From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 135 Smell is the enemy

The fallen, smelly, pus-oozing undead giant raised its upper body, as if staring at its burning thigh, but in fact it was looking at Malfoy next to its thigh.

It supported itself on the ground with the backs of its two hands. If either of them was pulled out, its already unbalanced body would immediately fall down. This undead spirit that had been rotting for a long time had no idea how to control its body when it was alive. It was probably because its already small brain no longer had any organs to control balance.

Seeing the troll's highly rotten head, Malfoy stood there in a daze for a moment, until he was brought back to his senses by the thick smoke and stench emanating from the troll's thighs.

He let out a terrified scream, slipped and fell to the ground, but he didn't bother to get up and used his hands and feet to move backwards.

Malfoy's action also reawakened the undead giant. It twisted its body and fell to the ground again, but it stretched out an arm that was constantly dropping rotten flesh and groped in the direction of Malfoy.

"Keep the enemy back three feet!" Harry raised his wand made of holly and the tail feathers of the phoenix Fawkes and chanted the only spell he could remember, which was from the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical test not long ago.

The spell worked, but it didn't hit the undead giant, but Malfoy who was sitting on the ground. Malfoy's butt was lubricated by the contents of the undead giant's stomach, and he slipped out a long way. Although it was extremely unsightly, it at least saved him from death.

But in Ivy's opinion, it would be better for him to die in the palm of the undead monster. Rolling in the stinking corpse water might not be much better than death.

Dumbledore beside him put his hands back into his sleeves with a smile on his face.

The red lightning illuminated the faces of the little wizards again. It was Cassandra again. This explosion of magic energy hit the shoulder of the undead troll. Perhaps she had originally aimed at the head, but compared to the troll's tall body, their head was really surprisingly small, so it was reasonable that this attack missed.

The explosion of magical energy tore through the undead giant's shoulder, causing rotten flesh and bones to fly in the air.

With a dull thud, one of the undead monster's arms fell to the ground.

But for an undead creature, losing an arm is obviously not a fatal injury. The undead giant did not make any sound, but its jaw, which was missing several yellow teeth, opened and closed several times, and then it froze in place, as if it could not understand what was happening to its body.

"Run! Run!" Harry shouted, and then he was immediately knocked over by the stench of the undead monster. "Go around! Go around!"

Malfoy woke up as if from a dream, shook off the intestines on his face, and ran to the other side using his hands and feet. This half of the room was blocked by the huge body of the troll. There was only another way to pass through the room.

"The door is open!" It was Hermione who shouted. She cautiously stuck her head in to take a look, then continued to report to her companions, "There are no other creatures! No dead ones either!"

"Very good!" Cassandra took the lead and couldn't wait to leave this smelly place.

Then it was Harry's turn. He was not far from the door, and seeing that Malfoy was almost out of danger, he said nothing and went in.

"Pull me!"

Ron looked back and saw Malfoy, who had sat on the ground again for some reason. When passing the troll before, only Ron chose this side of the wall, but before the undead troll fell, he was closest to him, so his movement speed was also the slowest, for fear of attracting the enemy's attention.

Before the undead monster could recover from his shock, Ron was caught up by Malfoy.

Ron's face was full of excitement as he looked at the hand that Malfoy stretched out to him. It was stained with colorful juices. He didn't intend to waste his brain energy to think about what those things were, but he knew that if he got stained with them, this second-hand robe on his body would never be clean again.

"What are you waiting for? Weasley!" Malfoy seemed to be weak in the knees, and he demanded again, "Hurry up and give me a hand!"

Ron frowned and struggled for a while. Just as he stretched out his hand tremblingly, he heard Malfoy shouting, "It's standing up again!"

Yes, the undead giant stood up again, and this time it found a handy weapon - its own arm. It held its right hand with its left hand and limped forward. Although the giants have small heads and are not flexible in turning, their legs are really long. Therefore, wizards who encounter giants in the wild often have no chance of survival, mainly because they cannot outrun them. In addition, when they are emotionally unstable, it is difficult for wizards to release the Apparition correctly.

