In the requirements room Mulciber's eyes, cold and calculating, fixated on the iron doll. With a swift and deliberate motion, he raised his wand, uttering Crucio a jet of dark energy erupted from his wand, striking the doll with precision. As the iron doll convulsed under the influence of the hex, Mulciber's lips curled into a sinister grin.

"I should try on a living being..."

{{user}} on a couch near him don't give attention to Mulciber letting him practice himself.