“neville,”pottersaid.“whatpotions?”afterahalfaminuteofsilene,potteraskedagain,louder.

“rapioanimam,”longbottomfinallymanagedtosay,followedbyamuhquieter,“metempsyhimpello.”

drao’sheartsankashetranstedthtininhishead.“drao?”amepansy’squestioningvoie,butallheoulddowasmeetpotter’seyesashewhispered,“itseizesthesoul.it—theseondoneisafusionofagreekantin.toompelthetransmigrationofthesoul.”

potter’sgreeneyesalmostpoppedoutofhishead.“no,”hisfeaturesrumbledintoagrimae.“thereisnoway…”

“harry,”longbottomstartedtosay,butpotterwasstillstaringatdrao.

“youwereright,”hefinallysaid.anddraolookedawayattheadmission.anothermoment,hewouldhaverelishedinpotter’saknowledgment.butnothingfeltrightinhissuspiionthatbertrie’ssoulhadbeensedwiththekneazleguinevere’s.whileitmeanttheyhadanswers,thedetailsprovidedbylongbottomhadnohopeforaviablesolution.

theroomsankintosilene.draowasthankfulnooneelseseemedtobeabletoreoverfromtherevetion.hefeltasifhewassuddenlydrowninginhisownfear,ashisuandingofthesituationshiftedfromfuallydiretopotentiallyatastrophi.findingbertriehadbeenthepriority,theonlythoughtinhismind.butthethreadsofthisasehadpulledhimintosomethingdark,witheverystepforwardrevealinginexpliabledevelopments.itleftdraodesperateforsomethingpure,somethingthatmadesense.theurseurgedhimtopushthrough,tofollowthethreadsastheyoedevenifhedidn’tuandtheiroions.

buteverypartofhimstruggledagainstitnow,espeiallythepartthatreognisedthenervousstareonlongbottom’sfae.draoreeledhimselfbaktothemomentathand,learinghismind.heasked,“couldsomesortofreversepotionbeformuted?perhapswithfullmoonfluxweed?or—”

“itwoul

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