Allen looked at Professor Snape in surprise. Professor Snape was indeed a professor. He had lifted the Silent Curse that he had cast on Snape so quickly!
Allen decisively removed the rope that was tied to Professor Snape.
"Professor Snape, it's great that you're willing to help."
Albert said respectfully as if he had just seen Professor Snape. It was as if he had never seen the person who had been tied to the ground.
An imperceptible smile flashed across Allen's face. His elder brother had been trained to be smooth and slick!
Professor Snape pursed his lips and walked toward Peter Pettigrew with a pale face.
"Snape, Professor Snape!" Pettigrew screamed. "If I'm the mysterious man's accomplice, why haven't I hurt Harry?"
Seeing that everyone was listening carefully, he raised his voice again.
"I've been in the same dormitory with him for three years, and I haven't touched a single hair on Harry's head! Why would I do that? "
"Let me tell you why," Blake shouted immediately.
"Because you've always been the kind of person who doesn't act until you see a rabbit. Lord Voldemort has been missing for twelve years. People say that he's half dead. You wouldn't stay in Abusi for a crippled and powerless wizard? You would kill someone right under Dumbledore's nose, wouldn't you? "
Under Blake's aggressive gaze, Pettigrew could not help but look away.
"You have to be sure that he's still the overlord before you go back to him, right? Otherwise, why would you find a wizard family to take you in? Because that way, you can listen to the news, right, Peter? If your old patron makes a comeback and the situation is safe, you can go back to him … "
Pettigrew's mouth opened a few times, as if he had lost the ability to speak.
Professor Snape grabbed Peter Pettigrew's chin and stopped him from dodging. He stared into Peter Pettigrew's eyes. His eyes shone and Pettigrew seemed to be fixed in place, unable to look away.
Professor Snape raised his wand with his other hand and drew out wisps of silver-white substance from Peter's temple.
Allen quickly rushed forward, took out a bottle, and caught the substance.
Finally, Professor Snape put down his wand and stared coldly at Pettigrew.
Allen looked at him worriedly. He was very afraid that Professor Snape would not be able to control himself and directly give him an Awada.
After all, the professor was a professor. He seemed to have been bounced up. He stood up abruptly and walked to the side without saying a word.
Allen heaved a sigh of relief. Little Shorty could not die now. Blake's innocence had not been completely proven yet.
Allen closed the bottle and wanted to give the bottle of memories to Albert.
But Albert shook his head and motioned for Allen to pass the bottle to Lloyd.
Lloyd accepted the bottle of memories without hesitation. If he guessed correctly, Foggy should be very willing to let him do this to prevent Crouch from tampering with Pettigrew's memories before the trial.
Pettigrew's face was ashen. He knew in his heart that the fact that he was still alive in this world was the biggest loophole, the most indisputable evidence.
Plus the extracted memories …
He shuddered, and began to sob so piteously that he could scarcely breathe.
He looked very scary, like a bald baby curled up on the ground.
But none of the people present showed any sympathy.
Allen could not tell if Pettigrew was crying out of regret or fear.
His attitude made the fury in Blake's eyes burn even brighter, and he even felt a wave of dizziness.
The disgusting wizard in front of him had once again awakened his heart-wrenching memories.
Blake's murderous intent intensified. He really wanted to cast an Avatar Death Curse.
The desire to kill invaded his body like an all-pervasive fever.
The two Aura who were in charge of supervising Sirius pressed down on his shoulders.
"Zombie Float," Albert commanded the two Aura who were in charge of escorting Pettigrew back to the Ministry of Magic.
Pettigrew's wrists, neck, and knees seemed to be fastened by invisible ropes. He was pulled to his feet, but his head still hung grotesquely, like a grotesque marionette, and his feet hung limply a few inches above the ground.
"Allen, you and Professor Snape better come back with us to the Ministry. As for Professor Dumbledore, the minister will explain it to him, "Albert said.
Allen nodded and silently walked beside Sirius.
Professor Snape was very happy. He wanted to see the trial with his own eyes and see Peter's ending.
Professor Snape also thought of Ron and Malfoy, but that tunnel led to the Screaming Shack, so they could naturally leave on their own. Perhaps they had already returned to the dormitory.
He could never imagine the situation Malfoy and Ron were in right now.
What Malfoy and Ron rubbed against the bottom of the Whaling Willow's roots was not melted snow or rotten leaves at all.
It was a powerful laxative that the twins had developed.
This pair of naughty brothers would never have thought that they would splash the residue of the failed laxative at the roots of the Whaling Willow for convenience and privacy. Because generally, no one would come here, and no one would touch the Whaling Willow. This way, they could avoid the danger of touching the residue.
But what they did not expect was that they would unintentionally harm their own brothers.
Malfoy and Ron could hardly suppress the physiological impulse.
One of them could not control it, and Ron released an earth-shattering, ghost-crying, natural gas of heaven and earth.
His robe seemed to be quickly lifted by this torrent and fell down quickly.
Malfoy covered his nose in disgust, and his contemptuous gaze instantly made Ron furious.
Ron's face seemed to be burning with a raging fire, almost as red as his hair.
He did not know whether it was out of shame or anger, but in a hurry, he actually pounced on Malfoy, and the two wrestled together.
Although Malfoy was shocked, he was not afraid at all. Instead, because of his competitiveness, he threw himself into the fight with Ron.
In the rage, the tunnel was filled with thunderous spurts.
The stench filled the entire tunnel, and the two were almost vomiting, but they were like two red-eyed roosters, neither of them willing to be outdone.
Malfoy wanted to use his magic wand to clean it up, but in the chaos just now, the two's magic wands were long gone, hidden in the darkness, hidden in the filth.
Allen and the others quickly withdrew from the Forbidden Forest.
Allen looked at Blake worriedly. If this reckless big dog got excited, got rid of Aura, and really killed Dwarf, he would be happy, but the deal between him and himself would be ruined.
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