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

To make matters worse, these fried snails seem to have some "minor flaws" in their diet.

Simply put, as soon as one slug "spits out" its droppings, the other slugs will swarm to eat them.

And it's usually accompanied by screaming, scratching, and fighting, as if they're fighting over some delicacy.

No wonder there was hardly any feces of the tamarinus in the wooden box.

Ya Ya watched anxiously from the side, barking and growling as if she also wanted to taste this "delicious" food.

This reminded Levin of capybaras.

Their digestive system is defective, and their feces are rich in nutrients, which many animals like to eat.

Furthermore, capybara feces are very high in protein, with crude protein accounting for about 15%.

Slightly lower than beef.

Food becomes even more delicious after it undergoes slight fermentation in the stomach.

Therefore, some jaguars don't eat capybaras, but instead wait to eat their feces.

After all, there's a difference between being full at one meal and being full at every other meal.

And the feces of the fried snails... have actually become their food.

They look like they're eating, but they're actually cooking.

However, the blasting-tailed snail is also dangerous, as its tail can explode.

A moment later, Levin heard his roommate Steve scream.

"Its tail exploded and it hurt me!"

He angrily found Hagrid and showed him the blast wound on his hand.

"If you try to steal its droppings, of course it will attack you!" Hagrid shouted a warning. "Don't even try to eat those droppings! That's not a chocolate frog!"

Steve's face turned bright red. "I didn't eat it, I just wanted to pick it up and take a look!"

But nobody believed him.

After class, Levin eagerly sought out Hagrid.

"Hagrid, where did you put that manticore?" he asked curiously.

Don't get me wrong, he wasn't interested in the tadpoles themselves, but rather wanted to see their mother.

Levin has never seen a manticore before.

"Oh, that little fellow is resting in a cave in the Forbidden Forest," Hagrid said with a smile, stroking his unkempt beard.

"It was so tiring during that time. It took me twenty fire crabs to get it pregnant... thirteen babies in one litter... It was really tough."

Twenty fire crabs against one scorpion lion?

Levin was stunned.

Despite being a rather brutal and evil magical creature, the manticore...

But in Levin's mind at this moment, she was no different from a naive and ignorant little girl.

Levin imagined herself sitting naked on a sofa, completely unaware of what the evil director Hagrid had arranged.

I thought something good was about to happen.

But standing up behind her was a whole row of burly black men.

Hagrid, you're a real beast!

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Chapter 296 The Weasel and the Toad

Levin had no intention of visiting the scorpion until he could forget those terrible memories.

Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee that he would recall that famous scene when he saw the manticore.

It's really an eyesore.

When Levin returned to the castle, he could hear arguing coming from the entrance hall.

That signature shrill voice—you could tell it was Draco Malfoy again.

He felt that Levin and Ron had fallen out, and that he had become Levin's friend—at least that's what he thought—and immediately felt like he was in a great position again.

A smug Malfoy then began to cause trouble for Ron and Harry.

“Your father’s in the newspaper, Weasley!” Malfoy said, waving a copy of the Daily Prophet and speaking loudly enough for everyone crowded in the hallway to hear. “Listen to this!”

The newspaper reported that Arnold Weasley was ordered to own a flying car two years ago and was involved yesterday in a dispute with several Muggle law enforcement officers ("police") in order to assist Mad-Eye Moody.

This retired Auror seemed to suffer from persecution complex and got into a conflict with the Muggle police, resulting in Arnold Weasley having to use the Oblivion Charm.

No wonder Moody's arrived so late yesterday.

"Think about it, Weasley, they didn't even spell your father's name right. He was a nobody, wasn't he?" Malfoy said loudly with schadenfreude.

"Ha, Malfoy, seeing how obsequious you were to Levin this morning, did you find the taste of receiving your master's approval sweet?"

Ron retorted, "Look at you back then, you were like a wagging-tailed lapdog!"

“Ron, I remember seeing a pug at the World Cup, bowing and scraping to everyone who passed by in the VIP box, as if afraid of missing any opportunity to please its master. That pug, that must have been your brother Percy, right?” Draco glanced at Ron, drawing out his words.

The crowd in the foyer began to gather to watch the standoff, and Ron gripped his wand tightly in anger.

“Malfoy, shut up!” Harry interrupted. “Ron, calm down.”

"Oh, by the way, Potter, you stayed with them this summer, didn't you?" Malfoy said sarcastically. "Then tell me, did his brother idolize you, calling you a savior?"

