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

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Professor Snape grabbed Peter Pettigrew's chin to prevent him from dodging, then took a medicine bottle from his pocket, opened the cap with one hand, and shoved it into the other's mouth.

Judging from his actions, it was as if he wanted to pour the entire bottle of truth serum into Peter's mouth.

In the end, he restrained himself and poured in only 5 drops.

Then Levin saw that Peter began to lose focus and become absent-minded.

So Levin also made his move, raising his wand and pressing the tip against Peter Pettigrew. Just as he had done with Black, he drew strands of silvery-white substance from Peter's forehead and put them into a bottle.

Beside him, Snape continued to stare coldly at Pettigrew.

That fierce look in his eyes made Levin worry that he might lose control and give Little Pettigrew an Avada Kedavra bite at any moment...

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But Snape is Snape after all.

He eventually calmed down and returned to the corner without saying a word.

With the evidence in hand, Levin handed the two bottles of memories to Tonks.

Seeing this, Pettigrew's face grew even more ashen.

He knew in his heart that as long as he was alive, this was the biggest flaw.

In addition to the extracted memories…

He was trembling all over, sobbing mournfully, and could barely breathe.

He looked terrifying, like a bald baby curled up on the ground.

But no one present showed any sympathy.

Blake glared at him fiercely, his murderous expression prompting the Auror guarding him to instinctively press down on his shoulder.

Levin released the vines from their restraints and handed Peter Pettigrew over to the Aurors for arrest.

"Zombie Drift." Tonks directed the two Aurors, who were specifically responsible for escorting Pettigrew back to the Ministry of Magic to report.

It seems like there are invisible ropes binding it.

Peter Pettigrew was pulled into a standing position on his wrists, neck, and knees, still unpleasantly drooping his head like a grotesque puppet.

His feet were a few inches off the ground, dangling limply.

“Levin, you and Professor Snape need to come back to the Ministry of Magic with us as key witnesses,” Tonks reminded him. “As for Headmaster Dumbledore, the Minister will explain.”

Levin nodded; this was something he had expected.

Professor Snape was also very happy; he wanted to see Peter Pettigrew on trial with his own eyes.

Chapter 229 Truly, it's like being beaten to a pulp.

Before leaving, Professor Snape suddenly thought of his two students.

Ron and Malfoy,

What will they do if I leave like this?

However, after a moment's thought, he gave up on going back to find them.

Although the escape route was blocked by the Willow Tree, the other end of this passage led to the Screaming Shack.

Moreover, his binding spell has a time limit; once the spell is automatically lifted, the two of them will naturally be able to leave.

He could never have imagined Draco and Ron's current predicament.

The diarrhea potion that Levin casually scattered had completely evaporated into the air and had been inhaled by the two immobilized little wizards for some time.

At that moment, Malfoy and Ron could hardly suppress their physical urges.

Finally, Ron was the first to lose control and decided to let out some gas.

But sometimes, Schrödinger's farts have a penchant for "smuggling away" (i.e., deliberately escaping).

He never expected that what he had held back for so long would actually be a "watery fart"!

Upon hearing the loud, watery fart, Draco Malfoy covered his nose in disgust.

He could tell that the fart he just heard was more than just a fart.

Being looked at like that by his mortal enemy, Ron's face instantly turned as red as his hair, as if a ball of fire was burning inside.

By the time the two lay down, the binding spell had begun to loosen.

I don't know if it was out of shame for having diarrhea, or anger at being watched by an enemy,

In his haste, Ron accidentally bumped into Draco, and the two maggots began to wrestle together.

Malfoy was taken aback by the heavy blow.

But what was even more surprising was his sphincter muscles, which were almost giving way.

Ron's impact was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The muscles that had been kept taut under his strict control out of respect for the Malfoy family were now finally about to give way.

Then a thunderous exhaust sound arose, mixed with the sound of water.

Malfoy really got beaten to a pulp.

Seeing that his attack had such an effect, Ron was overjoyed.

Serves you right for laughing at me.

Aren't you just like me now?

