There are ways to bottle anything. Fame, glory, death--those are the easiest, but there are other things to brew, stopper, label and stick on a shelf. Rainbows, for example. Baby's breath. Moonlight.

It's child's play for a man of his powers to brew Polyjuice, to snip hairs from an unconscious Lupin.

His capture is not wholly unanticipated.

The Dark Lord likes to play with victims--his fortune. The first bottle is swallowed while running, the second dashed to the ground, and this new change is more powerful than he imagined. Then he knows nothing, and the others are lost.