Why Did Dumbledore Have To Drink The Potion Novels & Stories

It's as if she knew it might come in need some day. "Drink this before you meet her!" She said, Her voice cracked as she spoke. Borham looked petrified seeing the potion in her hand. It was a purple liquid with a mixture of green tiny flakes. Something was definitely wrong. The look on Borham's face left me in doubt if I should really take the potion. Why did he look terrified? I asked myself. Well, now I know. Once I drank the potion, I felt it. The burning in my guts, my heart thumping rapidly, my eyes watering non stop. For a while, I looked like a corpse.

Stupid mutt. “Fine. If that’s the case, then you leave me with no choice.” I grab him by the snout. It looked like Al was going to bite me, but when our gazes met, he stops. That gives me the opportunity to open his mouth and pour the potion into his throat to make him drink. Al whines and moves back with a shake of his head. His tongue is lolling at his sides in disgust. Suddenly, he collapses and starts shivering.

“Have you really fallen for her now?” I was speechless. It was only Arthur who still had the energy to growl back at Samalah. “You have no right to say that to our mate!” “She is not your real mate! You are attracted to her by magic! How can you be this weak?!” Samalah walked into the edge of the river where Albus and I stood. She knelt by our side and examined our face closely. “Why didn’t you tell me you were this affected by the potion? I should have adjusted the concoction if I knew it was this potent…”

Her words stopped Harry's hand movement, then addressed her seriously. "If you don't understand it, it's very painful, and most people can't get over it." The potion that Dyan gave her was not a normal poison, if she didn't understand it well, she would not be able to stand it, leading to danger to her life. He cannot let this happen. As soon as he finished speaking, Harry resumed his hand movements.

Resignation. Acceptance. He knew. "No," I said, shaking my head. "No, that’s not possible. That—That doesn’t mean anything." Jude chuckled. "Doesn’t it?" "You don’t get to talk," I snapped at him. He just looked amused. I turned back to my mother. "What exactly did you do?" My voice shook. "What did he do to me?" She swallowed hard. "He gave me a potion," she said. "He told me to drink it, and that it would…change things. That it would make the impossible possible."

“I fully expect him to burst into flames mid dance and declare his undying love for me. I even brought a bottle of water, just in case.” Hermione laughed at my joke, but it was cold and hollow, like the kind of laughter villains have before spiking the hero's drink with cheap poison. She glared at me, but before she could let out anymore words, I walked past them. If I had stayed any longer, then I would have “accidentally” dropped a tinge of my latest potion that was bound to have her itching uncontrollably for the rest of the night.

I said, then Pi nodded and put another plate of meal on the table. “Why don’t you take a seat first and drink this,” I said, then I handed the small bottle of potion. It is to recover your body physically and of course, the power that you lost after using it. Pi got the potion from my hand, then he handed it over to Prince Jude who’s currently sitting on the opposite side, which is in front of me. Prince Jude drank the potion, then his body glowed. “Thank you for serving us our meal, Pi… you may go now,” I said.

- Let's go? - Yes, of course - I answer nervously to Dom It was already night and we were going to the middle of the forest, I was scared of what could happen. After walking for a while, we stopped. - It's good here - Dom says and turns to me with a bottle - Drink it, it's a potion to undo the spell - I took it and analyzed it, it was a gooey and shiny green liquid. - That seems to be horrible - I look suspicious and he laughs - I just drink and immediately my bones break?

I was about turning back when I saw the roof of the abandoned house, I'm not so sure if he will have a potion that won't hurt anyone but I wouldn't know if I don't try? I looked at the rusty doorbell button but decided against it, I doubt if it works. I knocked on the door, patiently waiting for his reply. He opened the door with a wide grin on his face. “Come in, dear.” He said and I walked in, padding softly on the shaggy rug. “I don't want to mince words. You know why I'm here…” I say, going straight to the point. “Yeah and about that. The spells have not been prepared because the one you asked for demands that your blood be used.” He says and my heart sinks.

So my hand smashed hard behind him again, twice, and three times in a row. Hagrid lay between my legs with his eyes closed. I wanted to push him away, but he was motionless like a stone.So I had to shrink my body back and let my legs leave his body. I opened all the cabinets of Aurora, one of which contained many jars, and my gaze focused on a red bottle and a yellow bottle.There is no doubt that they are what I am looking for. Because the red bottle says-poison, and the yellow bottle says-antidote.