he turned back and explained, "There are many unicorns in the unicorn gathering place. If you don't want to be besieged and cause failure, find a lone one and attack at a farther place.

"

That’s all.

Say goodbye.

Anton felt a little regretful.

Obviously, Professor Tom Riddle's high-end private training class has come to an end.

Even if Quirrell drinks the unicorn's blood and Lao Fu wakes up, he will definitely put all his energy into the magic stone.

For the remaining two months of this semester, he will not come into this office again.

Quirrell twice tried to kill him.

Anton didn't have such a big belly and just smiled and forgot.

At the end of this semester, if Quirrell had not died at the hands of Harry Potter, Anton would definitely have done it.

He had already thought of a way to die.

Moreover, he also secretly figured out Lao Fu's Dark Mark. When the time came, he would get such a tattoo on Quirrell's arm, so that even if he accidentally exposed himself to murder, he would have an explanation.

Dumbledore would understand him. For such a man who tried so hard to resurrect Voldemort, if Anton didn't take action, Old Deng would do it.

Voldemort will also understand him, just like Lao Fu understands himself, Anton also understands Lao Fu. It is reasonable for a person who intends to kill him to be killed in revenge.

The time points are also very clear.

On the night after the final exam, the trio of Quirrell and Harry would break into the secret room containing the Philosopher's Stone, which was an excellent time.

Just like when he killed the old wizard Fiennes, Anton had no psychological burden on killing Quirrell.

"Professor? Haha~"
Chapter completed!