What Potion Did Dumbledore Drink Novels & Stories

He clutched the egg all the more tightly. Tova rose to his feet. He rushed to Ludwig, clutched his nose, and took the egg from him with shock in his eyes before he would break it. “You have come in time!” he said and hurriedly walked back to the potion. He cracked open it and poured its red and yellow contents in it. The potion frothed and became white creamy liquid. He switched off the flame, poured it into a glass and took it to Penny. He propped her up and made her drink it by opening her mouth wide and literally shoving it down her throat.

"What I have today is not something that I would like to talk about. But it is something that I would like to show." He pulled something out of his sleeve. It looked like a glass bottle. Everybody watched with eager eyes. Master watched all their gazes fixated on the product he had brought in their presence. " Master... Master... " Just then a voice running towards them distracted all their attention . Draco glared towards it. His eyes about to burst into Flames of Extinction. " Draco, Wait! " Master promptly stopped him as Marcus, Master's favourite apprentice rushed inside. " Master. Master you must not open that glass jar. It contains the Lethal Anti- Elixir. "

We're almost getting there, I can feel it. Alpha Dorian is going to lose all respect, he's going down, and his doom is near. A hysterical laugh let out from my mouth in victory. * Later In The Evening * " What'd you think? " Dolph asked as he dropped the jar before me. I accessed it with my eyes and without touching it, I smiled in accomplishment. " Yeah, it's real. This potion would cure them " I said and his look changed to a surprised one. " The witch really must be a powerful one " He muttered and I nodded and then realization hit me.

She understood emotions and has watched how her everyone is shaped from their surroundings. “If you insist.” Althea walked to her shelf of potions. Shifting threw them, she found what she was looking for in the way back. It was a small vile of purple liquid. “We each need to drink this.” Uncorking the top, Althea brought it to her lips and drank half before passing it to Sabrina. Swallowing the rest, they each began to cramp. Bending over in agony, a white light erupted from their chest. It caused them to call down backwards as it shined so bright that they were blinded. The pain was excruciating and lasted a few minutes before slowly fading away.

She suddenly felt nauseous just by looking at it. “Come on, you have to drink it while it’s fresh.” “Wait, you mean now?” “No Tomorrow. Yes of course now.” “What’s in this anyway?” she inquired while hesitating to accept the bottle that contained the potion. “Let me see, a lizard’s skin, the dinosaur’s bone, I think there’s something or someone’s gizzards in it and...” “What?” “Come on, just drink it. You’re such a…” Alvah pushes the bottle of potion straight into her lips that she had no choice but to drink it bottoms up.

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

He decided to use a replica as a bait. By the time he realized what he had gotten himself into, it was too late. Now he was here, sitting in a meeting with the most dangerous of the warlocks. At the close of the evening, Dorian Priest offered his special drink to everyone. “What is this?” Leo asked. “Food for the folklore. You must taste it,” Priest replied. Leo took a sip and was immediately charmed by the drink. Smiling, he took a few more gulps. Moments later he began to cough blood but that didn’t stop him from drinking up to the final drop.

He covered his mouth with his left hand, holding back the urge to vomit. Quickly Daniel helped and carried him to the chair near him. "There's no need to answer if it's too difficult for you to tell me," Daniel took out a small bottle from his coat pocket and opened it, then brought it closer to let him inhale it. From the small bottle, Albert smelled a calming scent of lavender along with something foreign that immediately relaxed his whole body. When he was attending the magic academy of the Northern kingdom—before the academy closed its access to pure-blood witches and was now only intended for mixed-blood witches—he always got a D score for his potion class.

Her tempting scent instantly tickled my nose. “Travelling with teleportation is very convenient.” With a small smile, I got up and met her halfway. Wrapping my arms around her thin waist, I kissed her cheek and said: "I'm going take you to the hospital.” Zoe's face hardened slightly. She pinched my cheek and studied me carefully. "I just saw you a week ago, but you look so tired now. Everything that happened definitely seems to be serious." We went to the hospital to see dad. After examining him, Zoe said concisely: "Franklin was poisoned with a paralysing potion. Just like the potions made by the black wizards, only the person who made this potion will have the antidote."

When he got to the door, he turned back with raised brows. "You took your medications yet?" "You know how much I hate that yellow stuff," Damon grimaced just thinking about it. "It tastes like horseshit." "And very effective," Ralph added. "Albus will have my head for lunch if I don't force that concoction down your throat." He started for the bed. It didn't come as a surprise to see a covered bowl by the bedside filled with a musky-smelling yellow liquid. "You're going to take it now."