Chapter 900： ? The kind of salute in the New Year

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

"Professor, professor?" Harry asked worriedly when he saw Dumbledore laying down the empty shell. He saw that Dumbledore seemed to start to lose his power, and hurried over to support Dumbledore.

Dumbledore closed his eyes and tried to raise his arm silently to drink three glasses. As more and more potions were poured into his throat by Dumbledore, this sense of power gradually spread. After a moment of indulgence, Dumbledore Lido could not control his body as if it were struck by lightning. The whole person fell to the ground, and the whole body seemed to be completely weak.

The shell spoon dropped to the side, and he lay half on the ground with his eyes closed, seemingly completely unable to climb again.

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

Dumbledore's dry hand moved and pointed to the crystal stone basin. Harry picked up the spoon of the shell dropped on the ground, scooped a spoonful of potion at the stone basin, and fed it to Dumbledore.

"Drink again," while Harry was feeding him, Dumbledore's complexion changed, and he began to shake his head in refusal as if he felt something.

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

Dumbledore waved his hands weakly, steadily shaking his head and refusing to drink the potions again. His hand grabbed Harry's arm, as if to explain something, and seemed to be pushing Harry back. Harry found that he had no strength. The legs seemed tightly clamped.

Seeing Dumbledore with twitching legs and tight legs, Harry was saddened with a tormented heart, but because of Dumbledore's explanation, he had to stuff the shell into Dumbledore's mouth and pour it in, Dumbledore Lido drank the potion left in the shell, and the old cheeks were wrinkled.

But despite shaking, Harry's hand still fed the potion firmly into Dumbledore's mouth. "Drink it and you can stop."

Dumbledore swallowed the last drop of potion in the shell and grunted gaspingly.

"Sorry Professor." Harry scooped up a spoon again, and his heart was suffering. He felt like he was bullying an old man. "Hold on to the professor only half!"

Hearing the other half, this failed to comfort Dumbledore. He burst out his strength and pushed it with his hand again. His facial features were all crumpled together. He felt a gurgling noise inside his stomach, Deng As soon as Bledo fell, the effect of the drug became effective and he realized that the situation was wrong. According to his knowledge of Tom, this poison could never be caused by him.

However, Dumbledore opened his mouth in pain, unable to make a sound under the effect of the potion's unloading force, and just suppressing a forbearance of turbidity, he rushed from his gradually uncontrolled sphincter along his bowel When he came out, a series of salutes like the New Year's sound sounded in this quiet space.

"Poo Poo Poo", the sewer-like smell mixed with sweet almond fragrance gradually diffused in the air.

The taste seemed familiar, and the plate of almond cookies in Dumbledore's office flashed through Harry's mind. He closed his mouth tightly and his face turned blue. The Lord Voldemort's trap was as serious as he expected. No match, but thinking of the promise just made and the previous burnout on the Slughorn incident, Harry held his breath and held back his discomfort, trying to control his trembling hand, and approached Dumbledore again.

Looking at the crooked side, with a blue face, and stiff Dumbledore, Harry was a little choked. Dumbledore was greater than people thought. In order to defeat Voldemort, his sacrifice was too great-Harry had already Realized that the fart that Dumbledore put just now was not just a fart.

"Harry, stop ... it's not ... um!" After a long day of pondering, Dumbledore finally succeeded in speaking, but Harry thought he would refuse and earnestly implement the potion Harry had in hand before Dumbledore's request. Taking advantage of the moment he opened his mouth, he poured it in, and Dumbledore's words were suffocated back again.

Dumbledore was shaking from head to toe, Harry turned back unbearably, he returned to the crystal basin again, and the crystal basin was half empty.

Harry's hands shaking with tears were so strong that he could hardly afford the potion. He bit his lip and tried to scoop a spoonful of potion again.

"There is another professor, just one, I promise." Harry's voice became thick and dumb, and Dumbledore seemed to understand that Harry was coaxing him, shaking his head desperately, "I promise you what I will do, I will do . "

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

"I promise ..." Harry did not care about the stinky fart and the feeling of tumbling in his stomach, and prayed desperately, "Please, drink this, and it will be fine soon."

Harry's gaze glanced at Dumbledore's purple robe and the yellow-brown paste overflowing in the trousers. Voldemort's potion also caused diarrhea, but now it was not when Dumbledore was completely cleared. Harry leaned over. One hand lifted Dumbledore, and the other hand holding the potion reached Dumbledore's mouth.

