Harry gripped the edge of the stone basin tightly with both hands and watched in horror as Dumbledore drank the potion with his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes, Dumbledore's body began to sway involuntarily.
"Professor, Professor?" Harry asked worriedly when he saw Dumbledore put down the empty shell. He saw that Dumbledore seemed to be losing strength and hurried over to support Dumbledore.
Dumbledore closed his eyes and raised his arms to drink three more cups in silence. As more and more potions were poured into Dumbledore's throat, the feeling of exhaustion gradually spread. After enduring for a while, Dumbledore lost control of his body as if he was struck by lightning. He fell to the ground, his whole body limp as if he had no strength at all.
The shell spoon fell to the side. He lay on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he had no strength to get up again.
"Professor, can you hear me, Professor?" Harry asked anxiously.
Dumbledore's withered hand moved and pointed to the crystal basin. Harry picked up the shell spoon that had fallen to the ground, scooped up a spoonful of potion from the stone basin, and fed it to Dumbledore.
"Drink more." When Harry was feeding him, Dumbledore's expression changed. He seemed to have noticed something and began to shake his head vigorously to refuse.
Harry's throat tightened. "Professor, you have to continue drinking. Do you remember what you said?"
Dumbledore waved his hand weakly and kept shaking his head to refuse to drink the potion. His hand grabbed Harry's arm as if he wanted to say something, but also seemed to be pushing Harry away. Harry found that his originally weak legs seemed to be tightly clamped together.
Seeing Dumbledore's twitching legs, Harry's face was full of sadness. His heart was tormented, but because of Dumbledore's instructions, he had to force the shell to Dumbledore's mouth. Dumbledore drank the remaining potion in the shell, his old cheeks wrinkled.
However, although Harry's hand was trembling, he still firmly fed the potion into Dumbledore's mouth. "You can stop when you finish drinking."
Dumbledore drank the last drop of potion in the shell and panted heavily.
"Sorry, Professor." Harry scooped up another spoonful, and his heart was tormented. He felt like he was bullying an old man. "Hold on, Professor, there's only half left!"
Hearing that there was still half left, Dumbledore did not comfort him. He burst out with strength and pushed with his hand. His facial features were all wrinkled together, and he felt a rumbling sound in his stomach. Dumbledore had just collapsed when the potion took effect, and he realized that the situation was not right. According to his understanding of Tom, this kind of poison would never be able to produce such an effect.
Dumbledore opened his mouth in pain, but under the effect of the potion, he could not make a sound. The foul air that he had been suppressing surged out of his sphincter along his intestines, and then a series of New Year's salutes sounded in this silent space.
"Puff, puff, puff." Mixed with the sweet smell of almonds, a stench like the sewer gradually filled the air.
The smell was familiar. The plate of almond cookies in Dumbledore's office flashed across Harry's mind. He closed his mouth tightly, and his face turned green. This trap of Lord Voldemort was seriously different from the various situations he had expected. But when he thought of the promise just now and his previous fatigue over the Slughorn incident, Harry held his breath, endured the discomfort, and tried to control his trembling hands. He once again approached Dumbledore.
Looking at Dumbledore, whose face was ashen and body stiff, Harry was a little choked up. Dumbledore was greater than people thought. In order to defeat Lord Voldemort, he had sacrificed too much. Harry had already realized that the fart that Dumbledore just let out was not just a fart.
"Harry, stop … This is not … Ugh!" After a long time, Dumbledore finally succeeded in speaking. But Harry thought that Dumbledore was going to refuse, so he earnestly carried out Dumbledore's request. The moment Dumbledore opened his mouth, Harry poured the magic potion in his hand into his mouth. Dumbledore once again choked back his words.
Dumbledore was trembling from head to toe. Harry could not bear to see him like this. He once again returned to the crystal basin, which was more than half empty.
Harry, who had begun to cry, had his hands trembling so much that he could barely scoop up the magic potion. He bit his lip and tried to scoop up another spoonful of the magic potion.
"One more mouthful, Professor. Just one more mouthful, I promise." Harry's voice became rough and hoarse. Dumbledore seemed to understand that Harry was coaxing him. He shook his head desperately and said, "I promise that I will do whatever you ask me to do."
Dumbledore, who had never been so embarrassed, closed his mouth tightly and resisted Harry's approach.
"I promise …" Harry did not care about the smell of the fart and the feeling of his stomach churning. He desperately begged, "Please, drink this. You will be fine soon."