The little ceramic dragon "Thuban" howled and rushed over, flying around the troll's head, obviously trying to confuse it, but the undead troll's eyes had actually rotted away long ago, and it did not obtain information through vision, but through the perception of vitality.

Although the ceramic dragon can fly and breathe fire, and has shown a certain intelligence under Ivy's magic, it cannot be said to be a real life, so the ceramic dragon flying around the undead giant's head cannot attract its attention at all.

"Ga--" Perhaps the troll's indifference aroused the little dragon's anger. It howled and spewed out the second flame of the day, directly igniting the troll's head.

The undead giant didn't care and continued to move forward with its burning head.

Ron gasped when he saw this scene, then coughed several times in succession, grabbed Malfoy's hand and ran to the door.

Malfoy was completely limp, and with his robe soaked in corpse water lubricating him, he was almost half lying down as Ron dragged him along the ground.

"Thuban!" Malfoy shouted. "Come back here!"

The slow-witted undead monster finally realized that its head was on fire, so it made a bold move to put out the flames - using its left hand to hold its right hand to pat the flames on its head.

Obviously, the undead giant has no idea how much power he possesses, nor does he know how much force his cervical vertebrae can withstand.

Then he took his left hand, which was holding his right hand, and ripped the rotten head away.

The confused undead monster stood there for a while, then continued to walk towards the little wizards. Because from the result, at least it no longer needs to worry about the burning head. However, even without a head, the undead monster as a corpse can still move freely.

But before the undead giant restarted, the little wizards had all entered the next room, and the little ceramic dragon, with its wings spread out and flying through the stinking air, was the last one to enter.

So the undead giant used its left hand to throw its right hand out, hitting it hard against the door. Maybe it lost its head and its accuracy was reduced? Or was it just that it had no accuracy at all?

No matter which truth was, the little wizards had no idea because they had closed the door and kept the stench out.

There were two other wizards in the foul-smelling room, Dumbledore, who had great magical powers, and Ivy Doom, who specialized in the dark arts.

"...I never thought that there would be books about necromancy in the restricted section of Hogwarts." Dumbledore muttered.

"I didn't know things would turn out like this." Ivy looked at the undead giant that was still dropping rotten flesh with disgust. "My magic did kill it, but it also accidentally created a terrible undead creature. Most importantly, I knew nothing about it."

Ivy concentrated and experimented again, and finally came to a conclusion: "Well... I still can't control it... I never knew that spell had such an effect..."

Even if Ivy killed hundreds of dark wizards with "Eat the Big Melon", none of them could stand up again like this undead giant. So he could only attribute this accident to the mutual influence of spell effects in two worldviews. "Oh - I don't want to use this room anymore..." Dumbledore complained as he watched the undead giant pull out a section of intestines from its stomach and throw them in the direction of the two.

He thought he had lived for more than a hundred years and what kind of scenes he had not seen.

But he had never heard of such a "wonderful" scene before.

"Ouch!" Ivy made a short guttural sound to express his disgust, and a thin green beam of light shot out from his fingertips.

This is a 6th-level transmutation spell, Disintegration.

The huge body of the undead giant is an excellent target, and Ivy will not miss.

The undead giant that was hit by the green light of the disintegration spell was like having the pause button pressed, freezing in place without moving.

But the rotten flesh on the undead giant continued to fall under the influence of gravity, but before the rotten flesh hit the ground, it turned into a handful of fine gray dust in mid-air.

With this change, the huge body of the undead giant fell apart in an instant and completely disappeared in this stinking space. Even the head that was still on fire and the rotten giant hand that fell by the door in the distance were the same.

As part of the Undead Giant, they were treated the same as the main body.

"Is this..." The old wizard's eyes sparkled with surprise, "Some kind of transfiguration?"

"Well... you can understand it that way." Ivy thought for a while and replied.

Disintegration is classified as a spell from the school of transmutation. Although the name sounds like it is about splitting and disintegrating an object, it is essentially the use of magic to transform the form of matter, completely transforming it into fine gray dust.

