Chapter 900 ? The New Year's Salute

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

"Professor, professor?" Harry asked worriedly when he saw Dumbledore put down the empty shell. Seeing that Dumbledore seemed to be losing strength, he hurried over to support Dumbledore.

Dumbledore closed his eyes, raised his arms and drank three cups silently. As more and more potions were poured down Dumbledore's throat, the feeling of powerlessness gradually spread. After holding back for a while, Dumbledore Lido could not control his body as if struck by lightning, and he fell to the ground, limp as if he had no strength at all.

The shell spoon fell to the side, and he half-lyed on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he had no strength to get up again.

"Can the professor hear you, professor?" Harry asked eagerly.

Dumbledore moved his dry hand and pointed to the crystal stone basin. Harry picked up the shell spoon that had fallen on the ground, scooped a spoonful of potion from the stone basin, and fed it to Dumbledore.

"Drink again," while Harry was feeding him, Dumbledore's face changed, and he shook his head vigorously as if he had noticed something.

Harry's throat tightened, "Professor, you have to keep drinking, remember what you said?"

Dumbledore waved his hands weakly, shaking his head and refusing to drink any more potions. His hand grabbed Harry's arm, as if trying to explain something, but also seemed to be pushing Harry away. The legs seemed to be clamped tightly together.

Seeing Dumbledore twitching and his legs tensed, Harry was sad and tormented, but because of Dumbledore's explanation, he had to force the shell into Dumbledore's mouth and pour it in, Dumbledore Lido drank the remaining potion in the shell, his old cheeks wrinkled.

But even though Harry's hands were trembling, he still firmly fed the potion into Dumbledore's mouth, "You can stop after drinking it all."

Dumbledore gulped down the last drop of the potion in the shell, panting heavily.

"Sorry Professor." Harry scooped up a spoonful again, feeling more and more tormented inside. He felt like he was bullying an old man, "It's only half the way to hold on, Professor!"

Hearing half of it, this failed to comfort Dumbledore, he broke out again and pushed him with his hands. His facial features were all wrinkled together, and he felt a gurgling sound in his stomach. As soon as Bullido fell down, he realized that something was wrong after the effect of the medicine took effect. According to his knowledge of Tom, this poison could never be made by him to have this effect.

But Dumbledore opened his mouth in pain, unable to make a sound under the effect of the potion's unloading force, and the stale air that had been suppressed just now surged along his intestines from the gradually uncontrolled sphincter Come out, and then a series of salutes sounded like the New Year's salute in this silent space.

"Puff puff puff" mixed with the sweet aroma of almonds, the sewer-like stench gradually permeated the air.

The smell was familiar, the plate of macaroons in Dumbledore's office flashed in Harry's mind, he shut his mouth tightly, his face turned blue, this Voldemort's trap and the various situations he expected were serious It didn't match, but thinking of the promise just now and the previous burnout about the Slughorn incident, Harry held his breath, suppressed the discomfort, tried hard to control his trembling hands, and approached Dumbledore again.

Looking at Dumbledore, who was tilted to one side, livid and stiff, Harry choked up a little.

Dumbledore was greater than people imagined, and the sacrifice he had made to defeat Voldemort was too great-Harry had realized that Dumbledore's fart just now was more than just a fart.

"Harry, stop... this isn't... um!" After deliberating for a long time, Dumbledore finally managed to speak, but Harry thought he was going to refuse, and carefully carried out the potion that Dumbledore had asked before. Taking advantage of the moment he opened his mouth, he poured it in all at once, and Dumbledore's words were held back again.

Dumbledore was shaking from head to toe, and Harry couldn't bear to turn around. He returned to the crystal stone basin again, which was more than half empty.

Harry, who was beginning to cry, his hands shaking so much that he could barely scoop the potion, bit his lip and tried to scoop up another spoonful of potion.

"One more professor, just one, I promise." Harry's voice became rough and hoarse, Dumbledore seemed to understand that Harry was coaxing him, and shook his head desperately, "I promise I will do whatever you ask me to do." .”

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

"I promise..." Harry begged desperately, ignoring the stinky farts and the churning in his stomach, "Please, drink this, and you'll be fine soon."

