"No, my ... Lord Voldemort." What was he doing? Had he shifted allegiance already? Next, he would start calling Potter "Master'. He still carried the Dark Mark. He needed to be more careful. Yet, everything about this situation was unsettling, and his occlumency shields refused to stay up. He gasped when the dark wizard carelessly threw the bag into the fire, containing the explosion with a simple shield. It felt like Voldemort had just destroyed a piece of himself. His potions ... they were the only thing of value about him. And the Dark Lord had just thrown them away. Next, he would throw away Severus, as per Potter's insistence.