Harry clutched the edge of the stone basin tightly with both hands, watching in horror as Dumbledore drank it with his eyes closed, and when he opened it, Dumbledore's body began to shake involuntarily.

"Professor, Professor?" Harry asked worriedly as he saw Dumbledore put down the empty shell. He saw that Dumbledore seemed to be starting to lose his strength, and hurriedly walked over to help Dumbledore.

Dumbledore closed his eyes, and reluctantly raised his arms and drank three glasses silently, as more and more potions were poured into Dumbledore's throat, this sense of detachment gradually spread, and after enduring it for a while, Dumbledore seemed to be struck by lightning and found it difficult to control his body, and the whole person fell to the ground, and his whole body seemed to be completely weak.

The shell spoon fell to the side, and he lay half-on the ground with his eyes closed, seemingly completely unable to get up again.

"Can the professor hear me, Professor?" asked Harry eagerly.

Dumbledore's dry hand moved and pointed to the crystal basin, where Harry picked up the shell spoon that had fallen to the ground, scooped a spoonful of potion into the basin, and fed it to Dumbledore.

"Drink again," Dumbledore changed as Harry fed him, and he began to shake his head as if he sensed something.

Harry's throat tightened, "Professor, you have to keep drinking, remember your own words?"

Dumbledore waved his hand weakly, shaking his head and refusing to drink the potions again, his hand grasping Harry's arm, as if to explain something, and as if pushing Harry, Harry found that his legs, which had been weak, seemed to be clamped tightly.

Seeing Dumbledore with twitching legs all over his body, Harry was full of sadness and inner torment, but because of Dumbledore's explanation, he had to stuff the shell into Dumbledore's mouth and pour it in, Dumbledore drank the remaining potion in the shell, and his old cheeks wrinkled.

But Harry's hands, trembling, still fed the potion firmly into Dumbledore's mouth, "Drink it all and stop." ”

Dumbledore gulped down the last drop of potion from the shell, snorting and panting.

"I'm sorry Professor. Harry scooped up a spoonful again, his heart getting more and more tormented, he felt like he was bullying an old man, "Hold on to the professor only half the time!"

Hearing that there was still half of it, this did not comfort Dumbledore, he burst out again and pushed with his hand, his facial features were all wrinkled together, he felt a gurgling sound in his stomach, Dumbledore had just fallen down and realized that something was wrong, based on what he knew about Tom, this poison would never be able for him to make this effect.

But Dumbledore opened his mouth in pain, unable to make a sound under the effect of the potion discharge, and the turbid breath that had been suppressing forbearance just now rushed down his intestines from the gradually uncontrolled sphincter, and then a series of salutes like New Year's salutes rang out in the silent space.

The stench of "puff puff" mixed with the sweet smell of almonds gradually fills the air.

The taste was familiar, the plate of marzipans in Dumbledore's office flashed through Harry's mind, he closed his mouth tightly, his face turned blue, this Voldemort's trap was seriously different from what he expected, but thinking of the promise just now and the previous fatigue from the Slughorn incident, Harry held his breath, held back the discomfort, tried to control his trembling hands, and approached Dumbledore again.

Looking at Dumbledore, who was crooked to the side, his face was blue and stiff, Harry choked up a little, Dumbledore was even greater than people thought, and the sacrifice he made in order to defeat Voldemort was too great - Harry had realized that Dumbledore's fart just now was more than just a fart.

"Harry, stop... It's not... Hmm!" After brewing for a long time, Dumbledore finally succeeded in speaking, but Harry thought he was going to refuse, and conscientiously carried out the previous request of Dumbledore, Harry poured the potion in his hand at the moment when he opened his mouth, and Dumbledore's words were held back again.

Dumbledore shook from head to toe, and Harry couldn't bear to turn around, and he returned to the crystal basin, which was already more than half empty.

Harry's hands were shaking so hard that he could barely scoop up the potion as he bit his lip and struggled to scoop up a spoonful of potion again.

"And one more mouthful, just a mouthful, I promise. Harry's voice became thick and hoarse, and Dumbledore seemed to understand that Harry was coaxing him, and shook his head desperately, "I promise I will do whatever you tell me to do." ”

Dumbledore, who had never been so embarrassed, kept his mouth shut, resisting Harry's approach.

"I promise...... Harry pleaded desperately, ignoring the pervasive farts and the churning in his stomach, "Please, drink this, and soon be fine." ”

Harry's gaze swept over Dumbledore's purple robes and the yellow-brown paste that had spilled out of his trousers, Voldemort's potions also caused diarrhea, but now was not the time to completely clean up Dumbledore, Harry leaned down, picked up Dumbledore with one hand, and reached Dumbledore's mouth with the other hand holding the potion.

