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However, Snape didn't even look back, and his tone was as cold as a cold winter wind.

"Don't worry, Victor. We are not a place for you to brush up on academic resources. Please respect yourself and go back."

These words directly touched a sensitive nerve in Victor. Her expression changed, and anger quickly climbed onto her brows.

"Snape!"

She shouted, quickly chased after him, and suddenly stood in front of him, staring at him with sharp eyes.

"What does it mean to swipe academic resources? Speak clearly!"

Snape stopped, raised his chin slightly, stared at her with his black eyes, and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Ha, Victor. The contact information you handed me, without exception, are all Slytherin alumni of your generation, right? You think I can't tell?"

He snorted softly, with a hint of contempt in his tone.

"You want to use our experiments to pave the way for them. Do you think I, Snape, am a resource you can use at will?"

Victor's face suddenly turned blue and white, and she opened her mouth, but couldn't speak for a while. Snape's every word was like a cold arrow that hit her right in the heart.

It took her a long time to hold back a sentence, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"Oh, then who did you invite this time? I don't believe you can find anyone more reliable than my list. The experiment is so dangerous, if I tell others about these risks - you can still Find support?”

Snape looked at her with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. He raised an eyebrow slightly and raised the corner of his mouth in a disdainful arc.

"Okay, I'll tell you."

He leaned forward slightly, his tone seeming to mock her ignorance.

"The person we invited is Devero Alexander."

After speaking, he adjusted his robe and walked around Victor indifferently, leaving Victor standing there with a complicated expression on his face.

"Devereux Alexander?"

She repeated the name in a low voice, frowning and mumbling to herself.

"Who is this person? I have never heard of this person in the circle... But why does this name sound so familiar..."

Then, a roar came from the underground classroom.

"Snape!!! How dare you play tricks on me with a child!!! Wait! At the Ministry of Magic's drug test defense meeting, I'll see how you can come up with data that can pass the test!!!"

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Devereaux carefully held a small bottle of confusion potion with a faint mist and walked up to Percy.

"Percy, remember, you must drink it all, don't leave a drop." Devereaux tried to make his voice sound more relaxed, but he unconsciously repeated the warning.

Percy took the bottle hesitantly, lowered his head to smell it, and his nose immediately wrinkled. He looked up at Devereux with disgust, his tone full of suspicion.

"Why does this smell exactly the same as the medicine that suppressed animal transformation before? No, the smell is stronger this time!"

Devereux laughed a few times, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. Could it be that he was asked to confess that it was because he added some folded ears at random, but it ended up being self-defeating? This cannot be said.

"Uh... Actually, this time the medicine did draw on the idea of ​​​​that inhibitor. It can be regarded as an upgraded version."

He waved his hand, feigning nonchalance.

"Don't think too much, just drink it and you'll be fine. As for the taste, you'll get used to it after drinking too much."

Percy looked at him suspiciously, but finally sighed in resignation.

He held his nose with one hand, closed his eyes, raised his head, and drank the entire bottle of potion in one gulp. After drinking, he looked like he wanted to vomit but had to hold it back.

Meanwhile, Devereux immediately turned around and walked to the other side of the partition. He nodded to Snape who was standing there, his expression a bit solemn.

Snape didn't ask any questions, and opened the small opening on the top of the glass cover of the alchemy creation placed on the other bed with a clean movement. He took out a small test tube from his pocket, poured out a drop of the confounding agent, and carefully dropped it on the weird-shaped "meat ball".

The meat ball trembled slightly, squirming slightly like a living thing. Snape stared at it, his eyes cold and focused.

Devereaux turned back to Percy and said softly.

"Percy, lie down." He raised his wand, pointed it at Percy's temple, and whispered a spell. As the magic flowed, Percy's eyelids gradually became heavy, and he soon fell into a drowsy state.

"Okay, he's asleep."

Devereux breathed a long sigh of relief and turned his head slightly to look at Snape.

"The next step is to wait. I hope... everything goes well this time."

Devereux stood by the experimental table, holding a piece of parchment in his hand, lowering his head and carefully examining the data on it. This was the first comprehensive test he had just completed on Percy. The numbers and charts clearly recorded Percy's current physical condition.

The most striking thing is a brand-new indicator specially designed for this experiment: Curse Residual Degree.

"63%..."

Devereux read softly, frowning slightly. He knew that although this value was not too high, it must not be taken lightly.

Fortunately, Percy can still stay awake and rational for now, but if it exceeds a certain critical point, such as 80%, the consequences will be unpredictable.

Devereux predicted that if it were Luna, it would be at least 80%.

He shook his head, bringing his thoughts back to reality. This is not the time to be overthinking.

He looked at his watch. The hour hand pointed to eleven o'clock in the morning. It would still be some time before the experimental medicine would take effect.

"Go and take a rest first." Snape's low voice interrupted Deveraux's thoughts. He was standing in front of the glass cover of the alchemical creation, with his back to Deveraux, and his tone sounded unexpectedly calm, "It will take at least three hours for the potion to take effect. Take a nap now."

Deveraux raised his head in disbelief, staring at Snape blankly, his voice full of surprise: "You mean... let me take a rest?"

Snape turned his head and glanced at him coldly, as if he was disdainful of his overreaction: "Why, don't you want to?"

Deveraux stood up suddenly as if he was poked in the sore spot, waving his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, I want to! I want to very much!" As he said, he quickly picked up Al who was dozing off at the laboratory table and rushed to the door in a hurry, "Then professor, I'll take my leave first!"

Snape looked at his back as he ran out of the laboratory with his hands and feet, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, revealing a faint smile.

The laboratory returned to calm, Snape stopped smiling and returned to the alchemical creation. He looked down at the lump of flesh in the glass cover. It was as quiet as ever, motionless, and it seemed that nothing special had changed.

However, he did not notice that, out of his sight, a few strands of light-colored hair were quietly growing on the surface of the lump of flesh.

And Percy's hair gradually became less dense...

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