Deadpool's arrival had not shown any immediate benefits, but its emetic effect was instantaneous. Even after listening to Cousin and putting on the clothes draped over their shoulders, the situation did not improve much.
Feeling disgusted was not something one could recover from immediately. Whether it was the smell or the visual impact, the impression would linger in the victims' minds for a long time.
There was no especially good solution. They had vomited so badly that they could not even eat Chocolate Frogs, which could calm the nerves and nourish the brain. Su Ming could only take Hermione farther away first, lest they get splattered with filth.
As for Deadpool, he had started babbling toward empty space again, occasionally letting out strange chuckles that made one's buttocks clench. He seemed extremely pleased with himself.
"What should we eat later?" The Sorcerer Supreme pondered while pinching his chin, his gaze directed deeper into the beast den as he waited for Master Talon to return.
"It reeks! How can you still be thinking about food in an environment like this?" The student wore an expression that said, 'Are you kidding me?' She stuck out the tip of her tongue. "If I hadn't undergone professional training, I'd probably be vomiting too, wouldn't I?"
As she spoke, she looked at the other three women who were vomiting, her face full of sympathy.
"That's true. As an Enchantress, your willpower is already exceptionally strong. It seems your years of practicing Occlumency have been beneficial." Deathstroke pulled out a cigarette from his belt pouch, lit it for himself first, and used it to suppress the smell in the air.
The original scent in the beast den had still been within the limits of human tolerance. It was only the smell of wild beasts, after all.