A large, round Dungbomb fell straight down from the sky and hit Walton squarely in the face.
An indescribable smell assaulted his nostrils, and a viscous, juicy substance brutally entered his mouth, ears, and eyes...
"What... ugh..."
Before Walton could finish his sentence, he knelt down and S.P.E.W..
The stench of that Dungbomb was so overpowering it practically blew his skull off.
"Who! Who did this?!"
Walton screamed wildly, S.P.E.W. and wiping the remaining juice and grime from his face.
The sticky residue and juice immediately flowed down his hand and into his clothes the moment he touched it.
The terrifying stench made him gag uncontrollably, and he could barely hold his wand.
"Damn bastard!"
"I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you!"
Walton roared wildly, his face tilted back, and recklessly attacked the flock of birds in the sky with his wand, which was soaked in Dungbomb.
But as soon as he looked up, another Dungbomb fell from the sky...
Because Walton so thoughtfully used his own face to catch it, in return, Dungbomb made him a face mask.
It is comprehensive and seamless, leaving no gaps and maximizing the user experience.
The stench was so strong that Walton felt as if his brainstem was being smashed by a sledgehammer, and he almost died on the spot meeting his old master.
"Diffindo!"
"Reducto!"
Walton went completely mad, wildly waving his wand and throwing Spells into the air.
Unfortunately, they missed all of them.
Walton was utterly desperate.
He somewhat regretted not learning the "Scourgify" technique back then...
He kept his mouth tightly shut and gritted his teeth, hoping to block the onslaught of juices from outside.
However, it had no effect.
He could even clearly feel the thick, residue-laden juice seeping through the gaps in his lips, slowly creeping between his teeth, and dripping onto his taste buds...
"Apparate!"
Desperate, Walton no longer cared about finding the culprit; he just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.
However, the Spells did not work.
Walton paused for a moment before remembering that Apparate was not allowed in or around Hogwarts Castle.
He hastily wiped his face and rushed outside without a second thought.
"Get out of here!"
"Get out of this godforsaken place!"
Walton roared inwardly.
Outside Hogwarts Castle, the dark brown earth resembled a giant chocolate loaf, with a thin layer of early spring grass growing like matcha leaves. This lovely and beautiful scene easily evoked images of a chocolate matcha Cake.
Many people probably wouldn't mind taking a bite.
Except for Walton.
Because he was afraid to open his mouth.
Several shadows were cast from the sky, and Walton discovered that a flock of strange birds was closely following him.
Completely devastated, Walton covered his head with his hands and scrambled into the Black Lake.
However, because it smelled so bad, it was thrown out by the Giant Squid before it even entered the water.
The Giant Squid washed its hands with water, clearly disgusted.
George and Fred hid in a tower, laughing so hard they were breathless and tears were streaming down their faces.
"Look at the stupid thing he's doing!" George laughed as he wiped away tears from the corner of his eyes.
Fred took a deep breath and grinned, "He brought it on himself! Who told him to bully our cousin!"
"But... what if he comes back to cause trouble later?" George asked, frowning as he calmed down.
Fred's eyebrows arched, revealing a very sly smile.
"I think we can write a letter to our dad and tell him about this, so he can find a chance to search that old bastard's house."
George laughed and continued Fred's words, "That way he probably won't have time to bother us."
The two of them, without hesitation, walked down the tower arm in arm and went to write letters.
While George and Fred were writing to Arthur Weasley, Silan followed Dumbledore to the Headmaster's Office.
"Sit down, child."
"We have a lot to say."