Adding next ingredients absently, he wondered what would think the Dark Lord about Dumbledore’s actions. He had never commented with anyone those “check-ups”. It was embarrassing, and no one would do anything anyway. The Dark Lord wouldn’t care, as long as he gave him the information. And it wasn’t as if Dumbledore had tried to do something to him. He always acted professionally, never asking him to remove his undergarments and never touching where he shouldn’t.He looked at the potion, noticing the colour wasn’t right. Frowning, he glanced at the jars and bottles he had at his side, paling when he saw the bottle with unicorn tears was empty. He added too much in the wrong time.Turning off the fire, he ran to the door, knowing it was already too late. The last he heard was an explosion and then everything went black.