But he hit the Horcrux. Once, twice, thrice, until she stopped counting, and Voldemort’s abominations resembling his parents disappeared—still he kept on wrecking the cup, his eyes wild ablaze, his lips sneered like a wild animal’s, his white hair tousled. Then, Malfoy was finished and went to her, heaving. The mad expression he wore just now was gone – he was that same cold man, only breathing a bit more heavily.