All things are three at Hogwarts

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

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

Dumbledore closed his eyes, raised his arms and drank three glasses of wine silently. As more and more potions were poured into his throat, the feeling of weakness gradually spread. After enduring it for a while, Dumbledore felt Lido had difficulty controlling his body as if he had been struck by lightning. He fell to the ground, his whole body limp and seemingly without any strength at all.

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

"Can you hear me, Professor?" Harry asked eagerly.

Dumbledore moved his dry hand and pointed at the crystal basin. Harry picked up the shell spoon that fell on the ground, went to the stone basin, took a spoonful of potion, and fed it to Dumbledore.

"Drink more." When Harry was feeding him, Dumbledore's expression changed, and he began to shake his head in refusal as if he had noticed something.

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

Dumbledore waved his hands feebly, shaking his head repeatedly and refusing to drink those potions. His hand grabbed Harry's arm, as if he wanted to explain something, but also seemed to be pushing Harry away. Harry found that his two arms, which were originally weak, The legs seemed to be clamped tightly together.

Seeing Dumbledore's body twitching and his legs tense, Harry's face was full of sadness and his heart was tormented. However, because of Dumbledore's instructions, he had to force the shell to Dumbledore's mouth and drink it. 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 when you drink it all."

Dumbledore drank the last drop of the potion in the shell, breathing heavily.

"Sorry, Professor." Harry scooped up another spoonful, feeling increasingly tormented inside. He felt like he was bullying an old man, "Hang on, Professor, it's only half full!"

Dumbledore was half-hearing, but this failed to comfort Dumbledore. He once again burst out with strength and pushed with his hands. His facial features were all wrinkled together, and he felt a rumbling sound in his stomach. As soon as Blido fell down and the effect of the drug took effect, he realized that something was wrong. According to what he knew about Tom, this poison could never have such an effect on him.

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

"Puff puff puff" A sewer-like odor mixed with the sweet smell of almonds gradually filled 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 turned blue. This Voldemort trap was seriously different from the various situations he expected. It didn't match, but thinking of the promise he just made and his previous fatigue over 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 tilted to one side, with a pale face and stiff body, Harry choked up a little. Dumbledore was greater than people thought, and the sacrifice he made in order to defeat Voldemort was also too great. Harry had already realized that The fart Dumbledore just let out was more than just a fart.

"Harry, stop...this isn't...well!" After brewing for a long time, Dumbledore finally managed to speak. However, Harry thought he was going to refuse, and conscientiously carried out Dumbledore's previous request. Harry took the potion in his hand. The moment he opened his mouth, he poured it in, and Dumbledore's words were suppressed again.

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

Harry, who started to shed tears, was shaking so hard that he could hardly scoop up the potion. He 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, closed his mouth tightly and resisted Harry's approach.

"I promise..." Harry ignored the smell of farts and the turbulent feeling in his stomach and begged desperately, "Please, drink this, you will be fine soon."

Harry's eyes glanced at the yellowish-brown paste that overflowed on 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 leaned down and One hand helped Dumbledore up, and the other hand holding the potion reached towards Dumbledore's mouth.

"Ha...Uh! Uh!" Dumbledore endured the pain and tried his best to make a sound. The trembling old voice was very anxious, but this time Harry was more skillful and quickly poured the medicine into his mouth the moment he opened his mouth. Got in.

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

Harry scooped up a full cup and said, "Professor, this is the last cup. As long as you finish it, it will be over."

Dumbledore's closed eyelids were shaking. Harry looked at the last cup of potion in his hand, squatted on the ground, and ignored the filth that the other party excreted. He gritted his teeth, lifted Dumbledore's body and put it on his legs. Then he grabbed the opponent's lower jaw with his hands, pried open his teeth, and forced the last cup of potion in.

A louder "Puff" sound erupted, puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff... A continuous exhaust sound accompanied by a foul smell almost knocked Harry over. There was a pool of brownish-yellow loose stool, mixed with Some particles such as undigested food residues overflowed and kept flowing on the ground.

After Dumbledore knew that he was going out, he filled his stomach with a lot of snacks in the principal's office and the almond cake, which he had not yet digested, came out again.

When Harry saw this scene, the scene he saw when he found Ron and Draco Malfoy in the Forbidden Forest came to mind. Even if he held his breath, the stench and visual impact made Harry His face turned blue, his throat was hairy, and his stomach was churning. He couldn't help but leaned over and vomited uncontrollably.

Harry had eaten a lot of mutton at Hagrid's before, and the enjoyment he had enjoyed at the beginning had now become twice as painful. The mutton he had eaten before was now spit out by him, and his throat felt spicy and raw. Sweat broke out on his forehead.

Finally, Harry stood up and raised his hand to wipe the residue around his mouth. The air here smelled even more unpleasant, and Dumbledore was in a mess on the ground. But the matter was finally over. Harry raised his head and looked at the originally clear lake. A small area was stained. He raised his wand and wanted to use "Clean Up" on his principal.

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

The two Death Eaters were identical in stature, very tall and strong.

The situation was urgent, and Harry ignored the filth on the ground and quickly passed Dumbledore, holding his wand in front of him to protect him.

Finally, Harry's strangeness attracted the attention of Dumbledore, who had already lost his virginity. However, under the influence of the Weasley twins' powerful laxatives, Harry was still excreting uncontrollably. He tried to support himself with his elbows. He went to reach for his wand that had rolled to the side, but Dumbledore, who had lost strength due to the potion and was beginning to collapse, could not control his trembling body and could only struggle helplessly on the ground.

"The greatest white wizard in the world has now become the greatest brown wizard in the world?" Looking at the scene in front of him, the Death Eater on the left joked angrily, and then swooped down.

Harry, who had been training in the ancient magic class for a long time, immediately raised his wand. Small crackling lightnings gathered at the port of his wand. He wanted to use the attack methods he learned in the ancient magic class to fight off the person.

But the other party easily used a wand that looked a bit like a branch, easily and accurately used the Iron Armor Curse to create a shield to deflect Harry's lightning, and then counterattacked with a Petrification Curse, hitting Harry in the middle. His legs tightened and 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 the sound used Cleansing on the ground with some disgust and fell to the ground. Then he picked up the things on the ground with his gloves. The wand was thrust back into Dumbledore's hand.

Dumbledore, who seemed to realize what the other party wanted to do, narrowed his eyes with difficulty, raised his trembling hands, and wanted to resist, but before his spell could be cast, the other party's "Expelliarmus" hit him first. Facing him, Dumbledore's wand flew away from his hand again, spinning towards the Death Eater who cast the spell.

"You are lucky. 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 accept this wand as a trophy. Come to the Albanian forest to seek revenge on me!"

After saying that, he mounted the broomstick again, joined the Death Eater hovering in the sky, and flew out of the cave.