It's Friday.

The final lesson was Snape's Potions class, which was about the herbicides that Professor Pomona Sprout loved.

Snape added a dozen points to Slytherin as usual, and deducted a dozen points from the other houses, with Gryffindor bearing the brunt. Gryffindor couldn't afford to score more points, and the little lions' hatred for Snape was growing day by day.

Of course, Snape wouldn't care.

After class, he specially reminded Norlin:

"Mr. Davis, if I'm not mistaken, you're going to come to me tonight to enjoy your confinement."

"Okay, Professor."

Norlin chuckled in his heart, and an ominous premonition hit his mind. A few people next to him also heard the smell.

"He's going to make things difficult for you. I guarantee in Merlin's name. ”

In the auditorium, Smith swore an oath.

"Really, it's obviously the Walker Caro's fault......" Zhang Qiu also said with a look of indignation and some concern.

"I don't think Professor Snape and I have any big deals......

Norlin thought about it, but found nothing. It stands to reason that Ravenclaw House and Snape have no grudges, and he also brought on himself to beat Walker Caro to himself, and Snape should be unbiased against himself.

After dinner, Norlin rushed to Snape's office with the blessings of several people.

When he knocked on the door and entered, Snape was standing in front of a full line of jars, fiddling with several potions. The bottle was still bubbling with bubbles, and it didn't look like a normal person's potion.

His office was dressed in the same clothes as his own, with potion bottles of all sorts arranged haphazardly, some of the chests of drawers halfway open, revealing a mess of potions materials inside. The air was filled with an inexplicable gas, and the interior lighting was slightly eerie.

There was a bucket next to the wall with some wriggling black unidentified creatures inside. They are indistinguishable from caterpillars, but each has a short, hard single horn on the top of their head. There was also a basin next to the bucket, which was empty.

Norin felt a chill in his heart, and he knew what Snape was going to do for him.

Sure enough, Snape glanced back at him, smiled on his slightly thin lips, and said:

"It's coming. Today's task is to remove the horns of these unicorn worms in any way, but not to destroy their medicinal properties. ”

Norlin frowned, pointed to the barrel and asked:

"Is it the same for everyone else to be locked down?"

"Since Dumbledore handed you over to me, I can't let you finish it too easily."

Snape spoke slowly, turning his head to continue studying his potion.

Norlin crouched down with a dark face, the smell wafting from the barrel almost making him breathless.

Fortunately, Snape had a little conscience and prepared dragon skin gloves for him, otherwise he wouldn't touch them if he was punished by Snape again.

One by one, the unicorn insects were densely packed in the barrel, and the dense phobia almost died on the spot. Although Nolin is not a person with dense phobia, he looks a little numb in the scalp.

"Copy in pairs."

He thought for a moment and chanted a copy spell at the bucket, and another bucket appeared out of thin air. It's good that the unicorn worms in the bucket weren't copied together, otherwise his mentality would have exploded.

Norin carefully pinched a unicorn, it was about a finger long, and at this time it writhed wildly between Nolin's fingers, and the horns on his head were messy, so that Nolin's hand was a little painful.

There are some ...... to start with Fat, the thought of popping it uncontrollably appeared in Norin's mind. And then he did.

"Smack!"

The juice burst to the ground.

Nolin, who had been prepared, made a backward jump, not letting the juice stick to his body. An inexplicable sense of satisfaction arises spontaneously.

Snape on the other side turned his head to look at it, and there was a hint of murder in his sharp eyes.

Norlin smirked and cast a clean-up spell to clean the ground of the slurry and put the horn of the unicorn worm in the pot.

This method was undoubtedly possible, but Norlin suspected that he would do it again, and Snape flew in a spell.

"Knives flying!"

A knife flew off Snape's lab table and into Nolin's hand. Norlin picked up a unicorn insect again, and used a knife to gently cut the corner where it connected to the skin. In a short time, a complete single horn was removed by him.

"It's pretty simple."

Norlin was overjoyed, and casually threw the unicorn insect's corpse into the replica bucket. This method is a bit more work-intensive, but it is undoubtedly achievable.

However, at this moment, the knife in his hand flew out uncontrollably, and Snape held the knife and added:

"I forgot to remind you that this work can only be done with spells."

Why did you forget to remind you, it was obviously intentional, right?

Norin wanted to look in the mirror to see if he had become Harry Potter. He felt his face look like a question mark, and his breathing was a little messy.

He drew his wand, resisted the urge to attack Snape's back, pinched the horn of the unicorn and hung it in the barrel, and said angrily:

"Divided!"

"Smack!"

The unicorn burst open again. Norin's hand pinching the horns splattered with juice all over the dragonskin glove.

There were still a lot of stumps on the horns, and Norlin could only suppress his anger and slowly remove them.

In this way, the workload is much higher.

And the consumption of mana is also much more serious. After cleaning up part of it step by step, Norlin felt that most of the mana reserves in his body were missing.

Gradually, Norlin suddenly realized that the work seemed to have something else to offer. He began to deliberately control the output of his mana, reducing the amount of power released by the Disintegration Charm.

There were fewer and fewer sticky stumps on the horns, until finally, there was only a solitary horn left.

Norin let out a breath of turbidity, which was kind of a trick for him.

The corners of Snape's eyes twitched slightly, and he continued his experiments with a blank face.

After being able to accurately remove the unicorn, the work efficiency has improved a lot. When the magic was about to run out, Norlin stopped and sat on the ground to meditate and recover.

After a few hours, a whole bucket of unicorn horns was finally removed.

Norlin took off his dragonskin gloves, wiped a handful of sweat, placed the basin full of horns on Snape's lab table, and whispered:

"Thank you, Professor."

"Thank you for what I did."

Snape sneered, glanced at the basin casually, nodded, waved his hand, and said:

"Let's go back. To be continued next week. ”

Norlin didn't feel much resentment at this point. He looked at Snape's experiment, and his heart moved, and he said:

"Professor, are you configuring Throat Locking Gas?"

"How?"

Snape raised his eyebrows and looked up at Nolin.