Chapter 3168: Souls Come Flying
When the potion in the cauldron had been brewed into a thick, sludge-like consistency that seemed to reek of foul stench just from looking at it, Hermione finally could not hold back and spoke again.
"—I still can't believe it."
Frowning, she looked at Voldemort's now clearly visible figure and said softly, "A Dark Wizard as cunning and treacherous as him... being fooled so easily."
"That's because you think about things differently."
Zheng Qing idly twirled The Wand in his hand and said lazily, "To White Wizards, love and happiness possess the greatest magic; but to Dark Wizards, pain and harm possess the greatest magic... This logic applies to others, and it applies to themselves as well. In Voldemort's eyes, if a spell cannot inflict enough pain on him, then it is undoubtedly weak... In other words, the more poisonous the potion, the more powerful it is."
The three young wizards listened in stunned silence.
"—Truly beyond saving."
Little Witch finally sighed and delivered that verdict.
Time passed second by second.
The moisture in the cauldron gradually boiled away.
The thick "sludge" grew darker and darker, while the smoke rising from the pot became increasingly dense. It had been green at the beginning, then gradually turned whiter and thicker, rapidly filling the barrier outlined by the circle of fine salt as it churned.
At some point, Reinhardt had stepped outside the barrier.
Only Voldemort's remnant soul remained within, slowly swallowed by the white smoke. The smoke was like sulfuric acid, corroding Tom Riddle's handsome face. His high nose began to melt, his two ears dropped into the dense smoke one after the other, black spots appeared across his pale skin, and his entire body twisted and deformed like a candle roasted by intense heat.
Only