With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

“That small reward alone cannot motivate me to work for the Ministry of Magic.” Levin calmly put away his wand, looking directly at the thin, haggard man in front of him.

I came here specifically to find you!

Sirius didn't understand Levin's meaning, but he soon did.

Caiwen slowly uttered a name:

"Peter Pettigrew!"

Upon hearing this, Sirius's pupils contracted, and he struggled violently, but the sturdy vines firmly suppressed his impulse.

Only then did he calm down again.

But his deep-set eyes were filled with madness.

"Where did you learn this name from?" Blake asked, enunciating each word clearly.

At the same time, a myriad of thoughts flashed through his mind.

Since this unfamiliar young wizard in front of him didn't intend to hand him over to the Ministry of Magic, and he knew Peter Pettigrew,

There is only one truth.

They've come to kill me!

Perhaps he is a relative of Peter's, or perhaps this little wizard's family died in the explosion thirteen years ago and he has come to seek revenge!

After all, only he and Peter know what happened back then...

Thinking of this, Sirius's face showed despair.

But Levin shoved a newspaper into his hand.

Blake looked closely and saw it was the front page of the Daily Prophet.

That wasn't the issue with his wanted poster and bounty, but an earlier one, from early July.

The notice stated that the Weasley family had won the annual grand prize and planned to use the money to travel to Egypt. A family photo of the Weasleys was also attached.

In the center of the family photo is the youngest son, Ron, with his pet mouse, Scabbers, perched on his shoulder.

The mouse is missing a finger on its right front paw.

Blake's chest heaved even more violently; if he hadn't been bound, he probably would have pounced on him immediately and torn the photos off the newspaper.

But now, he could only stare fiercely at the spotted face in the photo, as if he could devour it alive.

Then he looked at Levin, his tone much gentler:

"Kid, how much do you actually know?"

“There’s much more than you think.” Levin said in a dreamy tone, “I saw it on your Marauder’s Map. I was wondering why there was always a Peter Pettigrew next to Ron’s name. Later I found out its true identity: a rat, an illegal Annie just like you.”

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"Well, this is where things get interesting. Why would a hero in everyone's eyes, a recipient of the Order of Merlin, become a pet mouse, hiding among his friend's son's friends? The Dark Lord has been dead for over a decade, what is he afraid of? Perhaps you can give me the answer?"

In fact, although Levin had borrowed the Marauder's Map from the Weasley twins, he knew about Peter from his previous life.

The reason for saying this is simply to find a reason for their intelligence sources.

"He's a liar, a coward, a wimp! He betrayed our trust!" Sirius roared, his voice hoarse and furious. "He's the real Keeper of the Secret! He's the traitor! He killed James and Lily!"

“I guessed so,” Levin nodded. “But calm down, Blake, maybe I can help you catch him!”

"Why?" Blake stared at the young wizard.

Although he now believed that the other party was not there to arrest him, his experience of betrayal still made Blake vigilant.

"Because the Blake family is an ancient pure-blood family, the one with the most complete lineage and the best development among all the twenty-eight sacred clans—this was the case until the rise of the Dark Lord."

Levin smiled slightly and revealed his purpose.

“I guess this ancient family has accumulated a wealth of resources, and you are its only heir.”

Sirius Black immediately understood what the boy meant, relaxed slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want? The Black family's wealth?"

“No, no, no, I don’t need the Black family’s money.” Levin waved his hand, denying Black’s superficial idea. “I have countless amounts of money myself. I’m not interested in money, and I never care about money when making friends. After all, no one is as rich as me.”

Levin was telling the truth; ever since he got the Philosopher's Stone, he's never been short of money again.

More than 100 kilograms of gold are still hidden at the base of his tower.

Blake looked the boy over and believed what he said.

As the heir to a large family, even after being imprisoned in Azkaban for decades, he could tell at a glance that none of the other person's clothes were cheap.

Such a young wizard has the right to say that.

But this left Blake somewhat bewildered: "So what exactly do you want?"

Aside from money, he really couldn't think of anything else the Blake family had to offer that he could possibly want.

But Levin immediately made him realize his own shallowness:

“What I want is knowledge,” Levin said earnestly. “Specifically, all the treasures accumulated throughout the history of the Black family, especially all the books.”

Even after obtaining the profession of Arcane Mage, he wouldn't need to worry about learning magic at all.

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After all, you can learn all the core arcane magic as long as you level up.

