What Potion Did Dumbledore Drink Novels & Stories

Today, she was going to take matters into her own hands and ensure that Andrew would be hers, no matter the cost. Elvie knew that Andrew had a weakness for chocolate cake and matcha coffee, so she decided to make her move at a local café. She ordered a slice of chocolate cake and a cup of matcha coffee, making sure to discreetly add the potion to both. As the liquid potion blended into the coffee, it took on a faint greenish hue, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

It wasn't out of fear, but gratitude. Alexa glanced at me with hatred in her eyes. "Even your tears can't save you now. Why hasn't he come to find you yet? He has left you already." She laughed. I wished Aiden heard everything that she said. The queen mother was already preparing her potions, murmuring incantations under her breath. She fetched some of it into a calabash and handed it to me. "Drink!" She commanded. She had mixed my blood in it. The liquid looked disgusting, and had a putrid smell.

BE CAREFUL OF THOSE CLOSEST THEY ARE NOT AS LOYAL AS YOU THINK. I shudder as I hear their cold whispers, a chill runs down my spine. I hear my sister come in and her aura has changed; her wolf has surfaced. I smile at this because it seems like my sister is about to have a lot to deal with. “Deni, why are you drinking that?” Bellatrix asks as she spots the potion that is stirring itself in my hand. I looked down at the dark purple potion and realised I had totally forgotten about it. It’s a potion to quieten the spirits or for any other wolf it would knock them out.

"Maybe you weren't worried they could hurt me, but let's just say they were out of my league." "Yeah, well," I mumbled, scooting closer to him on the couch. "Doesn't mean I can't be a little freaked out, right?" Curiosity bubbled up inside me. "Speaking of that," I began, gesturing towards the bubbling concoction. "What exactly is in that potion,” He gave the potion a thoughtful stir. "Secret ingredients," he said with a wink. "Just a little something to help you recover from that fainting spell. Turns out, watching someone die can be a pretty shocking experience for you,”

Finally out of daze, I asked, “Will you be able to help? He is already in great suffering and he won’t do the other solution even if it kills him.” Lucas waved his hand. “Oh, no worries. It's an easy one. Actually, you’re in luck. You won’t even need to wait for me to make one. I still have a contrasting potion for Amare left in my cabinet. As sad as it is, Amare potion is quite popular in the Wizard industry and commonly causes chaos.” “Oh, thank you. Really, I wouldn’t have known what else to do.” Lucas stood and walked to the end of the cabin. He stopped in front of the wall with lock runes engraved on it and touched it with his palm.

I fill each vial with the finished clear potion and place them in a holding container. I returned all the ingredients back to their places and rinsed out the cauldron before putting that where it belonged as well. I then grabbed a fresh bunch of my Grandmother's Jasmine and took everything into the castle and up to what is now my chambers, placing the holding container in the bedside drawer and the bunch of Jasmine on the top. That night I took one of the vials, drank it and recited the dream joining spell, “Magick, black and white Magick of the elements

He clearly thrived on chaos. Azrael had been sipping a goblet full of elixir for the better half of an hour. The magic-infused drink had been created by Hemlock, the god of poison, centuries ago. As suspicious as that was, I’d been tempted to take a sip after learning the effects were similar to alcohol, only tenfold. In the end, I refused. I didn’t trust the stuff, and I needed to keep my wits about me when I confronted Orion. Speaking of the pale-haired devil…

"Any specifics I should mention to the maids? Or you're good with just about anything?" The wizard was already raising himself from the chair. "A hot bowl of lamb broth will be fine." Kayden replied. "I need something strong to drink. Maybe whiskey." "Add bread to the lamb broth for me. The drink is fine by me as well." The lycan king put in. "Are you sure you're supposed to be drinking something that strong?" the wizard made his obvious emphasis on 'that'.

The bottle contained a thick, black liquid. Ava picked up the bottle and sniffed its contents. It was a soul-killing liquid she had prescribed for Alpha Trevor, Thiery's father, to punish rebels in the West Asia region during his reign. She created the potion based on ancient recipes from previous wizards, and she made a large batch whenever Alpha Trevor requested it. She remembered that Alpha Trevor had hundreds of bottles of the potion stored in his cellar at the time, just in case of emergency. The liquid would kill anyone who drank it in just 30 seconds, painlessly.

” I cursed as I drank directly from the bottle, I gulped it all as my eyes became red, like a bloodshot. I walked down from the mini parlor back to my swivel chair as I crashed down on it, completely frustrated. What if he asks for any price to get back to his love?? What then becomes of me when he takes her away?? Will I truly die a painful death?? Hell no, that can’t be and will never be. I groaned as I looked at Dumbledore who was still resting at the cabinet, looking all the wines I had there.