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IT WAS A ZOMBIE HAND!
Grayson could only stare in AWE at the hand that Flamsteed had brought along. He still didn't understand what he was doing here but whatever. There was a ZOMBIE HAND present. None of the minor details mattered. The Slytherin sat up a little to get a better view of the hand. Brilliant. Just brilliant. He was going to make sure to have a look at it later. Maybe at the end of the class.
Does the smell of a zombie mask your smell from other zombies? This was easy. The hand went up in the air as the fourth year reluctantly shifted his gaze from the arm to the Professor. "No," he started bluntly, "Okay, here's my theory. It's like what some of the others have said: you're still flesh and brains and the zombies will come after that. But maybe the zombie smell could, you know, mask it for a bit. Maybe the smell of your flesh wouldn't be as strong because there'd be the smell of a rotten corpse on you as well."
Was that right? Eh.
"Maaaaaaaaybe," Looks like he wasn't done. "It's just something that could buy you some time to go and hide. Delay your capture." Uh huh. Right ray of sunshine he was today.
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