The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

0201 Lockhart: Don't mess with me, I'm ruthless...

Knowledge is endless, because you have no idea how many new knowledge points will be born in the world after one breath.

But this will not reduce Aini's joy of acquiring knowledge. After discovering Ilion, his daily life becomes more fulfilling, just like a dry sponge dropped on the edge of a pool.

However, the above description seems to be more appropriate for Lockhart.

From Halloween to Christmas, the underground tunnels were finally cleaned up, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's smell also broke through a certain limit, making it hard for me, who was used to the smell of sewage, to ignore it.

Lockhart even began to suspect that there was something wrong with his Vanishing Curse. The sewage was not thrown into the unknown, but was concentrated and sent to his body.

Now his body was like a sponge full of sewage, exuding an unbearable terrible smell all the time.

The Western professor also successfully proved that a certain proverb passed down from the East is not accurate.

Uh……

It may also be that the smell on Lockhart's body has far exceeded the limit of abalone.

All in all, he felt that he was absolutely unable to adapt to this taste, so one can imagine what kind of torment it must be to be in the same room with Lockhart.

Aini's teaching place is opposite the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Seeing the little wizards coming out from the opposite side with distorted faces, the designer of a certain underground space couldn't help but fell into a short thought.

It seems... It's my fault?

With a subtle sense of guilt, Aini re-selected an empty classroom for teaching Transfiguration.

After all, something like smell diffuses in a decreasing manner around the source, and has a certain resident property.

Just like now, he had to hold his breath and walk quickly through the smelly corridors. Although the space in the castle was large enough, people's trajectories would inevitably overlap in the high-frequency areas near the stairs.

Ever since the smell on Lockhart passed a certain level, even the dullest little wizard was about to turn the stressful breath-holding into an instinct.

Last week, when they learned that Lockhart would stay at the school for Christmas, most of the few applications to stay in the school were immediately withdrawn, making Hogwarts quite deserted now.

"Professor Scamander."

Before Aini had time to leave the area polluted by the stench, a weak voice floated tremblingly from behind.

The owner of the voice is pale, and the lower eyebrows seem to be covered with inferior black eyeshadow, which looks like an alternative clown makeup.

His hunched waist made him look at least ten centimeters shorter than usual. If he hadn't witnessed the man's change with his own eyes, no one would believe that standing there was the famous writer Gilderoy Lockhart.

This guy does look a little pitiful now, but Aini didn't leave a reply, instead, his steps took a bigger step.

"Professor Scamander, Dumbledore asked me to come, please, don't go."

Seeing that Aini was about to pass the corner ahead, Lockhart quickly pulled the old headmaster out, and then the middle-aged man sat on the ground and began to sob softly.

At this time, a silver-white light also penetrated the wall and hovered in front of Aini, and got into his forehead silently after getting permission.

Lockhart's sobs became more and more coherent. Fortunately, before it turned into howls, Ernie listened to Dumbledore's voice transmission, put a bubble head curse on himself, and turned to face the real stinking man on the ground. There is no thought of approaching.

"Go outside and say, I'll wait for you by the Black Lake."

After saying a word, Aini hurried into the idle classroom, opened the window and jumped out.

The Bubble Curse was supposed to be a sharp weapon against the dirty environment, but it was useless to Lockhart's smell.

Magic can not only bring convenience, but also give users some strange "gifts".

As we all know, the excrement of fire dragons is not only amazingly fertile, but also emits the highest odor of all excrement.

Those smells seem to have inherited the magic resistance of their owners, and it is difficult to get rid of them by ordinary means. It is common for young wizards to stink for two or three days after relevant courses.

Wizards who can also be classified as magical creatures, their excrement can also be called a special material, and there are more than these in the sewers of Hogwarts.

It's just the leftovers from the Potions class, if they are thrown out indiscriminately, it will cause big trouble.

Magic power and magical creatures are comparable to radiation sources, which will affect everything within the range, the difference is only the intensity.

Even the seemingly clean and environmentally friendly divination class, the tea used in it was observed by the wizards, and it was equivalent to participating in a ceremony, and it was no longer an ordinary thing.

Not to mention the mess that the little wizards wash away with.

The waste from Hogwarts is not discharged directly into the surrounding forests, so as not to have an impact on the environment.

The garbage produced by the gathering of hundreds of wizards will cause more pollution to non-magic society than the large barrels thrown into the sea by a certain country.

Aini really forgot about this when remodeling the "secret room", and led those thin ones directly, but didn't think too much about it.

In the end, I don't know if it was a coincidence, or a different effect was produced after superposition, Lockhart made a unique potion by accident.

It's a pity that even he himself doesn't know the specific formula and production process, otherwise the twins might be willing to exchange the shares of the store in the future.

The unpleasant stench is very strange. It cannot be shielded by the bubble head spell, nor can it be dispelled by the cleansing spell. It will make people who smell it very sick, but they will not spit it out.

And the effect is also very long-lasting. It has lasted for more than a week now, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which has not been popular for a long time, fell to the bottom again.

Speaking of which, wizards really don't have targeted magic for such a strange stench.

Perhaps the concept of "stinky" has no uniform standard, nor can it be accurately defined. Aini has never seen magic specifically for deodorization in the spell book.

Most of the magic spells for purifying the air are to get rid of toxins in certain aspects. Multi-functional spells like the bubble head spell are not good enough in the face of some special odors that have no actual damage to the human body.

And Aini's nose is really too sensitive, especially the stench has somehow mutated, even if he sealed his nasal cavity, he can still smell an indescribable smell.

So it is more appropriate to choose an open place. Standing by the black lake, Aini feels that the icy cold wind has never been so lovely as it is now.

Without making him wait any longer, Lockhart appeared beside the Black Lake 2 minutes later, out of breath.

"S, Professor Scamander, I..."

"Stop, just stay there."

The violent panting significantly increased the concentration of the surrounding odor. Seeing that Lockhart was still approaching, Aini stopped immediately, opened the eyes of true sight and scanned over.

Then I couldn't help being surprised.

Good guy, did you train yourself? !