What Potion Did Dumbledore Drink Novels & Stories

"Jacob Malfoy, son of the late Kastro Malfoy and Sibby Malfoy, was caught in the act when he tried to poison Alpha Rhett Jackson with aconite." Dylan instantly became alert when he heard that. He looked at Jacob again, and something about the man struck a cord of recognition within him. "Wait," he ordered suddenly, stopping Kenzo halfway. He slowly rose to his feet, hands planted firmly on the table before him. Everyone else watched silently. "Is something wrong, Alpha Dylan?" Rhett asked beside him. "The aconite he was caught with," Dylan murmured. "What form was it?" Kenzo looked into parchment, then lifted his head. "Pills, Alpha."

Rey and I hurried inside, and what I witnessed twisted my soul brutally. Dad had turned pale and weak, sitting on the cold, hard floor in one corner. “Dad?” I called for him. He slowly looked up. His lips curved weakly. “You came…” “Yes, Dad!” I rushed to his side and took out the small vial of liquid. “Here, the anti-spell potion. Drink it, quick.” He nodded, and I helped him drink the potion. Certainly, it tasted ridiculously bad by his expression, but he didn't object and drank all of it.

He sniffed the cap of the bottle. "If you are suspicious, don't drink it. Just give it back. That water can make your cut tongue whole again,” Draco said with a sharp glance. "The water could be ... could it be ..." guessed Edmund. "Yes, please take a guess. Your guess may be right, Ed,” said Astrid, smiling. "Healing water from the power of the white dragon," guessed Edmund. Astrid nodded enthusiastically. Edmund gasped with amazement. "Is ... is Albus White still alive?" asked Edmund hopefully.

She bustled around, preparing the tea, I assumed. I sat at the small wooden table, watching Nyla creep toward a woven basket overflowing with bottles and strange objects. The key had to be in there somewhere. "The... the road was long," I managed, trying to deepen my voice. "Oh, but you're here now. That's all that matters." She set a steaming cup in front of me, and the sweet smell got stronger. "Drink up. It will help with your tiredness." I lifted the cup but didn't drink. Something about this felt wrong. Well, more wrong than pretending to be a dead man to trick a crazy mage.

I turned and gave her a small smile, “If you could escort Adley to my suite, I’d appreciate it. She’s welcome to stay as long as she wants.” I was forced to wait with held breath as Dain finished what he was doing. He gave the small bottle a quick shake, sending the swirling liquid from an inky black to a bright shade of crimson. He approached and stopped just a few short feet away, always hovering over me. “Drink this. It’ll give you your identity back.” He said, “The only way to remove its effects, other than drinking a reversal potion, is death. There’s also no way to see through the magic’s disguise.”

He also did other things I wasn't aware of because he always roamed about on his own and Leader Atrix found out about it, it seems. I sat cross legged, inhaled and exhaled trying to calm my anger. “Mummy please, forgive me..” ”I didn't mean to..” I was fumming. “Shut it,” i opened my eyes and stretched my hand towards Draco. A small bottle appeared and Draco took it from my hand hesitatedly. I always brewed my own wine, with a lot of daisy roots for Draco to drink. It wasn't that good but at least, it was effective enough to keep Draco powers in check for a few hours.

At the end of the night, all the mates would gather and dance together for one last dance. “Black Dragon,” Glinda took Odessa’s seat. My claws extended, upset that her smell would now fade faster with the witch’s scent on top of her. “I’ll be fast,” sensing my frustration. “Drink this.” The cup was full of a tea like substance, thick with cream inside. Sniffing, I smelled no poison to harm me, and I drank it down in one go.

And the temple became a kind of laboratory for alchemists. Even Hayden also gave humans as guinea pigs for the alchemists. Until finally, created a shape-shifting potion, which he named polyjuice. But the potion cannot be used on just anyone as they started to melt, or died suddenly. The only one who managed to drink the potion and stay alive was Dylan.

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.

It was the safest revenge she could think of. They found out that Aaron and DJ had gotten into the Alphas stash of werewolf liquor. It was a special liquor that was spelled by witches to make it more potent. Paisley and Craig showed up an hour later. The kids were already playing outside, while the adults were still trying to get Aaron and DJ back to fully human. Paisley brought a special potion to put in the boys coffee. It fixed them right up and everyone went outside after the dishes had been washed and the leftover food put away.