"No, it's okay. With my luck we'd get in trouble and I'd get detention with Sluggy or something cleaning out cauldrons." He wrinkled his nose. "I still smell like - Oh, right, I should say. Sorry if I smell a little. Got a cauldron full of muck dumped on me a few days ago."
The smell was almost entirely gone, really. He'd gone to Professor Spout who'd given him a cream that helped. He was just a little paranoid about it after Evie told him he smelled like something had farted out a dead foot.