Algernon entered the darkened room and adjusted his night-vision goggles to fit better on his head. Under the greenish glow, he could see the slowly decomposing forms of the former convicted high-security prisoners that had been transferred from Azkaban. He ambled along the path that led to where Albus and Tom resided. He peered at Tom’s rotting corpse and shook his head at the failed experiment, "Take this one out and chuck it through the Veil. He’s reached a non-sustainable level and no good to anyone anymore. The fungus obviously sapped his magic to the point where his core gave out."