President Jacques gripped Dumbledore's wrist. He only had time to glance at his watch before feeling as though he had been dragged into a narrow tube.
Pressure closed in on him from all directions, leaving him utterly unable to breathe. It felt as though his bones and organs were being violently crushed, the air in his lungs squeezed out in an instant.
Perhaps because it was his first time experiencing Side-Along Apparition, President Jacques's sense of time became sluggish.
He did not know how long had passed before the pressure suddenly vanished and his feet finally touched soft ground.
The torrential rain had just stopped. The sunlight was brilliant, and the air was thick with rising moisture. He greedily drew in a breath, but it felt as though he had inhaled clumps of wet cotton, leaving his chest tight and heavy.
President Jacques staggered a few steps, flailing his hands until he braced himself against a scorching metal surface.
Unable to endure the crushing sensation left by Side-Along Apparition, he abruptly bent over, tears spilling from his eyes. "Bleurgh!"
"President Jacques, perhaps you could try this..." Dumbledore stepped forward at just the right moment. Besides offering him a tissue, he handed over a dark red, slightly shriveled piece of preserved fruit.
"It's preserved fruit made from Sinnavis fruit, a gift from someone... It tastes quite good, and it can also relieve the aftereffects of magical travel rather well. Give it a try!"
President Jacques took the tissue and wiped his mouth, hesitating as he looked at the preserved fruit.
Compared to the cockroach from earlier, this preserved fruit was simply far too normal—almost enticing, even.
Another question arose in his mind: why did this old wizard named Dumbledore carry so much food on him?
Considering that he urgently needed relief