Vol 2 Chapter 900: ?The sound of salutes in the New Year

Harry clenched the edge of the stone basin tightly with both hands, watching Dumbledore in horror with his eyes closed and drank it. 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. He saw that Dumbledore seemed to be starting to lose his strength, and he hurried over to support Dumbledore.
Dumbledore closed his eyes, and then managed to raise his arm and drank three cups in silence. As more and more potions were poured into Dumbledore’s throat, this sense of loss gradually spread. After a while, Dumbledore Lido could hardly control his body as if struck by lightning, and his whole body fell to the ground, his whole body soft and seemingly exhausted.
　　 The shell spoon fell aside, and he was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, seeming to have no strength to get up again.
　　 "Can you hear the professor, professor?" Harry asked eagerly.
　　 Dumbledore moved with a 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," Dumbledore's expression changed while Harry was feeding him, and he began to shook his head and refused as if he had sensed something.
　　 Harry's throat tightened, "Professor, you have to keep drinking, remember what you said?"
Dumbledore waved his hand weakly, shook his head repeatedly, refusing to drink the potions. His hand grabbed Harry's arm, as if he was trying to explain, and he seemed to be pushing Harry away. Harry found that he was weak. The legs seemed to be clamped tightly.
Seeing Dumbledore, who was convulsed and his legs were tight, Harry was very sad and tormented in his heart, 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, wrinkling his old cheeks.
　　 But even though Harry's hand was shaking, he still firmly fed the potion into Dumbledore's mouth, "You can stop after drinking it all."
　　 Dumbledore drank the last drop of potion in the shell, gasping for breath.
　　 "Sorry Professor." Harry took a spoonful again, and his heart became more and more tormented. He felt like he was bullying an old man, "Hold on to the professor only halfway!"
Hearing that there was still half of it, this failed to comfort Dumbledore. He exploded once more and pushed him with his hands. His facial features were all crumpled together. He felt a gurgling noise in his stomach, Deng As soon as Blido fell, the effect of the drug worked and he realized that something was wrong. Based on his knowledge of Tom, this poison would never be able to be produced by him.
But Dumbledore opened his mouth in pain, unable to make a sound under the effect of the potion's unloading force, and the suffocating air that had just been suppressed forbearing, flowed down his intestines from the gradually uncontrolled sphincter. After coming out, a series of salutes resembling the New Year’s salute sounded in this silent space.
　　 "Puff puff puff" the sweet smell of almonds, like a sewer, gradually filled the air.
It tasted familiar. The plate of almond cookies in Dumbledore’s office flashed in Harry’s mind. He closed his mouth tightly, his face turned blue, this trap of Voldemort and all the conditions he expected were serious. It didn't match, but thinking of the promise and the burnout from the Slughorn incident before, Harry held his breath, resisted the discomfort, tried to control his shaking hands, and approached Dumbledore again.
Looking at Dumbledore, who was tilted to the side, pale and stiff, Harry was a little choked. Dumbledore was greater than people thought. In order to defeat Voldemort, he made too many sacrifices—Harry had already Realized that the fart Dumbledore just put was more than just a fart.
"Harry, stop... this is not... um!" After a long time of brewing, Dumbledore finally managed to speak, but Harry thought he was going to refuse, and earnestly implemented the potion that Dumbledore had previously asked Harry to hold. Taking advantage of the moment he opened his mouth, he poured in, and Dumbledore's words were held back again.
　　 Dumbledore was shaking from head to toe, and Harry turned around unbearably. He returned to the crystal stone basin again, which was half empty.
　　 Harry, who was beginning to cry, shook his hands so hard that he could hardly scoop the potion. He bit his lip and tried to scoop up a spoonful of the potion again.
"There is one more professor, just one, I promise." Harry's voice became rough and dumb, and Dumbledore seemed to understand that Harry was coaxing him, and shook his head desperately. "I promise what you want me to do. ."
　　 Dumbledore, who had never been so embarrassed before, closed his mouth tightly, resisting Harry's approach.
　　 "I promise..." Harry ignored the pervasive fart and the feeling of his stomach tumbling, and desperately pleaded, "Please, drink this, you will be fine soon."
