Chapter 138 Pulling Will

Anton is a nice guy.

For Neville's lack of knowledge about potions, he expressed his heartbreak, and was willing to take the trouble to give him a good lesson.

"Unicorn horn is a very good potion material. Grinding the horn into powder and soaking in water in a bowl is the simplest universal antidote. At the same time, it has powerful magic power and is widely used in many potions. .”

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

"The best quality tail hair costs 10 gold Galleons a piece. Oh, yes, this kind of tail hair will not change hair. There are only a few of them. Almost a bag of tail hair, a small cloth bag, Also 10 Galleons."

Every time Anton said it, Neville's expression paled a little.

But Anton continued on.

"Of course, it also has unique physical properties, such as being extremely tough, which Hagrid took advantage of as a rope for bandaging wounded animals."

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

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

"Of course, don't make it too easy. You should remember the description about unicorns. They mainly eat grass and leaves. They will eat up the leaves of flowers, but they are unwilling to harm the flowers, and they can only accept the touch of pure girls."

Neville nodded vigorously.

Anton spread his hands, "This is the way to catch it. The unicorn likes to sleep on the girl's skirt, and then the pure girl can take out a sharp dagger and stab it lightly. The unicorn is in a dream. Live a perfect life."

Neville couldn't believe it, "I... I've only heard such plots 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, don't you know?"

hehe.

do not know.

I don't want to know either.

What inexplicable fairy tales, bedtime stories, there is such a discordant plot.

"All in all, in order to protect the dwindling unicorns, wizards try not to kill unicorns that grow in the wild, except for those in farms."

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

"Propagate the unicorn's message of beauty and holiness."

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

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

that's it.

Anton gave Neville a complete lesson.

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

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

Do not!

wrong.

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

"Quack quack."

"Just kidding, maybe unicorns are holy in your eyes, but in my eyes, unicorns are among the most filthy animals, and they will be cursed if they are stained with blood? Hehe, hell, I don't want to touch this magic animal."

"We're just going to see and see."

Neville finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Anton really didn't lie, they really just took a look.

Other than being muscular werewolves holding down a solitary unicorn and plucking out one of those precious tail hairs that never grows back, they haven't done anything bad.

Three days passed in a flash.

There are always so many surprises in the Forbidden Forest full of unknowns.

For example, a large clump of devil vines grew wildly in the dark valley. Neville's terrified struggle was almost dragged into it and crushed, which was so exciting to death.

Devil vines and elephant vines have completely different biological characteristics. Elephant vines like sunlight and exposure to the sun. On the contrary, devil vines like dark and humid, afraid of strong light and high temperature.

All kinds of magical animals and plants, plus Anton's unique introduction full of dark wizard bias.

Neville felt that the whole person had experienced a baptism in these three days.

The whole person is transparent.

But he was still a little guilty. They had eaten too many runes in the past three days, and Anton always said loudly, "This is for the ecology of the Forbidden Forest!"

What can Neville do, he can only pick up the bowl and chopsticks in frustration, "It smells so good~"

If you want to talk about the biggest receipt in the past three days, in addition to 'all petrochemicals', he has also practiced good snake soup and barbecue skills.

Anyway, except for the first day, Neville was always doing the work, and Anton was on the sidelines making random commands.

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Slap.

A twig is dropped on Quirrell's desk.

Anton squinted at the position on the back of Quirrell's head, and frowned. Voldemort's condition has been particularly bad recently, and he has been sleeping all the time.

"What is this?" Quirrell looked at the branches inexplicably.

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

"Putting the will?" With a blank face.

"The pull rope spell, this is still your strong point." Anton looked at Quirrell carefully, seeing that he really didn't seem to understand, so he had to pick up the branch and put it on a finger.

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

"This was broken off from the tree next to the unicorn gathering place. When I broke it off, I added some magic power to it with the 'drawing will', and it would point to its own mother tree." Anton put down the branch, "You It can be regarded as a portkey weakened to the extreme, or a compass."

"But I still don't understand, I didn't see the rope, what is pulling the will, what's going on?" Quirrell stared blankly at the branch, and then at Anton.

"hehe."

It is difficult to explain to you with your IQ, it is traction, literal meaning, invisible rope, is it difficult to understand?

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

Anton turned around and left, thought for a while, turned around and explained, "There are a lot of unicorns in the unicorn gathering place, if you don't want to be besieged and fail, find a single one and strike at a farther place. "

That's all for now.

Bye bye.

Anton felt a little regretful.

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

Even if Quirrell drank the blood of the unicorn and Lao Fu woke up, he would definitely put all his energy into the Philosopher's Stone.

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

Quirrell tries to kill him twice.

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

At the end of this semester, if Quirrell hadn't died at the hands of Harry Potter, Anton would definitely make up for it.

He has thought about the way to die.

Moreover, he quietly figured out how to understand Lao V's Dark Mark, and when the time comes to get such a tattoo on Qilo's arm, even if he accidentally exposed the murder, he will have an explanation.

Dumbledore would understand him. For such a person who tried so hard to revive Voldemort, if Anton didn't make a move, Old Deng would.

Voldemort would also understand him, just as Lao Fu understood himself, and Anton also understood Lao Fu. It was reasonable and reasonable for a person who planned to kill himself to be killed in revenge.

The timing is also very clear.

The night after the final exam, when the trio of Quirrell and Harry would both be breaking into the Chamber of Secrets that contained the Philosopher's Stone, perfect timing.

Just like killing the old wizard Fiennes back then, Anton didn't have any psychological burden on killing Quirrell.

"Professor? Huh~"