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

Professor McGonagall was coming down the marble stairs, holding a stack of books in her arms.

“Hello, Professor McGonagall,” Levin said calmly, with the toad still floating in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall asked, her gaze following the toad floating in mid-air.

“Teach them a lesson,” Levin said.

“A lesson—what, Levin, was that a student?” Professor McGonagall exclaimed, the books in her arms falling to the ground.

“No,” Levin said.

Professor McGonagall let out a soft sigh, but Levin's next words made her immediately purse her lips.

“It’s Professor Moody,” Levin said.

“Good heavens!” Professor McGonagall exclaimed, then said sternly, “Levin Green, restore Professor Moody immediately.”

“Professor McGonagall, Moody, as a professor, actually subjected Malfoy, a student, to illegal corporal punishment, turning him into a weasel. I merely did to Professor Moody what he did to Malfoy.”

As he spoke, Levin pointed to his feet.

A weasel, its eyes brimming with tears, looked at Professor McGonagall with an innocent expression.

“But that doesn’t give a student a reason to attack a professor. You should report it to the professor first!” Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her face serious and her tone stern.

“I’m sorry, Professor McGonagall. I’m not disciplining a professor who has broken the rules as a student, but as a member of the Board of Trustees.” Levin narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, “The newly appointed Board of Trustees of Hogwarts, Ms. Cattrana Presto, has requested that I act on her behalf as a member of the Board of Trustees.”

"However, since Professor McGonagall has spoken, the punishment ends here."

Having said that, Levin lifted the weasel by the back of its neck, waved his wand, and made the toad realize that he had kissed the toad right in front of it.

Ron immediately tried to shove the toad away, but accidentally threw Professor Moody into the distant bushes.

Then, with a loud "whoosh," he grabbed Harry, his chest heaving violently, and vomited violently onto the ground, almost bringing up bile.

Those around him made disgusted noises and immediately moved away.

McGonagall didn't have time to worry about Ron; she hurriedly ran into the bushes to look for toads.

Levin then gently pointed his wand at the weasel.

The weasel immediately transformed into Draco Malfoy.

He curled up in a ball, lying on the stone floor, his smooth, pale yellow hair draped over his face, which was now bright red.

After a while, he stood up, looking shaky.

Crabbe and Gore immediately rushed over like lapdogs and took him to the school infirmary.

Seeing that there was nothing to see, the young wizards who had been watching scattered.

Chapter 297 Barty Crouch Jr.

Although the farce ended with Levin avenging Malfoy, Levin still has follow-up troubles to deal with.

That afternoon, Levin received a message from Dumbledore, inviting him to the headmaster's office that evening for a chat.

Old bees are always causing trouble.

To avoid trouble, Levin summoned his maid.

Orianna answered the call: "Clockwork Maid, awaiting your master's command."

“Oriana, release your drone and help me monitor someone.”

As he spoke, Levin used illusion magic to show Orianna Moody's appearance.

"Command received."

Orianna bowed slightly.

She stretched out her arm, and a gash suddenly appeared on what looked like a normal girl's arm. Several wind-up scouts, each the size of a mosquito, flapped their wings. These scouts possessed the ability to become invisible.

Levin entered a map of Hogwarts into Orianna's data, which allowed her to easily find Moody.

“Keep the surveillance on,” Levin ordered. “Contact me when Moody returns to his office.”

“Yes, Master.” Orianna accepted the order.

After dinner, Levin received a message from Orianna.

He immediately returned to the tower and found Orianna.

The clockwork maid emitted holographic lasers from her eyes, projecting images of the clockwork scouts.

In the video, Levin sees Moody.

He walked quickly through the castle corridors and soon returned to his office.

He carefully locked the door, mysteriously took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and walked towards a mysterious box.

This box was unusual; it had seven locks on it. He smoothly inserted the seventh key into the lock, and the box slowly opened.

Surprisingly, a deep pit was hidden at the bottom of the box, resembling a hidden basement, about three meters deep.

In this dark basement, a person lay quietly, emaciated, as if asleep.

It's the real Mad-Eye Moody.

His wooden legs were gone, the eyelids that should have been demonic eyes were empty, and his gray hair was missing a few tufts, making him look even more desolate.

The Moody who opened the box was definitely an imposter.

The fake Mu Di's face changed; the scars gradually disappeared, his skin became smooth, his broken nose miraculously recovered, and his long gray hair instantly became shorter, turning into a bright pale yellow.

