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"Yes, you are correct. All of these items come from a unicorn." He picked up the small vial with what looked like mercury in his right hand and the lump of 'gold' with his left. "Two of the more rare items are unicorn blood, which I hold in my right hand and unicorn hoof, which I hold in my left. The other two items remaining on the table are of course unicorn hair and the horn of a unicorn. We won't be brewing any potions in this class here at Hogwarts which require any of these ingredients but, I believe it is an important part of your education to discuss the uses of these things. Any idea why we don't brew potions which require unicorn parts in them here at school?"
As he began to get into the rhythm of teaching, the trials of the past few hours drained away from his mind. Doyle never thought that teaching would become an escape for him as the students had tended to put him on edge last term. He never would have dreamed that he'd actually come to enjoy this job and see it as a way to relieve stress.
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