Chapter 46: Release

The dining hall instantly descended into chaos, with young wizards screaming in terror!

Neville, who was supporting Allen, clutched his head with both hands the moment he heard the word "troll" and screamed in terror along with the others...

He completely failed to realize he was still supporting a weak patient...

Allen suddenly lost his support; he immediately lost his balance...

Just as he thought he was about to land squarely on his bottom, he felt no pain from his buttocks striking the hard floor; instead, he felt himself sitting solidly on something soft...

He turned his head and immediately realized he had landed squarely on Professor Quirrell's purple turban...

However, his sphincter, already severely tested, completely defied his brain's commands under the impact of this sudden fall...

Allen felt that the gas produced by the violent chemical reactions in his intestines finally had somewhere to go...

He felt an immense sense of relief at that moment...

He thought that if he were still on Earth, this release would surely earn a place in the Guinness World Records, perhaps even two: one awarded for the volume of release, and another for the duration of release...

Since there were no outdoor activities today and the castle was relatively warm, Allen was dressed quite lightly, wearing only a thin layer of trousers...

So he could feel the gas he released easily pass through his thin trousers and fill the purple turban on Professor Quirrell's head...

Allen felt that the material of Professor Quirrell's purple turban was truly excellent, especially regarding breathability and absorption capacity:

The breathability was good because Allen felt the gas he released encountered almost no resistance as it entered;

The absorption capacity was good because Allen's buttocks did not feel any rebound from the gas; it must have all been absorbed by the purple turban.

It was just that the shape of the back of Professor Quirrell's head was not very good; it was actually somewhat uncomfortable against his buttocks. Could it be that he had slept with his head crooked when he was a child? Allen thought silently to himself.

He didn't know how long passed before the gas accumulated in Allen's intestines was finally completely expelled through his sphincter, but the reactions in his intestines continued; he felt like a motorcycle that had been started but was idling in place, with its exhaust pipe continuously releasing gas in intermittent bursts...

Allen suddenly felt fortunate; luckily, he had used this time to release:

First, the terrified screams of the young wizards masked the sound of his release;

Then, Professor Quirrell was unconscious, so there was no need to worry about the only person who might have noticed his behavior;

Finally, the absorption capacity of Professor Quirrell's purple turban was surprisingly good; it absorbed all the gas, preventing it from spreading, thus avoiding the possibility of exposure due to odor.

Otherwise, today would have been another social death, and this time it would have been far more serious than the last.

At this moment, Allen's brain finally regained control over his sphincter; he suddenly realized how improper his behavior was, so he quietly stopped his release, clutched his stomach, and struggled to stand up.

At this time, Professor Dumbledore used his wand to emit several sharp firework explosions, and only then did everyone calm down.

"Prefects," he said in a low voice, "immediately lead your house students to the dormitories!"

Percy, of course, handled this with ease.

"Follow me! Do not get separated, first-years! As long as you obey my orders, you need not fear any troll! Now, stay close behind me. Make way, first-years are passing through! Excuse me, I am a Prefect!"

Neville never realized he had just caused trouble; terrified, he heard the Prefect's call and immediately squeezed toward Percy, failing to notice that he bumped into Allen again, who had just struggled to stand...

Allen, who was already feeling so unwell he was nearly exhausted, could not withstand such an impact,

and sat down squarely on the spot once more. History repeated itself; his brain lost control of his sphincter again, and the gas accumulated in his stomach for a while poured into Professor Quirrell's purple turban once more...

But this time, the absorption capacity of the purple turban seemed to have reached its limit; Allen had already begun to smell some unpleasant, head-rushing odors.

"Allen, are you okay!" Harry said with concern.

At this moment, Harry and Ron finally ran over; they wanted to help Allen up, but Allen clutched his stomach, struggled to stand on his own, and pushed them away, fearing they might smell something unpleasant.

"You don't need to worry about me; I probably need to find Madame Pomfrey today. You should hurry back with Percy!" Allen said with difficulty, clutching his stomach.

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, quickly made a decision, and went to join the first-year group led by Percy.

Allen's condition was not much better; he felt the gas in his stomach was still being generated constantly, and he wanted to go to the hospital wing to find Madame Pomfrey.

He struggled to take his first step...

But at this moment, a young wizard passing by pushed him, causing Allen to repeat the previous two incidents and sit on Professor Quirrell's purple turban for the third time.

Then, the gas accumulated in his stomach broke through the sphincter's limits for the third time...

Allen looked closely and realized it was Malfoy, who was smiling at him triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with the light of a small revenge achieved!

"This is the lesson Lord Malfoy gives you!" Malfoy said before quickly running into the crowd.

But Allen had no time to worry about these things; he only wanted to find Madame Pomfrey to solve his problem.

However, this time Allen felt Professor Quirrell's body tremble slightly, which startled him.

Was Professor Quirrell about to wake up?

Or was he unable to endure the stench any longer?

Just as Allen was lost in wild speculation, a familiar voice came from nearby: "Allen, why haven't you left yet?"

It turned out that Professor Dumbledore had also noticed the abnormality here and came over to check the situation.

Allen immediately no longer felt Professor Quirrell's body trembling; he couldn't help but suspect that he had just experienced a hallucination...

But he quickly dismissed this doubt; he struggled to explain his situation to Professor Dumbledore, naturally mentioning only that his stomach was uncomfortable, though by this time the reactions in his stomach were gradually subsiding.

Professor Dumbledore's sapphire-blue eyes gazed deeply at Allen through his half-moon spectacles; Allen kept his head down, daring not to meet his gaze.

Then he waved to call Hagrid over.

"Hagrid, take Mr. Finis to the hospital wing!" Professor Dumbledore said to Hagrid.

"Yes, Headmaster!" Hagrid stepped forward and scooped Allen up in his arms.

But a foul odor made him frown immediately. "What's going on? Why does this spot smell so bad!" Hagrid muttered quietly.

Allen quickly thought of an excuse and said, "Perhaps Professor Quirrell brought the troll's odor over..."

"Damn it!" Hagrid muttered quietly; he did not doubt this explanation at all, because Professor Quirrell usually emitted strange odors anyway.

"Allen, you will stay in the hospital wing today! It is still very safe there! Remember not to wander around!" This was Professor Dumbledore's instruction to Allen.

Allen quickly nodded in agreement, and then he was carried away by Hagrid.

The last image he saw was Professor Dumbledore covering his nose while checking on Professor Quirrell's condition...

Hagrid quickly brought him to the hospital wing.

Allen was made to drink another potion by Lady Pomfrey; this potion was far better than the last, and his symptoms quickly eased.

Soon after finishing the potion, Allen fell into sleep...

In his dream, he even saw Professor Quirrell's large purple turban...