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Snape's face became more gloomy, but he never interrupted her. He just stared at her with an emotionless look.

Victor saw that he was silent, and continued almost angrily:

"Don't tell me that you think this time is okay! You know better than anyone what the price was back then-"

Snape finally spoke. His voice was low and slow, but with an unquestionable firmness.

"This time it's different."

Victor sneered, crossed his arms, and his eyes were full of doubt.

"Different? How is it different?"

Snape's eyes became deeper, and his fingers unconsciously clenched a corner of his robe, as if suppressing some emotions.

"Because he is Deveraux Alexander."

He said it decisively, as if the name itself was the reason.

"And this time... no one wants to resurrect anyone anymore."

When he said the last sentence, his voice trembled slightly, and his fists were clenched so tightly that the veins were exposed.

Victor was stunned for a moment, and she looked at Snape's face carefully, as if looking for flaws in his words. But after a few seconds, she shook her head slowly, with a trace of fatigue and disappointment in her eyes.

"No, Snape."

Her voice was as cold as the winter wind.

"I don't believe you. I'm sorry, I'm withdrawing from this experiment."

After that, she turned around and left without hesitation, her steps firm and resolute, without a trace of hesitation.

Snape stood there, quietly watching Victor's back disappear at the end of the corridor.

The corridor returned to silence again, leaving only the dim light reflected on his slightly tired face. He slowly exhaled, as if releasing some emotions that had been pent up in his chest.

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"Hehe, Al, actually I've long wanted to see how much space you have in your stomach!"

Deveraux held the wand, with an obviously malicious smile on the corner of his mouth, and slowly approached Al who was lying on the experimental table.

Al obviously realized that something was wrong, his eyes were wide open, and he jumped around on the experimental table with a look of fear, trying to escape from this dangerous "operating table".

"Don't run! Let me see! Don't move!" Devero chased after him excitedly, and the lab was in chaos.

Although Al was not young, he was as agile as a rabbit and it was easy for him to avoid Devero's capture. Devero was out of breath after chasing him, and he stopped and stared at Al, panting.

"Okay, Al, it seems that you don't want to drink the wine!" Devero sneered, waved his wand and shouted:

"Al, fly over!"

Al's pupils shrank, and seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately grabbed the edge of the laboratory table with his two little claws with webbed feet, vowing not to let go.

Devero saw that the spell was ineffective, frowned, and slightly increased the magic power. Al's face was full of struggle, and his little claws were scratching, but he couldn't resist Devero's spell strength, and he suddenly let go...

However, this time he used too much force, and the result was completely beyond Devero's expectations. Al flew over Deveraux's head like a cannonball, drawing an arc and rushing straight to the door of the laboratory.

At this time, the door of the laboratory was pushed open from the outside.

Deveraux's eyes widened, his face turned pale in an instant, and he hurriedly shouted:

"Be careful--!"

However, everything happened too fast and there was no time to stop it.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Al accurately pounced on Snape's face who had just entered the door, and his slippery little body completely covered Snape's face.

"Ah--!!!"

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"Uh, that, professor, I didn't mean it."

Deveraux held Al, and Al lay in his arms. Both the man and the frog had a big bump on their heads, and it seemed that they had experienced a big "accident".

Snape was using a cleansing spell to deal with his face with a gloomy face. The cold expression and the blue veins on his forehead clearly showed that he was very angry.

"You little brat!"

Snape growled in anger.

"I'm telling you! Don't let this damned toad enter my lab! Do you understand?"

Deverot nodded repeatedly, raised one hand and swore, "I understand, I understand! I promise I won't bring it in again."

Snape snorted coldly, put his wand on the table and sat down, his expression still gloomy.

Deverot was relieved.

Based on the degree of disgust Snape showed towards Al in the past, he was afraid that Snape would suddenly cast a killing curse on Al.

At this time, Deverot looked around and found that Snape seemed to have come back alone. Professor Victor, who had gone with him to pick up Percy, was now nowhere to be seen.

"Professor," Deveraux asked cautiously, "Where are Percy and Professor Victor? Didn't they come back with you? Today's experiment... won't be done?"

When Snape heard this, he paused his wand movement, then sat back in his chair, leaned back, and was silent for a while before speaking.

"The experiment can't be done for the time being."

He spoke in a low voice, as if he was trying to suppress his emotions.

"Professor Victor...she is unwilling to measure data for our experiment. She thinks that working with werewolves is too risky."

Snape struggled, but in the end he didn't tell Deveraux what happened seven years ago.

He made up a random excuse.

Deveraux was stunned, frowned slightly, and felt that something was wrong.

Professor Victor clearly knew that this experiment was to study the potion to eradicate lycanthropy, and must have known that they needed to cooperate with werewolves. In this case, how could she suddenly withdraw because of fear of risks?

Deverot felt that Snape was talking nonsense, and there must be other reasons!

"Professor, is it really because of this reason?"

Deverot asked tentatively.

Snape did not answer directly, but lowered his eyes, his tone a little tired.

"It's okay. I have friends in the Apothecary Association, and I should be able to contact wizards who can help measure data. Although I can't make it to this international exchange meeting, all subsequent problems can be solved."

Snape said, not knowing whether he was comforting Deverot or talking to himself.

Deverot noticed that the dark circles under his eyes were heavier than usual, as if he didn't sleep well last night.

I don't know what he did last night.

So, Deverot moved to Snape's side, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly spoke as if he had made some important decision.

"Professor, actually... I have a skill."

Snape looked up at him, frowning slightly: "What is it?"

Deverot smiled confidently and patted his chest: "Professor, you may not believe it, but I am actually a statistical genius."

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