"Hah ... Um! Um!" Dumbledore endured the pain, and then made a sound with enthusiasm. The trembling old voice was very anxious, but this time Harry was more skilled and quickly taking the medicine while he spoke. Went in.

"Professor, drink it, finish it, and it's almost over." Harry waited for Dumbledore to react, jumped up, and rushed to the crystal basin again, he wanted to end it as soon as possible.

Dumbledore closed his eyes in despair, collapsed to the ground, shaking from head to toe, his trembling hands could not hold the wand anymore, and the wand slipped from his palm and rolled to the side.

Harry scooped up a full glass, "Professor, the last one is over, as long as it is finished, everything is over."

Dumbledore's closed eyelids were shaking, and Harry looked at the last glass of potion in his hand and squatted to the ground, not paying attention to the dirt that was excreted by the other party, clenching his teeth, and putting Dumbledore's body on his leg Go up, and then forcibly grasp the opponent's jaw with his hand, pry open the teeth, and force the last glass of potion into it.

"Puff" burst out louder, puff puff puff puff puff puff puff ... A continuous exhaust sound accompanied by a stench smell, almost smoked Harry up, a pool of brown loose stools, mixed Some particulate matter such as food residues that have not been digested overflowed and overflowed on the ground.

After knowing that he was going out, Dumbledore filled the belly with a lot of snacks in the principal's room-almond cookies that hadn't come to digest quickly came out.

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, this smell and visual impact made Ha Lee's face was blue, his throat was hairy, and his stomach was tumbling. He couldn't help but lean down and vomited uncontrollably.

Previously at Hagrid, Harry had eaten a lot of lamb. The original enjoyment has now turned into a double pain. The lamb that was previously eaten in his belly is now spit out of his brain, and his throat feels spicy. He His head was sweating.

Finally, Harry stood up and raised his hand to wipe the residue on the side of his mouth. The air here was even more unpleasant, and Dumbledore on the ground was in disgrace, but the event finally ended, and Harry looked up at the otherwise clear lake. A small area was stained. He raised his wand and wanted to "clean up" for his principal.

But suddenly, Harry's eyes widened, and two people dressed as Death Eaters rushed in from the entrance on a flying broom and moved towards them quickly.

The two Death Eaters have exactly the same shape, very burly and strong.

In an emergency, Harry ignored the dirt on the ground and hurriedly crossed Dumbledore, holding his wand in front of him.

After all, Harry ’s strange thing caught Dumbledore ’s attention, but at this time, under the powerful laxative of the Weasley twins, he continued to excrete uncontrollably under his body. He tried to support it with his elbow. To reach the wand he rolled to the side, but because the potion had no strength and was pulling out, Dumbledore could not control his trembling body and could only struggle helplessly on the ground.

"The world's greatest white wizard is now the world's greatest brown wizard?" Looking at the scene in front of him, the Death Eater on the left humorously ridiculed, and then swooped down.

Harry, who had been training in ancient magic lessons for a long time, immediately raised his wand. The crackling lightning bolts converged at the port of his wand. He wanted to use the attack methods learned in ancient magic lessons to repel people in the future.

But the other party relaxedly used a magic wand that looked a bit like a branch ~ www.novelhall.com ~ easily and accurately used the shield made of an iron armor to lift the lightning from Harry, and backhanded a petrified spell. In the middle of Harry, Harry's legs fell straight into the dirt on the ground as soon as he tightened his legs.

The other Death Eater circulated in the sky on a broom, and the Death Eater who just made a noise was used to clean the ground and fell to the ground. Then he picked up the ground with his gloves. The wand was tucked back into Dumbledore's hands.

Seemingly aware of what the other party wanted to do, Dumbledore narrowed his eyes with difficulty, his trembling hand raised, and wanted to resist, but his spell was not cast, and the other party's "except your weapon" was the first to hit. After him, Dumbledore's wand flew away from his hand again, swirling toward the curse Death Eater.

"Fortunately, if your master said you would kill you with your own hands ..." After taking the wand, the Death Eater said to Dumbledore indifferently, "But I took this wand as a combat spoil. Planting in the Albanian forest to avenge me! "

When he was finished, he rode on the flying broom again, joined with the Death Eater circling in the sky, and flew out of the cave.

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