"Huh... Hmm!hmm!" Dumbledore endured the pain, and it took a lot of effort to make a sound, and the trembling old voice was very anxious, but this time Harry was more skillful and quickly poured the medicine into it the moment he spoke.

"Professor, drink it, drink it up, it's almost over. Without waiting for Dumbledore to react, Harry jumped up and rushed to the crystal basin again, he wanted to end it as soon as possible.

Dumbledore closed his eyes in despair and collapsed to the ground, shaking from head to toe, his trembling hands unable to grip his wand any longer, and the wand grunted and rolled off his palm to the side.

Harry scooped a full glass, "Professor, it's the last cup, just drink it and it's over." ”

Dumbledore's closed eyelids were shaking, Harry looked at the last cup of potion in his hand, squatted on the ground, didn't care about the dirt excreted by the other party, gritted his teeth, propped up Dumbledore's body and put it on his lap, and then forcibly pinched the other party's jaw with his hand, pried open his teeth, and forcibly poured the last cup of potion into it.

A louder "poof" erupted, popping puff...... A continuous exhaust sound accompanied by a foul smell almost smoked Harry, and a puddle of brownish-yellow loose stools, mixed with undigested food scraps and other particulate matter, overflowed on the ground.

Dumbledore, knowing that he was going out, filled his stomach with a lot of snacks in the headmaster's office - the marzipan that had not yet had time to digest came out again.

When Harry saw this scene, his mind remembered what he had seen when he first found Ron and Draco Malfoy in the Forbidden Forest, and even though he held his breath, the stench and visual impact made Harry's face blue, his throat hairy, and his stomach churned, and he couldn't help but lean down and vomit uncontrollably.

Harry had eaten a lot of mutton at Hagrid's before, and the original enjoyment had now turned into double the pain, and the mutton he had eaten before in his stomach was now spit out by him, and his throat was spicy and his head was sweating.

Finally Harry stood up and raised his hand to wipe the residue from the side of his mouth, the air here was even more foul, and Dumbledore was a terrible mess on the ground, but it was finally over, Harry looked up and saw that a small area of the lake was still clear and stained, and he raised his wand to give his headmaster a "clean up".

But suddenly, Harry's eyes widened as two men dressed as Death Eaters scurried in through the entrance on broomsticks, quickly closing in on them.

The two Death Eaters were identical, burly and strong.

The situation was urgent, and Harry didn't care about the filth on the ground, so he hurriedly crossed over to Dumbledore and held his wand in front of him.

Finally, Harry's strange appearance attracted the attention of Dumbledore, who was already a little lost, but at this time, under the effect of the Weasley twins' powerful laxatives, he still couldn't control the continuous excretion under him, he tried to use his elbow to prop up, to reach the wand that he rolled to the side, but Dumbledore, who had already lost his strength and began to collapse, had no way to control his constantly trembling body, and could only struggle helplessly on the ground.

"The greatest white wizard in the world is now the greatest brown wizard in the world?" the Death Eater urn on the left teased as he sneered as he swooped down.

Harry, who had been training for a long time in ancient magic class, immediately raised his wand, and small crackling lightning bolts converged in the port of his wand, and he wanted to use the attack he had learned in ancient magic class to repel the man.

However, the other party easily used a wand that looked a little like a twig, and easily and accurately used the shield made by the iron armor charm to pick off Harry's lightning, and then backhanded back a petrification charm, which hit Harry, and Harry's legs tightened and fell straight to the ground.

The other Death Eater hovered in the sky on a broomstick, and the Death Eater who had just made the sound used a clean on the ground with some disgust and landed on the ground, and then he picked up the wand on the ground with his gloves on it and stuffed it back into Dumbledore's hand.

Dumbledore, who seemed to realize what the other party wanted to do, squinted his eyes with great difficulty, raised his trembling hand, and wanted to resist, but before his spell could be cast, the opponent's "Except You Weapon" hit him first, and Dumbledore's wand flew away from his hand again, and flew towards the Death Eater who cast the spell.

"If you're lucky, if it weren't for the fact that the master said he would kill you with his own hands..."After taking the wand, the Death Eater said to Dumbledore indifferently, "But I will take this wand as a trophy, and I will come to the Albanian forest to seek revenge on me!"

With that, he mounted his broomstick again, joined up with the Death Eater hovering in the sky, and flew out of the cave.