As expected, the Potion Master held out the small, wickedly sharp blade. He would have to discard it since it would be as good as useless to cut potion ingredients once polluted by blood. Yet, that was a price he was glad to pay. Watching Harry stand up to the arrogant Lord, radiating power, was awe-inspiring. Slowly the young man dragged his blade over the wizard's cheeks. The gauge went down to the bone. The man could not even cry out when the blood started to drip onto his robes. Harry folded his arms behind his back, letting the blood from the blade soil the floor.