Harry's gaze scanned the yellowish-brown paste spilling on Dumbledore’s purple robe and trousers. Voldemort’s potion can also cause diarrhea, but now it’s not time to clean Dumbledore completely, Harry leaned down. One hand supported Dumbledore, and the other hand holding the potion reached Dumbledore's mouth.
"Ha...hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Went in.
　　 "Professor, finish drinking it, finish it, it's almost over." Before Dumbledore could react, Harry jumped up and rushed to the crystal basin again. 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, and the wand slid from his palm and rolled to the side.
　　 Harry scooped a full glass, "Professor, it's the last one, as long as you finish drinking, everything is over."
Dumbledore's closed eyelids were shaking. Harry looked at the last potion in his hand and squatted on the ground, ignoring the dirt that the opponent had excreted. He gritted his teeth, propped Dumbledore's body and placed it on his leg. Go up, and then forcibly pinched the opponent's lower jaw with his hands, pried open the teeth, and forcibly poured the last cup of potion into it.
"Pop" is heard louder broke out, pops puff puff puff puff ...... burst of consecutive exhaust sound along with the stench smell, almost smoked turn Harry, a pool of brown loose stools, mixed Some particles such as food residues that have not been digested overflowed, constantly overflowing on the ground.
　　 After Dumbledore knew that he was going out, he used a lot of snacks to fill his stomach in the principal's room-the almond cookies that hadn't come to digestion 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 with holding his breath, this smell and visual impact made Ha Li's face was blue, his throat was hairy, and his stomach was tumbling. He couldn't help leaning down and vomiting uncontrollably.
Before Hagrid, Harry ate a lot of lamb, the original enjoyment has now become a double pain, the lamb he ate before is now spit out of his brain, and there is a burst of spicy feeling in his throat. His forehead was sweating.
Finally Harry got up and raised his hand to wipe the residue on the edge of his mouth. The air here was even more unpleasant, and Dumbledore on the ground was a mess, but the matter finally ended. Harry raised his head and looked at the lake that was still clear. A small area was stained. He raised his wand and wanted to "clean up" his principal.
　　 But suddenly, Harry's eyes widened, and two people dressed as Death Eaters rushed in from the entrance on flying broomsticks and quickly moved closer to them.
　　 The two Death Eaters are exactly the same, very burly and strong.
　　 The situation was urgent, and Harry ignored the dirt on the ground, and quickly passed Dumbledore, holding a magic wand in front of him.
Finally, Harry's strangeness caught the attention of Dumbledore, who was already a little deprived, but at this time, under the action of the Weasley twins' powerful laxatives, he was still uncontrollably excreting, and he tried to support it with his elbow. To reach for the wand that fell to the side, but Dumbledore, who had already collapsed because of the lack of strength of the potion, couldn't control his trembling body, and had to struggle helplessly on the ground.
　　 "The greatest white wizard in the world has now become the greatest brown wizard in the world?" Seeing the scene in front of you ~ EbookFREE.me~ the Death Eater urn on the left ridiculed, and then dived down.
　　 Harry, who had been training in the ancient magic class for a long time, immediately raised his wand, crackling small lightning bolts gathered at the port of his wand, he wanted to use the attack methods he learned in the ancient magic class to repel people in the future.
But the other party easily used the wand that looked a little like a tree branch, easily and accurately used the shield made of the iron armor curse to provoke Harry’s lightning, and then hit back with a petrification curse, hitting Harry, Harry. As soon as his legs tightened, he fell straight into the dirt on the ground.
The other Death Eater rode a broom and hovered in the sky, and the Death Eater who had just made a noise used it on the ground with a bit of disgust, and fell on the ground. Then he picked up the one on the ground while he was wearing gloves. The wand was inserted back into Dumbledore's hand.
Dumbledore, who seemed to realize what the other party wanted to do, squinted his eyes hard, raised his trembling hands, and wanted to resist, but before his spell was cast, the opponent's "weapon" hit the first one. After he stopped him, Dumbledore's wand flew away from his hand again, and flew in a whirlpool toward the spellcasting Death Eater.
"If you are lucky, if it weren't for the master who said he would kill you by himself..." After taking away the wand, the Death Eater said to Dumbledore indifferently, "but I will accept this wand as a trophy. Planted in the Albanian forest to find me revenge!"
　　 After speaking, he rode the flying broomstick again, joined the Death Eater hovering in the sky, and flew out of the cave.