Why Did Dumbledore Have To Drink The Potion Novels & Stories

I was about to argue when he handed me a bottle of potion, “My father made that. He said to drink it when you have injuries,” I looked at him and found blood in the white clothes that he wear, “Then you should drink that,” I told him. It’s not like my injuries are bad. My arm isn’t all healed up but I can still move it around. He glared at me, opened the bottle, and forced me to drink it! What the hell! “Puhahh! What the hell is wrong with you!? Why did you make me drink that!?” “Because you are important to my mother,”

Every time I attempted to approach her, she would execute a swift u-turn or maintain a distance of no less than ten steps. I wanted to ask what happened. I needed to ask why she was acting like this. Then, I remembered what she witnessed–the blood, the threats and that rainy day. She was deserving of an explanation, or at the very least, a chance to question me. However, I might mess everything up if she asks the questions she wasn't supposed to ask. “A curse, your highness. The water she drank was cursed.” I got my shits together when Ryle came to my office with the bottle in his hand and a little note from the wizard.

“When Amoux attacked the pack, I was with my parents, and they gave me the potion that I needed. I threw it away, and I reasoned that you didn't take the juice or meal. That's why I'm unsuccessful.” “They doubted me, and I learned they commanded someone here. So, I did everything to know who it was. That's why I wasn't always around. I found out that it isn't only Hannah that they choose. So, I did something terrible; I asked someone to give me a potion with the same effect as that disease. Though, this potion isn't permanent. It will give me time to tell you everything.” “Who gave you that potion?” Adam asked.

So long that dust had thickly coated it but somehow, it still seemed to be boiling. Picking it up, I approached the doctor and asked him about it. His eyes widened, confirming my suspicion that it was indeed strange. "Where did you find that? I thought I had disposed of it. That is an extract of Voldemort root. It is a poison that kills a human within an hour so, I would advise that you return it. I wouldn't want to be the reason why your master loses a maid." I smiled faintly as I returned to the stall. By the time I returned, the doctor had finished packing and handed the basket to me.

" W-we already told her that once w-we get a s-soul twin, we'll be able to m-make the potion" Draco's eyes glinted coldly and the scientist realized he had said the wrong thing, these people didn't look like the eldest master's men at all. " So you've been making potions uh?" The physicians dropped to the ground with a thud. " S-spare us, w-we were all k-kidnapped by the eldest master, he w-wouldn't let us go if w-we didn't make a p-potion that could make him a soul shifter, w-we didn't hurt those children intentionally"

I had never thought I would see him so scared, so afraid of something in my life. But I was witnessing it, and I didn't want it to stop. “Get me a spoon, somebody. We have to stop him from gritting his teeth to death. Please, help me.” His voice was something in between a plea and an order. And with superhuman speed, I was in the kitchen, retrieving a metal spoon. I was basically mocking them. I knew he wasn't going to survive. Not even the strongest wolf could survive such a potion. It was a potion made with sweat, with hate, with revenge. It was a potion that was meant to kill and destroy. There was no going back now, it was going to achieve the purpose for which it was created.

Cam snorts out a laugh. “That’s fair. Well it’s an easy enough spell to break. I made the magic dissolvable and of course I used something I had handy as the trigger. So all you need to do is tip a little whiskey over it.” She explains. Well of course.Why wouldn’t the bartending Witch make spells that can only be broken with alcohol? I thank her and say my goodbyes while Bellamy heads to the kitchen to grab a bottle of whiskey he must have kept in one of the higher cupboards. I’ve already looked in all the ones I can reach while attempting to cool so I know they weren’t full of booze. He returns and I take the bottle and carefully tip a capful of whiskey over Harry’s hand. We all stare, wait

But Jason's childhood friend, Lilian Foster, traded her own tongue to a black-market witch for the antidote. The moment the truth was exposed, the love in Jason's eyes turned into a hatred that pierced through the bone. He sold me to the black market as a live test subject for experiments and forced me to drink a Corrosive Spellvial. My insides rotted away, and I died from sheer pain. Now, I had regressed in time, once again holding that same bottle of Love Potion. This time, I didn't hesitate. I drank it all in one swift movement.

“Because of this stupid mission, I nearly lost you. Lost myself.” “Oh,” said Lily, feeling better at his explanation. “But there is also more as well, I’m afraid.” “Oh, what is it?” asked Lily, wanting to know what is so heavily burdening him. “The person who brew the potion was the one who released the Mystical Dragon.” “What!” asked Lily, in shock. “No way!” “Yes,” nodded Solomon. “But how? How did you know?” “I followed the bread crumbles that was left behind the people who sold her the forbidden spell.”

"Why do you think that I will make you drink this potion?" "That …" "Ah," the man finally gave a small nod. "I didn't tell you clearly again, did I?" "That is not …" Alec uncorked the bottle. Their eyes widened, looking at Alec in disbelief when they found that the potion was apparently meant for one of Schneider's troops who had spat in their faces earlier.