Chapter 518: Charlie’s Help
Because of a Dungbomb that seemed to appear out of nowhere, the entire Quidditch Pitch was instantly transformed into a revolting mess.
Karkaroff frantically conjured water with his wand, repeatedly rinsing his mouth, but it did little to alleviate the horror. The new version of the Dungbomb had brilliantly resolved its previous flaw of being easy to clean, boasting improved adhesion to its putrid taste. Even detergent struggled to remove it, making rinsing with mere water entirely futile.
Karkaroff was beside himself with anxiety and fury, but every time he tried to speak, the overwhelming stench rendered him dizzy and speechless. His attempts at communication were reduced to fragmented grunts and gasps.
"Oh, what did you say?" Dumbledore asked, stepping forward in what looked like a show of concern.
Karkaroff clamped his lips shut, trying desperately to articulate his indignation.
"Yes, you're right, this is really too much," Dumbledore declared to the gathering, interpreting—or perhaps deliberately misinterpreting—Karkaroff's incoherent mutterings. He turned to the crowd and added, "Professor Karkaroff asked me to remind everyone that dangerous magical items like Dungbombs, which could explode in a crowd, are strictly prohibited at future matches."
"Woof... woof..." Karkaroff sputtered indignantly, his neck craning in frustration. He had, in fact, tried to demand severe punishment for the culprit, but Dumbledore's version reduced his anger to a mild warning.
"Mr. Karkaroff, try this," a voice called out as someone pushed through the crowd. It was Filch, thrusting a large bottle into Karkaroff's hands. "This is Mrs. Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover. Just the thing to clean your mouth."
Clean his mouth with a mess remover? Karkaroff's eyes bulged with fury, his dignity thoroughly insulted. He trembled with anger, glaring at Filch, who seemed oblivious to the offense he had caused.