You Are Merely a Mortal of Flesh and Blood When You Encounter Your Destined Opponent

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

Dumbledore raised the goblet. The moment he drank the emerald-green liquid, it was like thick blackish-red ink dripping into clear water, spreading through it in an instant.

"Just as I thought..." Wizet murmured. "Tergeo-Scourgify!"

He swung his wand in an S-shaped arc. The Obscurus Core pulsed rapidly, and Ancient Magic Power surged forth.

More than that, the "Ancient Magic Power tempered by time" was also at the ready. If ordinary Ancient Magic Power failed to work, he would channel that power into it.

A vortex appeared at Dumbledore's throat and swiftly spread across his entire body. Its color shifted from transparent to a deep, dense blackish red, enveloping and completely obscuring him.

Sirius said in surprise, "It's... that intense?"

He had seen <Ancient Magic: Purification and Soul Cleansing Charm> before. Although he did not know the spell's name, he understood roughly what it did.

Yet he had never expected that merely drinking a goblet of emerald-green liquid would produce such intense malicious intent.

"Professor Dumbledore..." Harry was startled as well. He sounded as though he were muttering to himself, yet also asking for an answer. "He'll be all right, won't he?"

"He should be." Lupin raised a hand and pointed at the stone basin. "Professor Dumbledore is drawing a second goblet of potion."

Harry hurriedly looked toward the stone basin. Dumbledore's hand passed through the blackish-red vortex, steadily scooping up another goblet of emerald-green liquid.

"To be honest..." Dumbledore's voice came from within the vortex, "it doesn't taste very good. It's like drinking Flobberworm mucus—diluted Flobberworm mucus, that is..."

"Diluted Flobberworm mucus?" Harry instinctively turned to Wizet, who was maintaining his casting posture. "What does that feel like?"

"Probably like watery snot..." Wizet