Although the 6-ring dissociation technique is similar in name to the 8-ring lysis technique and the 9-ring large lysis technique, the effects are completely different.

The former cannot break through the spell resistance of the magic item itself, but it can cause damage to magical creatures with spell resistance.

The latter two are spells created entirely by wizards to end spell effects. Various magical items, protective magic barriers, spell-like effects, and even artifacts will be destroyed by them, but they will not affect or harm the creatures themselves.

Even the spell school of disintegration is classified as abjuration, which is fundamentally different from the 6th-level disintegration in its arcane nature.

"I turned the giant into a handful of dust," Ivy added. "In principle, it's similar to the Vanishing Spell. But I think turning it into air might still retain some lethality."

"Excellent!" Dumbledore praised. "It's a pity that you are Professor Victor now, otherwise I would have to give Slytherin an extra 20 points!"

Stingy old bee.

Ivy remained calm on the surface, but secretly complained: "If you move your finger to Gryffindor, you get 200 points, and if you move your finger to Slytherin, you get 20 points. There must be a limit to partiality."

"Whirlwind!" Dumbledore took out the scarred old wand and chanted loudly.

Then a whirlwind blew over, sweeping away the dirty water on the ground and the turbid air in the room, even the handful of gray powder left by the troll was not spared.

"Okay! Professor Victor! It's time for us to continue watching the children's adventures!" Dumbledore said happily.

Obviously, the scene where Harry used the repelling spell to save Malfoy made him happy.

The two of them quietly opened the tightly closed door, walked through the purple flames set by Snape, and walked into a quarrel.

"Look what you've done to me!" Malfoy shouted in despair, pulling at his robe that was completely soaked with the troll's corpse fluid.

The two girls and Harry all hid on the other side of the room. Ron, who had dragged Malfoy for a while before entering the room, was also pushed to this side because his robes were also stained with a lot of smelly stuff.

"I saved your life!" Harry shouted as if he was misunderstood, but everyone could see the smile on his face.

Harry couldn't help but secretly praise his own wit for saving his enemy's life and making him look bad. To be honest, he felt a little regretful after reciting the repelling spell!

"Aha! Thank you so much!" Malfoy angrily took off his robes, threw them on the floor, and walked towards Harry.

Harry took a half step back; Malfoy smelled so bad, like another troll.

"Are you serious about taking a half step back?" Malfoy asked, then opened his arms. "Come here, this is a grateful hug from Slytherin! Thank you for saving my life!"

Harry had no way to avoid it, because behind him was the ominous black flame.

"That's enough!" Harry pushed away Malfoy's intimate contact and wiped his face frantically with his robe because Malfoy had just given him a kiss on the cheek.

The two little witches, Hermione and Cassandra, hid further away, almost shrinking into the corner. Cassandra even raised her wand and made a deterrent gesture.

"Ha!" Malfoy, feeling relieved, returned to Ron triumphantly. He was checking his second-hand robe, undecided whether to remove the sleeves to make it sleeveless, or shorten it to make it short-sleeved.

"What are you doing?" Ron's eyes widened as Malfoy walked up to him, grabbed Ron's robe, wiped his hands vigorously, and then wiped his face.

"I only have two robes!" Ron couldn't believe it, and they were second-hand, passed down from his brothers, but he didn't say it. For little wizards of their age, their self-esteem was just beginning to develop rapidly, and he was not willing to show weakness in front of others, especially in front of Malfoy.

"Come on, Weasley." Malfoy threw the robe down in disdain. "I will compensate you with a brand new set of robes. No, two sets, and they are Fengya brand! They specialize in high-end custom-made clothes. You can't afford them, right?"

"Oh... okay," Ron replied wearily, taking off his robes in disgust and rubbing his hands on them.

In fact, he had long since stopped wanting this robe. Although Malfoy's tone was not pleasant to hear, who would be against a clean and hygienic robe? Especially when it was a high-end custom-made one.

(End of this chapter)