Harry's gaze swept across Dumbledore's purple robe and the yellowish-brown paste overflowing from Dumbledore's trousers. The Lord Voldemort's potion could also cause diarrhea, but now was not the time to completely remove it for Dumbledore. Harry bent down and helped Dumbledore up with one hand. His other hand, which was holding the magic potion, extended to Dumbledore's mouth.
"Ha … Ugh! Ugh! " Dumbledore endured the pain and mustered enough strength to make a sound. His trembling old voice was very anxious, but this time, Harry was more skilled and quickly poured the potion into his mouth the moment he opened his mouth.
"Professor, drink it. Drink it up. It will be over soon." Harry did not wait for Dumbledore's response. He jumped up and rushed to the crystal basin again. He wanted to end it all as soon as possible.
Dumbledore closed his eyes in despair and collapsed to the ground. He could not stop shaking from head to toe. His trembling hand could not hold the wand tightly. The wand slipped from his palm and rolled to the side.
Harry filled the cup to the brim. "Professor, this is the last cup. As long as you drink it up, it will be over."
Dumbledore's closed eyelids were trembling. Harry looked at the last cup of magic potion in his hand and squatted on the ground. He ignored the filth excreted by Dumbledore and gritted his teeth. He supported Dumbledore's body and placed him on his lap. Then, he used his hand to forcefully pinch Dumbledore's jaw, pried open his teeth, and forced the last cup of magic potion into his mouth.
After Dumbledore knew that he was going out, he ate a lot of snacks in the headmaster's office to fill his stomach. The almond biscuits that he had not digested yet came out again.
When Harry saw this scene, he recalled the scene when he found Ron and Draco Malfoy in the Forbidden Forest. Even if he held his breath, the stench and visual impact made Harry's face turn green, his throat hairs rise, and his stomach churn. He could not help but lean over and vomit uncontrollably.
Previously, when he was at Hagrid's place, Harry ate a lot of mutton. The enjoyment at the beginning had now turned into double the pain. The mutton in his stomach was now vomited out. There was a spicy feeling in his throat, and his forehead was sweating.
Finally, Harry stood up and raised his hand to wipe the residue on the side of his mouth. The air here was even worse, and Dumbledore's mess on the ground was too horrible to look at. But it was finally over. Harry looked up and saw that a small area of the lake that was originally clear was dyed red. He raised his wand and wanted to cast "Clean Up" on his headmaster.
But suddenly, Harry's eyes widened. Two people dressed as Death Eaters rushed in from the entrance on flying brooms and quickly approached them.
The two Death Eaters had the same figure, very burly and strong.
The situation was urgent, and Harry did not care about the filth on the ground. He hurriedly passed by Dumbledore and held his wand in front of him to protect him.
Finally, Harry's strange behavior attracted the attention of Dumbledore, who had already lost his virginity. However, under the effect of the Weasley twins' powerful laxatives, his lower body still couldn't control the incessant excretion. He tried to prop himself up with his elbows to grab his wand that had rolled to the side. However, Dumbledore, who had already lost his strength from the potion and was beginning to collapse from exhaustion, could not control his trembling body and could only helplessly struggle on the ground.
"The world's greatest light wizard has now become the world's greatest brown wizard?" Seeing the scene in front of his eyes, the Death Eater on the left mocked in a low muffled voice and then swooped down.
Harry, who had been training for a long time in the ancient magic class, immediately raised his wand. Small crackling lightning gathered at the end of his wand, he wanted to use the attack method learned in the ancient magic class to repel the attacker.
But the opponent easily used a wand that looked like a tree branch, easily and accurately used the shield made by the Iron Armor Spell to deflect Harry's lightning. Then, he counterattacked with a Petrification Spell, hitting Harry right in the middle. Harry's legs tightened and fell straight into the filth on the ground.
The other Death Eater was circling in the sky on a broom, and the Death Eater who just made a sound used Clean Up on the ground in disgust and landed on the ground. Then, he picked up the wand on the ground with gloves and stuffed it back into Dumbledore's hands.
Dumbledore, who seemed to have realized what the opponent wanted to do, squinted his eyes strenuously and raised his trembling hand, wanting to resist. But before he could cast his spell, the opponent's "Weapon to Eliminate You" hit him first. Dumbledore's wand flew out of his hand again, spinning and flying towards the Death Eater who cast the spell.
"Consider yourself lucky, if it wasn't for the master who said he would kill you personally …" After taking the wand, the Death Eater said coldly to Dumbledore, "But I'll take this wand as a trophy, come to the Albanian Forest and find me for revenge if you have the guts!"
After that, he rode on the flying broom again, joined the Death Eater circling in the sky, and flew out of the cave.
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