Harry glanced at the yellow-brown paste spilling from Dumbledore's purple robe and trousers. Voldemort's potion can also cause diarrhea, but now is not the time to completely clean it up for Dumbledore. Harry bent down, One hand supported Dumbledore, and the other hand holding the potion reached out to Dumbledore's mouth.

"Ha...uh! Uh!" Dumbledore endured the pain and struggled to make a sound. The trembling old voice was very anxious, but this time Harry was more skillful and quick to take advantage of the moment when he opened his mouth to pour the medicine. went in.

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

Dumbledore closed his eyes in despair, and collapsed on the ground, shaking from head to toe, his trembling hands could no longer hold the wand tightly, and the wand slipped from his palm and rolled to the side with a rumble.

Harry scooped up a full glass, "Professor, it's the last glass, as long as you drink it, everything will be over."

Dumbledore's closed eyelids were trembling. Harry looked at the last cup of potion in his hand, squatted down on the ground, ignoring the filth excreted by the other party, gritted his teeth, and lifted Dumbledore's body to his own legs Then, he pinched the opponent's jaw forcibly with his hands, pried open his teeth, and forcibly poured the last cup of potion into it.

"Puff" burst out louder, pip puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff... A continuous exhaust sound accompanied by foul smell nearly knocked Harry over, a pool of brown loose stools mixed with With undigested food residues and other particles overflowing, they kept overflowing and flowing on the ground.

After Dumbledore knew that he was going to go out, he filled his stomach with a lot of snacks in the principal's office-the almond cookies that hadn't been digested in a hurry came out again.

When Harry saw this scene, the scene he saw when he found Ron and Draco Malfoy in the Forbidden Forest appeared in his mind. Even if he held his breath, the smell and visual impact made Harry Li's face was blue, his throat was hairy, his stomach was churning, and he couldn't help but bend over and vomit uncontrollably.

Before at Hagrid's place, Harry ate a lot of mutton, and the enjoyment at the beginning has now become double the pain. Now he spits out the mutton that he ate before, and his throat feels hot and raw. Sweat was pouring out of my forehead.

Finally Harry stood up, raised his hand to wipe the residue around his mouth, the air here smelled even worse, and Dumbledore's mess on the ground was horrible, but the matter was finally over, Harry raised his head to look at the clear lake water A small area was stained, and he raised his wand, intending to cast "clean up" on his headmaster.

But suddenly, Harry's eyes widened, and two people dressed as Death Eaters rushed in from the entrance on broomsticks and quickly approached them.

The two Death Eaters were exactly the same size, very tall and strong.

The situation was urgent, and Harry ignored the filth on the ground, and hurried past Dumbledore, holding his wand in front of him.

Finally, Harry's abnormality attracted the attention of Dumbledore, who had already lost his dignity, but at this time, under the action of the Weasley twins' powerful laxatives, his lower body was still uncontrollably excreting, and he tried to support himself with his elbows, He went to reach for his wand, which had rolled to the side, but Dumbledore, who had already lost strength from the potion and began to collapse, couldn't control his trembling body, so he could only struggle helplessly on the ground.

"The world's greatest white wizard is now the world's greatest brown wizard?" Seeing the scene in front of him, the Death Eater on the left teased in a low voice, and then swooped down.

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

But the opponent easily used a wand that looked a bit like a branch, and easily and accurately used the shield made by the Iron Armor Curse to flick away Harry's lightning, and counterattacked with a petrification curse, hitting Harry, Harry As soon as his legs tightened, he fell straight into the filth on the ground.

The other Death Eater was riding a broom and hovering in the sky, and the Death Eater who just made a sound was a little disgusted and used Cleanup on the ground and fell on the ground, and then he picked up the ground with gloves on. Wand, stuffed back into Dumbledore's hand.

Dumbledore, who seemed to be aware of what the other party wanted to do, narrowed his eyes with difficulty, raised his trembling hand, and wanted to resist, but before his spell was cast, the other party's "Expelling Weapon" hit him first After him, Dumbledore's wand flew out of his hand again, spinning towards the cursed Death Eater.

"Fortunately, if the master hadn't said that he would kill you with his own hands..." After taking away the wand, the Death Eater said to Dumbledore indifferently, "But I will take this wand as a trophy. Seek revenge on me in the Albanian forest!"

After speaking, he rode on the broom again, joined the Death Eater hovering in the sky, and flew out of the cave.