Suddenly, with a loud crash, the wooden leg hit the ground, and a real leg grew out.

Then, the magical eyeball broke free from its socket, and a real eyeball took its place.

The magic eyeball rolled on the ground, still flashing with an eerie magical light.

“Barty Crouch Jr., it really is him.” Levin recognized the man’s true identity at a glance.

Although Levin never met Crouch Jr. in person, he was an old acquaintance of his father, Barty Crouch Sr.

Crouch and his son look very similar, but their expressions are quite different.

Mr. Crouch Sr. had a serious expression, while Crouch Jr. exuded a stubborn air about him.

Crouch Jr. impatiently kicked away the prosthetic leg, a cruel and insane glint in his eyes. He deftly pushed off with his hand and nimbly jumped into the bottom of the box.

Hearing the noise, Moody, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes.

His appearance was utterly wretched, with black bloodstains covering half of his face.

He squinted, looking mockingly at Crouch's bruised face and disheveled hair, and said sarcastically, "Were you plucked too?"

Moody's maniacal laughter mingled with violent coughing.

Enraged, Crouch Jr. strode over to Moody, who was curled up on the ground, and kicked him hard.

Moody let out a barely audible curse, which made Crouch Jr.'s face contort even more. He swiftly drew his wand and pointed it at Moody:

"【Heart-piercing and bone-scraping】."

Using the Crucible Curse at the slightest disagreement is truly cruel.

Moody gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain throughout his body, and lay there motionless, as if he were dead.

Crouch Jr.'s eyes gradually turned crazed:

"【Heart-Piercing Curse】." He cast the Heart-Piercing Curse once again.

Moody finally couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, his body convulsing from extreme pain.

His fists were clenched, and his pale nails and fingers were stained with red spots.

“Levin Green, when my master returns, I will have him hand you over to me,” Crouch roared. “I will rip out all your nerves and turn you into a living puppet, unable to live or die.”

"Levin Green? He's the one who turned you into this? Hahaha!"

Moody suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.

"A guy who can't even beat a player, you think you can cause trouble under Dumbledore's nose? I'll wait for you to be executed by the Dementors!"

Crouch was hit where it hurt, and he retorted, "And what about you? Weren't you also turned into a toad by another player? They seem to be partners on the field."

He felt deeply ashamed of being turned into a toad, and hated not only the direct culprit Levin, but also Moody, who had implicated him.

After saying that, Crouch delivered another Cruciatus Crush to Moody, plucked a tuft of hair from his body, and then, ignoring Moody who was trembling with pain, jumped out of the box and returned to his office.

He picked up a bottle and took a big gulp of liquor.

Gradually, his face began to change, and it transformed back into Moody's appearance.

Levin got the answer he wanted and had Orianna end the projection.

Upon returning to Hogwarts, he went straight to the headmaster's office.

"Tredy's Cauldron Cake," Levin said, uttering the password Dumbledore had given him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the stone beast statue leaped away from the principal's office door, revealing an automatic rotating staircase. Levin, seeing this, went up the stairs.

Levin gently grasped the griffin-shaped brass door knocker, and with a slight twist, the oak door opened.

Inside the room, exquisite silverwares were displayed on a table with long, slender legs. They seemed to come alive, spinning quietly and emitting wisps of smoke.

The portraits of the male and female principals are both snoring in the frames, their heads lazily leaning back in the armchairs or against the side of the portraits, as if they are asleep.

Phineas Black's voice broke the silence. Uncharacteristically, he said earnestly, "Oh, it's Mr. Levin Green. Welcome to the principal's office. I want to thank you for clearing my useless great-great-grandson's name and giving hope to our Black family."

Levin smiled slightly after hearing this: "You're too kind. Sirius has already given me enough compensation."

He responded politely, maintaining respect and decorum even though the other party was just a portrait.

Suddenly, bright green flames burst forth from the empty fireplace, and Dumbledore's tall figure emerged from the fire.

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He looked at Levin with a smile: "Good evening, Mr. Green. Perhaps you'd like some Tweedy's Cauldron Cake before we chat?"

After saying that, he calmly stepped out of the fireplace and invited Levin to sit across from the principal's table.

Despite watching the food fly onto the long table, Levin had no appetite whatsoever.

As Dumbledore prepared the food, he kept glancing at Levin, but the boy seemed oblivious to his gaze, calmly using a bit of Arcane Trick to conjure some ice from his pumpkin juice.

Dumbledore sighed deeply.