Harry scoffed, "And you, Malfoy? The way you look at Levin is like a hungry lapdog seeing a bone. Do you dare admit that your fawning over Levin is just hoping he'll throw you a bone?"

Malfoy's face turned from pale to flushed, and he glared angrily at Harry:

"Potter, how dare you insult me ​​like that, insult Levin? The respect I have for Levin is something you can't possibly understand."

“Then shut your fat mouth.” Harry said, frowning, glancing at Levin beside him, and turning away.

boom!

Several people screamed.

Levin scoffed, and Draco needed to improve his spell accuracy, aiming at Ron but almost hitting Harry instead.

Then, another loud bang was heard. Bang! A roar echoed in the hallway.

"Oh, you mustn't do that, kid!"

Everyone turned quickly, and Professor Moody limped down the marble stairs. He held his wand in his hand, pointing it at a snow-white weasel trembling on the stone-paved ground—the very spot where Malfoy had just stood.

A terrible silence fell over the hallway. Moody turned to look at Harry—at least, his one normal eye was looking at Harry, while the other eye seemed to be inside his head.

"Did he hurt you?" Moody asked angrily, his voice low and hoarse.

"No," said Harry, "it missed."

"Don't touch it!" Moody yelled.

"Don't touch—what?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"I'm not talking about you—I'm talking about him!" Moody roared again, raising his thumb and pointing at Crabbe over his shoulder. Crabbe was about to pick up the weasel, but he was so frightened that he froze on the spot.

Moody's eyes, which moved around constantly, seemed to have a magical power, allowing him to see things behind his head.

Moody began to limp toward Crabbe, Goyle, and the weasel. The weasel cried out in alarm and ran away toward the underground classroom.

"I refuse to believe this nonsense!" Moody roared, pointing his wand at the weasel again—the weasel suddenly rose ten feet into the air, crashed to the ground with a thud, and then suddenly rose up again.

“I despise people who attack others behind their backs,” Moody said gruffly—at which point the weasel leaped higher, screeching in pain, “that’s the dirtiest, most despicable thing to do, it’s the act of a coward…”

The weasel leaped into the air, its four legs and tail flailing wildly in despair.

“Never again—never again—do that—” Moody said, sticking out his tongue. Every time the weasel fell to the stone ground and then suddenly jumped up, he would say a word.

Bang! Another loud noise rang out, but it wasn't Malfoy.

Everyone turned to look at where Professor Moody had just been. A one-eyed toad was crawling on the floor, struggling to move its short legs, trying to escape the scene.

Seeing everyone's gaze, the toad seemed enraged and croaked.

The young wizards in the hall couldn't help but laugh, but remembering the toad's identity, they immediately suppressed their laughter.

Levin stepped forward, pointing his wand at the toad.

The toad suddenly floated in the air, at exactly the same height as the weasel had been, then with a thud, it fell headfirst to the ground, and then suddenly rose up again. The bumps on its back had begun to secrete the characteristic thick fluid, making it look extremely disgusting.

Draco Malfoy, still in his weasel form, looked up at the toad suffering the same fate. Ignoring the pain, he immediately stood up, his tiny eyes fixed on the flying toad, but his constantly wagging tail seemed to tell of his excitement.

"I have the utmost dislike for people who attack others behind their backs and bully the weak."

Levin deliberately imitated Moody's tone of voice, then said in a sarcastic tone...

"How does it feel to revisit this form after leaving the Ministry of Magic? It seems you've indeed learned some tricks after your defeat against Cirira. For example, [Malice Polymorph] is quite useful for bullying the weak, isn't it?"

He knew, of course, that the Moody in front of him was not the real Moody.

But it's all the same.

"Revisit?"

"Defeated by Cerira?"

The young wizards watching immediately realized they had overheard some juicy gossip.

Soon, a young wizard whose relative worked at the Ministry of Magic shared the gossip that had happened in the Auror's office.

"Unexpectedly, besides playing in the World Cup with Levin during the summer vacation, Ciriara Rayanlen also became an Auror."

"He only became an Auror two months ago, and he already beat up a veteran Auror. That's impressive!"

"The principal also said that Moody retired with honor... I guess he retired in disgrace because he lost to the younger generation and was utterly humiliated."

The young wizards whispered amongst themselves, their gazes towards Moody unconsciously carrying a hint of mockery.

Just then, a stern voice rang out, interrupting the grand spectacle.

"Levin Green!"