Only So That When You Meet Your Destined Opponent, You Are Merely a Mortal of Flesh and Blood

Vizet cast Magic Eye, and the "Soul Stone" Monocle was already in place, floating before his eyes.

Dumbledore raised the goblet. The instant he drank the emerald-green liquid, it was like thick black-red ink dripping into clear water, spreading out in the blink of an eye.

"So that's how it is..." Vizet murmured. "Dust and Grime Begone!"

He waved his Wand in an "S"-shaped arc. The Obscurus Core pumped at tremendous speed, and Ancient Magic Power surged out.

Not only that, the "Ancient Magic Power brewed by time" was also ready. If ordinary Ancient Magic Power failed to take effect, he would pour that power into it as well.

A vortex appeared at Dumbledore's throat and rapidly spread over his whole body. Its color shifted from transparent to a deep, dense black-red, enveloping him and covering him completely.

Sirius Black said in surprise, "It's actually... this intense?"

He had seen "Ancient Magic: Purifying Cleansing Soul Washing Spell" before. Though he did not know the spell's name, he knew roughly what it did.

But he truly had not expected that merely drinking one cup of emerald-green liquid would produce such intense malice.

"Headmaster Dumbledore..." Harry was startled too, sounding half as if he were muttering to himself and half as if he were seeking an answer. "He should be all right, shouldn't he?"

"He should be." Lupin raised a hand and pointed at the Stone Basin. "Headmaster Dumbledore is taking the second cup of potion."

Harry hurriedly looked toward the Stone Basin. Dumbledore's hand passed through the black-red vortex and scooped out another cup of emerald-green liquid with perfect steadiness.

"To be honest..." Dumbledore's voice came from within the vortex. "It doesn't taste very good. Rather like drinking Flobberworm Mucus, only diluted Flobberworm Mucus..."

"Diluted Flobberworm Mucus?" Harry instinctively turned his