Novel & Cerita Why Did Dumbledore Have To Drink The Potion

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.

As she received the message from Boston that Kelly and Summer had left the shopping mall and were now on their way back to the castle, she knew now it was the time to write her faith and destroy the mate bond of Kelly and Sebastian forever. She looked at the potion sitting on her dressing table and thought to herself that it was now or never. She picked it and with an evil smirk gracing her lips, she drank the whole potion in one go. She felt tingles in her body as they were described by Boston, it was working.

She starts. That surprises me but I keep my face neutral so that she’ll continue. “The night of your coronation I am to give you this potion.” She holds up a bottle of purple liquid. “You need to drink this, in the next fifteen minutes, or it will be too late.” I tilt my head in question. What is this? Does she really think that I am going to drink some random potion? No matter what, though, my interest is piqued. “What is it for? And, why did he summon you?”

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."

But she was no longer in this world. I hugged her little wolf pup plushie, burying my face deep into the soft fur—there was still a faint trace of her scent. After hanging up, I took out the severance potion I had prepared long ago. The deep purple liquid shimmered coldly under the moonlight, just like the dim glow of the cemetery that night. As I tilted my head back and drank it all, I thought I could hear the sound of a blood-bound contract breaking within me. From that moment on, I severed all ties—

they were still talking when someone called behind me. "I have the potion and I think it's ready for you all to use," she said, passing the potion to them. "This would help you get back to your senses," she passed it to them and one of them was the first to open it with pure curiosity. “I hope it won't end me," he said before drowning the whole thing inside.

He knelt back down in front of me. “What is that?” I asked, staring at the bottle. “A potion from the white wizards,” he replied, his tone lowering as if mentioning something precious. “A few weeks ago, they revealed the existence of this potion to me. You could say it’s their ancestral potion.” “They’re truly amazing,” I replied, drawing his gaze for a moment. Alpha King nodded in agreement. “Though their bodies are weak, they create miracles with their hands. This potion was specifically made to break silver bonds.”

I asked as I lowered myself onto the couch and set the bottle back on the table. Then I grabbed a sticky note and wrote a short message on it, just in case Ron ever needed a reminder of why his decision had been the right one. "Well, isn't the curse itself that a monster comes from the well and takes over whoever it wants?" Ron paused. "What are you doing?" Ron asked. He was in the middle of speaking when he noticed me sticking the note onto the bottle. He immediately snatched it away and read it for a few seconds before looking up at me in shock.

And each day, I drank with her, each day I smiled with her, and even on the days when I had lied about not being able to drink due to appetite issues, I realized that she didn't even think in the direction of having something negative inserted into her drink. She craved for more of it, asking if it was exhausted, and even offered money to refill the potion bottle if it ever was exhausted. Well, it wasn't going to finish at the end as Uncle Berth was the surest supplier of the potion. And when that particular potion was exhausted, I returned to the man who kept on giving me more for my new found friend. This time, he gave an instruction which was drastically different from that of the second

Leonard said with a smile that she gladly returned to him through her bloodshot eyes. “ Actually” She started. “ I'm just curious, what will happen if I don't drink this?” She released her grip on the cup and a loud shatter followed as the ceramic cup made its way to the floor suddenly. Everyone in the hall gasped audibly while Howard clutched his chest in pain. The pain of rejection coursed through him, he should have insisted she drank the potion first. What a stupid move on his end, he had underestimated the length she would go to be with her mate again.