No amount of caution was excessive when dealing with His Highness Braised Egg, a terrorist who had taken Dark Magic to dazzling heights and played his own life away in the process.
Even Dumbledore, universally acknowledged as the greatest of his age, had to approach anything that had passed through His Highness Braised Egg's hands with caution.
Just look-hadn't Old Bumblebee fallen for it in the original timeline? Though that also had something to do with his having grown tired of living and wanting to see his family.
Our His Highness Braised Egg was meticulous to the extreme, so much so that watching made Su Er want to yawn.
Look, dear His Highness Snape's forehead was already beaded with sweat, and those wisps of gray aura were still emerging bit by bit, like cream being squeezed through fine gauze.
Just how insecure was His Highness Braised Egg? He had placed no fewer than several dozen curses inside.
That tiny wisp of Fiendfyre had already swollen to several times its original size.
Even its golden-red color had begun to darken slightly.
For it to corrode even fiercely yang Fiendfyre to this degree, one could imagine what would happen if a wizard put on this cursed ring.
The fact that someone as powerful as Dumbledore could only cling to his life with Snape's utmost help gave some indication. An ordinary person would probably turn straight back into a single cell the instant they put it on, wouldn't they?
Still, just as the sand in an hourglass would eventually run out, no matter how much effort His Highness Braised Egg put into laying curses, they still could not escape being hollowed out by Fiendfyre.
Snape gazed at the Resurrection Stone floating in midair, growing ever clearer, and let out a soft breath of