He shook his head in disgust. That shit burned. But he didn’t care about the truth in her words and the burning sensation. So he poured himself another one before sitting down on the nearby black velvet chaise longue. He wanted to forget the face of those innocent wizards and muggles that were now either dead or kept in cells for better use and sadly, the only way to do so was to destroy the few innocent brain cells that were somehow left in his fucked up head.