The soul bounced around in the tank, scaring many in the room as it screeched. Not that it lasted long as I started the killing process as soon as it was in the tank. Harry on the other hand was woozy and shaking his head with a hand on his forehead. Wafts of smoke escaped his scar for several minutes and I feared he might faint. After one more shake of his head, the last bit of smoke left and he was clear.