After leaving the cave, the two burly figures on the Flying Broomsticks flickered and appeared in the secret base beneath the Black Lake where the Death Knight had once been buried. They removed the masks from their faces, and two identical old Goyles stood facing each other—Allen and Luna had used hairs from Gregory Goyle's father, who was currently being held by the Ministry of Magic.
"You did well listening to me and wearing a mask. That smell was really something." Allen-Goyle took off the somewhat oversized Death Eater robe he was wearing, tossed the mask in his hand aside, and said to the other, Luna-Goyle.
"Those Inferi in the water were contaminated by Dumbledore too." Luna-Goyle raised a hand and turned a stone into a chair, sat down on it, then lowered his head and poked his own protruding fat belly. "What was the original potion inside?"
"After drinking that potion, a person would feel fear, mental confusion, weakness, hallucinations, intense pain, extreme thirst, and other symptoms, but it wouldn't truly be fatal or leave any aftereffects. I think Tom might have considered a situation where he had to drink it himself." Allen-Goyle placed the wand he had just seized from Dumbledore on the ground, cast "Scourgify" on it, and the small amount of filth on it vanished. Then Allen-Goyle threw his gloves into the air and made them burn there.
"Clean it a few more times." Luna-Goyle stared at the Elder Wand on the ground as he spoke.
"Don't trust my skill? Once is enough." That was what Allen-Goyle said, but he briskly cast Scourgify on the wand twice more.
"The first time was for the wand. The next two were for the mind." Luna-Goyle, sitting on the stone chair, rose and leaned over with bulging eyes and