As for Malfoy

His face was contorted at that moment.

His pureblood pride, the dignity of the Malfoy family, and his fragile self-esteem all vanished in that one blow.

He was just someone who got beaten to a pulp by his mortal enemy...

The intense humiliation almost consumed him.

Ron's move not only shattered Malfoy's last shred of pride, but also broke the shackles binding him.

At this moment, he didn't care about face, arrogance, or dignity anymore.

All he cared about was getting revenge on the culprit who caused all of this—Ron!

Immediately, Malfoy, ignoring the churning water in his stomach, roared and launched a counterattack against Ron.

Ron, naturally, wasn't going to back down either, and he started fighting Malfoy without regard for the consequences.

Both of them saw each other's weakness and, without prior agreement, chose to attack each other's stomachs first.

Thus, inside the tunnel at the entrance, sounds of fighting, cursing, and thunderous sprays rose and fell.

A foul stench immediately filled the entire tunnel.

The two were soon gagging from the stench, but the adrenaline reduced their physiological response, so they became like two mad dogs with bloodshot eyes, trying to make the other suffer despite the stench.

Actually, both young wizards had considered using their wands to cast a spell like "Cleanse" or something similar.

However, during their fight, the wand had long since disappeared. It was pitch black all around, and the two had no way to find it in the dark. They could only focus on defeating each other, leaving the wand lying in a corner, eventually covered by the gushing filth.

The pungent stench permeated not only the surrounding area but also extended into the passageway below.

Unfortunately, Snape didn't smell the products of his two good students.

Because they are no longer here.

Levin reopened the portal, and the group arrived at the British Ministry of Magic.

Tonks gestured for Levin and Snape to follow him, while the middle-aged Auror followed behind them.

The other Aurors escorted Black and Peter away.

Tonks then led Levin and the others by elevator to the first floor, which was the Minister of Magic's office and logistics department.

The group walked along a thickly carpeted corridor, passing one gleaming wooden door after another. Each door had a small sign indicating the name and position of the person inside.

After turning a corner and walking for a while, the passageway led to a spacious area, where a gleaming mahogany door stood.

Where the peephole was placed on the Muggle door, a large, round eyeball with a bright blue iris was inlaid in the mahogany.

That was a magic eyeball.

According to Tonks, this eyeball allows people in the office to see visiting guests and also has a certain security screening function.

It's basically equivalent to a combination of surveillance and security screening equipment.

The sign below the eyeball reads: Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic.

Tonks knocked politely and was granted permission to enter.

Upon opening the door, Levin saw Gianna Proudmoore sitting in a chair opposite the minister's desk, smiling at them. As soon as she saw Levin, she gave him a flirtatious wink.

The current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, sat at the very back, wearing his usual pinstripe cloak.

Upon seeing the group, Fudge stood up and politely shook hands with Professor Snape.

Then, his gaze fell on Levin, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

But Levin could sense the politician's hidden scheming beneath his smile.

"Ah, Levin Green, we meet again!" Fudge flashed a bright smile, appearing quite approachable. "As expected of Hogwarts's finest student, you always manage to surprise us!"

"Thank you, Minister Fudge."

Even if he looked down on the other person in his heart, Levin remained humble and polite on the surface.

Since the decision has been made to seize control of the magic world of the Underworld through internal subversion, then the outward appearances must be carefully maintained.

“Ms. Proudmore said that you were the one who discovered Sirius Black and Peter, is that right?” Fudge asked in a friendly tone.

Levin nodded, but before he could explain anything, he was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

The newcomer was a man in his fifties, with a straight back and stiff movements. His short mustache looked as if it had been trimmed with a ruler, clearly indicating that he was a meticulous man. His expression was extremely serious, making it immediately clear that he was a difficult wizard to talk to.

But Levin noticed that the other man's suit was not neat, but rather wrinkled, his tie was undone, and his shoes were covered in dust—all of which were quite different from his usual strict demeanor.

Clearly, this man had rushed over and didn't have time to tidy up his appearance.