The substances in the vial were a threat to the wizardkind. They were retrieved from the ancient temple of Khonsu, it was a sort of an elixir that was created by the Egyptians, centuries ago. It was protected by runic mythic magic around the premises. Any wizard brave enough to attempt to break in faced an irreversible curse. A slow cruel descent to their death. Hermione shuddered as she recalled all the vast memories of her studying Egyptian hieroglyphics, they were the most advanced wizards of their time, finding a way to manipulate and bend their magic to forge weapons, in the forms of potions. A potion which some wizard stole and planned to sell tomorrow night for quite a hefty profit. The buyer and the seller however are unknown, the only information she had going into this mission was that the exchange happened precisely at midnight and she had to stop it before it reached the hands of someone dangerous.