Knowledge is endless, because you can't figure out how many new points of knowledge will be born in the world after a single breath.

But that didn't diminish Ani's joy in absorbing knowledge, and after discovering Ilion, his daily life became more fulfilling, like a dry sponge falling on the edge of a pool.

However, the above description seems more appropriate to apply to Lockhart.

From Halloween to Christmas, the underground tunnels have finally been cleared, and the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor has broken through a certain limit of smell, making it difficult for even those who are used to the smell of sewage to ignore.

Lockhart even began to suspect that something was wrong with his vanishing spell, that the sewage had not been thrown into the unknowable realm, but had been condensed and sent to his body.

Now his body is like a sponge full of sewage, emitting an unbearable and terrible smell all the time.

The Western professor also succeeded in proving that a proverb that had been circulated in the East was not accurate.

Belch......

It could also be that the taste on Lockhart's body has gone far beyond the limits of abalone.

All in all, he felt that he was absolutely unable to get used to the taste, so you can imagine how tormented it must be to be in the same room with Lockhart.

Aini's teaching place was across the street from the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, and the designer of an underground space couldn't help but fall into a brief contemplation when he saw the young wizards coming out of the opposite side with their faces twisted.

It's like...... Count yourself on the pot?

With a subtle sense of guilt, Aini re-chose a vacant classroom to teach Transfiguration.

After all, smell is a thing that spreads gradually around the source and has a certain degree of residence.

Like now, he had to hold his breath and take a few quick steps through the stinking hallway, although the castle was large enough to be used in the high-use area near the staircase, and people's movements would inevitably overlap.

Ever since the smell of Lockhart crossed a certain level, even the dullest little wizard was about to turn stress holding into instinct.

Last week, it was learned that Lockhart would stay at school for Christmas, and most of the already small number of applications to stay at the school were withdrawn, leaving Hogwarts quite deserted now.

"Professor Scamander."

Before Aini could leave the stench-polluted area, a weak voice floated from behind.

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

The stiff waist makes him look at least ten centimeters shorter than usual, and if he hadn't witnessed the changes in men, no one would have believed that it was the famous beauty writer Gilderoy Lockhart standing there.

The guy did look a little pitiful now, but Aini didn't reply, and instead walked a little longer.

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

Seeing that Aini was about to cross the corner in front of him, Lockhart hurriedly pulled the old headmaster out, and then the man in the prime of life sat on the ground and began to sob.

At this moment, a silvery-white light also pierced through the wall and hovered in front of Ani, and after being allowed to do so, it silently burrowed into his eyebrows.

Lockhart's sobs grew more and more coherent, but luckily before it turned into a howl, Eni listened to Dumbledore's transmission, put a bubble head charm on himself, and turned to face the real stinky man on the ground, but he didn't have the slightest intention of getting closer.

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

With a few words, Ani hurriedly walked into the idle classroom on the side, pushed open the window and jumped out.

The Bubble Head Charm was meant to be a weapon against the filthy environment, but the scent on Lockhart was useless.

Not only does magic bring convenience, but it also comes with some strange "gifts" for the user.

As we all know, dragon feces are not only amazingly fertile, but also emit the highest stench of all excrement.

Those flavors seem to have inherited the magic of their owners

Law resistance, ordinary means are difficult to remove, and 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 can also have their excrement a special material, and there is more to Hogwarts sewers than that.

It's just the discarded remnants of the Potions class.,If it's discharged indiscriminately, it will cause *** annoyance.。

Magical and magical creatures are comparable to radiation sources, affecting everything within range, the difference is only in intensity.

Even the seemingly clean and environmentally friendly divination class, the tea leaves used in it, after being observed by the wizards, are equivalent to participating in a ritual, and are no longer ordinary mortal objects.

Not to mention the mess that the little wizards washed away with the water.

Hogwarts filth is not discharged directly into the surrounding forests, so as not to affect the environment.

The garbage produced by hundreds of wizards gathered together causes more pollution to non-demon societies than the vats thrown into the sea by a certain country.

Aini really forgot about this stubble when he remodeled the "secret room", and led the thin rice directly over, but he didn't think about it that much.

As a result, I don't know if it was a coincidence, or if it was superimposed to produce a different effect, Lockhart accidentally created a unique potion.

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

The foul smell is very strange, it can't be blocked by the bubble head spell, nor can it be dispelled by the cleansing spell, etc., it will make the person who smells it very disgusting, but it won't spit it out.

And the effect is also very long-lasting, and it has lasted for more than a week now, so that the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, which has not been regaining popularity for a long time, has fallen to the bottom again.

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

Perhaps because there is no universal standard for the concept of "stinking", and there is no precise definition of it, and Ani has never seen a spell specifically used to deodorize in spell books.

Most of the spells that purify the air are to remove toxins in some aspects, similar to the multi-functional spells such as the bubble head spell, and the strength is not enough in the face of some special odors that have no actual damage to the human body.

And Aini's nose is too sensitive, especially the stench that has mutated somewhat, even if he seals his nasal cavity, he can still smell indescribable smells.

So it's better to choose an open place, standing by the black lake, Aini feels that the cold wind has never been so lovely as it is now.

He didn't have to wait any longer, and two minutes later Lockhart appeared next to the Black Lagoon out of breath.

"Professor Scamander, I ......."

"Stop, just stay there."

The violent wheezing obviously increased the concentration of the odor around him, and seeing that Lockhart was still close, Aini hurriedly stopped, opened the Eye of True Vision and swept over.

Then I couldn't help but be surprised.

Good guy, this is refining yourself?!