But this did not prevent him from pursuing knowledge in other areas.

Learning and collecting knowledge can be addictive.

The magical world's library contains numerous unique copies, personal records, and irreplaceable spellbooks.

There is no single library that can contain most books—not even Hogwarts.

This means that a collection gathered through the efforts of generations of pure-blood families should contain many things that cannot be seen from the outside.

"You only want this much?" Blake still couldn't believe it; he even felt that the other party had asked for too little.

As expected of Gryffindor, wild boars can't stomach fine bran.

“But if you let go of me, I can easily find a way to catch it myself.”

Blake still didn't want to rely on others for revenge.

But Levin ruthlessly shattered his illusion: "No, you can't do it."

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“After Halloween, you alerted them. Hogwarts has put up tight security around you. You simply can’t get around all the checkpoints and measures to enter the Gryffindor common room and capture Peter Pettigrew.”

“They don’t know the truth. You’re a wanted criminal in everyone’s eyes. Dumbledore will arrest you, Professor McGonagall will arrest you, Snape would love for you to die, Professor Lupin sees you as an enemy, and even your dearest James’s son, Harry, thinks you are an enemy who betrayed your parents.”

"You see, not a single person is on your side, yet you want to overcome their obstacles and find Peter Pettigrew deep within Hogwarts?"

"What's more, he could blow up an entire street of Muggles back then, so he can blow up Hogwarts now. He could even kill Harry Potter one by one! You have to understand, Harry and his master Ron Weasley lived in the same dormitory for over two years!"

The more Levin spoke, the lower Blake's head went.

Poor Sirius, his fragile heart was repeatedly pierced by Levin.

Finally, Blake gritted his teeth and agreed to the deal: "Fine... I'll trust you this once. If you can successfully bring it over, I'll give you all the books and treasures in the Blake family."

“Then, the deal is done.” Levin nodded, waved his hand to loosen the vines binding him, and his tone became much calmer.

“So, as an ally and Harry’s friend, I suggest you rest and recuperate here. Don’t act rashly. You need to live to make Peter Pettigrew pay the price and to complete the deal.”

After saying that, he pulled a large box of chocolates from his pocket.

"I bought this in Hogsmeade a while ago, and now I'm giving it to you for a bargain. If you can stay here patiently, I'll bring you supplies every now and then."

After saying that, the boy waved and left the screaming shed.

Blake was left alone, sitting in the corner, lost in thought.

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Chapter 209 This era is called Levin Green

After returning to Hogwarts from the Shrieking Shack, Levine went to the infirmary to visit Harry.

Everyone he met along the way greeted him warmly and enthusiastically.

Many young wizards also asked him how they could join the study group class.

Levin consistently deflected the issue by citing the lack of sufficient space and resources, and the need to apply further to the principal.

Finally, he told them, "If you really can't wait, you can make suggestions to your headmaster or Dumbledore himself. If more people suggest it, perhaps the study group can be upgraded to an extracurricular club sooner."

Levin did this to put pressure on Dumbledore through the words of the young wizards.

After Professor Flitwick applied to the old bee but received no response for a long time, Levin figured out what was going on.

It's just that old Deng is too conservative and suspicious.

He wouldn't tolerate Dumbledore like this; he wanted to show him the voice of the people.

In the school infirmary, Levin saw Harry lying in a hospital bed, with Ron watching over him at the bedside.

Hermione was doing her homework at the small table next to her. When she saw Levin arrive, she immediately greeted him with delight, wanting to say something.

But Ron interrupted him with his sarcastic remarks.

"Levin, I didn't expect you to come to see Harry. You still remember him as a friend."

Hermione pursed her lips and retorted seriously, "Wake up, Ron! Levin was just a little late, he didn't do anything wrong to Harry! He's the hero who drove away the Dementors!"

Since the start of this semester, Hermione has noticed that she and Ron are arguing more often.

It wasn't just the conflict between her pet cat Crookshanks and Ron's pet mouse Scabbers.

It also stemmed from Ron's constant, inexplicable targeting of Levin, whom she liked.

"Harry, get well soon." Levin ignored Ron, who was arguing with Hermione, and handed Harry a box of honey candies.

"Thank you for coming, Levin."

Harry opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just accepted the candy.

Harry really wanted to tell Levin how he felt at that moment:

He saw the black dog again and again, the ominous sign that Sybil Trelawney had mentioned in the divination class.