The Pack's Rebels
“Looks like death in a saucepan.”
“It’s a component spell,” she said. “It’s like dissolving the glue that holds the pieces together, so that what remains are easier to melt.”
“And you want it to dissolve and melt into a foul stinking black goo because…?” Harry looked at her, raising an eyebrow. Behind them, his werewolf had dragged a crate to hold the door open and had begun to carry things in from outside, stacking boxes onto the benches. Harry glanced back at him. “Tell me in a moment, I need to help Jules before that crazy soldier-frat-boy comes and whips our arses.”