Alan looked at Professor Snape in surprise, he really deserved to be a professor, and he actually lifted the stunner spell he had put on him so quickly!

Alan decisively removed the rope that had tied Professor Snape. ◢ With * dream * small ◢.1a

"Professor Snape, it's good that you're willing to do it. ”

Albert said respectfully as if he had just seen Professor Snape. It was as if he hadn't seen the man who had been tied to the ground before.

Allen's face couldn't help but pass a smile that was imperceptible to others, his eldest brother had been trained to be sleek!

Professor Snape pursed his lips and walked grimly towards Peter Pettigrew.

"Snape, Professor Snape!" Pettigrew screamed, "If I'm an accomplice to the Mystery, why haven't I hurt Harry all the time?"

Seeing that everyone was listening, his voice was raised again.

"I've been in the same dorm room with him for three years, and I haven't touched a hair from Harry!

"I'll tell you why," Blake shouted right after.

"Because you never saw a rabbit or a hawk. Voldemort has been missing for twelve years, and people say he is half dead. You're not going to kill Albus Dumbledore for the sake of a crippled, disgraced wizard, are you?"

In Blake's aggressive gaze, Pettigrew couldn't help but look away.

"You'll have to make sure he's still the biggest overlord before you go back with him, won't you? Why would you find a wizarding family to take you in? Because you can listen to the news with your ears pricked up, isn't it, Peter, if your old patron makes a comeback and the situation is safe, you go back to ...... with him."

Pettigrew's mouth opened a few times and seemed to lose the ability to speak.

Professor Snape grabbed Peter Pettigrew by the jaw to prevent him from dodging, and looked into his eyes, his eyes shining so brightly that Pettigrew seemed to be frozen and unable to take his eyes off it.

Professor Snape's other hand raised his wand, and wisps of silvery-white substance were drawn from Peter Pettigrew's temple.

Alan hurriedly jumped forward, took out a bottle, and caught the substances.

Finally, Professor Snape lowered his wand and stared at Pettigrew with a cold look in his eyes.

Alan looked at him worriedly, very afraid that Professor Snape would not be able to restrain himself and give Pettigrew an Arvada.

The professor was a professor after all, and as if he had been bounced up, he stood abruptly and stepped aside without saying a word.

Alan secretly sighed to himself, Pettigrew can't die now, and Blake's innocence hasn't been fully proven.

Alan capped the bottle and wanted to give it to Albert.

But Albert shook his head and motioned for Alan to hand the bottle to Lloyd.

Lloyd unceremoniously accepted the vial memory. If he hadn't guessed wrong, Fudge would have been willing to do so, so that Crouch would have tampered with Pettigrew's memories before he was tried.

Pettigrew's face was ashen, and he knew in his heart that he was still alive in this world, and this was the biggest flaw, and it was hard to deny evidence.

Plus the extracted memories......

He trembled and whimpered mournfully, almost out of breath.

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

But none of the people present would show sympathy.

Alan didn't dare to determine whether Pettigrew was crying out of remorse or fear.

And his gesture made the anger in Blake's eyes even stronger, and he even felt a burst of dizziness.

The disgusting wizard in front of him evoked his heart-rending memories again.

Blake is even more murderous, and he's desperate to cast an Arvada Death Curse.

The murderous ** invaded his body like a pervasive high fever.

The two Aurors in charge of overseeing Sirius pressed his shoulders to death.

"Zombies are flying. Albert commanded two Aurors who were responsible for escorting Pettigrew to return to the Ministry of Magic.

Pettigrew had an invisible rope tied to his wrists, neck, and knees, and he was pulled to his feet, but his head was still unsightly dangling, like a grotesque puppet, his feet hanging limply a few inches from the ground.

"Alan, you and Professor Snape would better go back to the ministry with us. As for Professor Dumbledore, the Minister will explain. Albert said.

Alan nodded, and walked silently next to Sirius.

Professor Snape was more than happy to see the trial and see the end of Peter Pettigrew with his own eyes.

Professor Snape thought of Ron and Malfoy, too, but the tunnel was leading to the Screaming Shack, so they could get out on their own. Maybe they're all back in their dorms by now.

He could never have imagined Malfoy and Ron's situation at this point.

What Malfoy and Ron rubbed against the base of the beating willow tree was not melted snow or rotting leaves.

Rather, it was a powerful laxative developed by the twin brothers.

The mischievous brothers would never have imagined that they had sprinkled the residue of a laxative that they had failed to develop on the roots of the beating willow for convenience and secrecy, because no one usually came here, let alone touched the beating willow, so as to avoid the danger of touching the residue.

But what I didn't expect was that I would inadvertently pit my biological brother.

Malfoy and Ron simply couldn't resist that physical urge.

One couldn't control it, and Ron let out an earth-shattering, ghost-weeping—well, natural breath of heaven and earth.

His robes seemed to be lifted and fallen quickly by this torrent.

Malfoy covered his nose in disgust, and the contemptuous gaze instantly made Ron furious.

Ron's face felt like a fire was burning, almost as red as his hair.

I don't know if it was out of shame or annoyance, but in a hurry, he pounced on Malfoy's body at once, and the two of them scuffled together.

Malfoy was taken aback, but he was not afraid at all, and instead threw himself into the fight with Ron because of his competitiveness.

In the midst of the rage, thunderous jets continued to sound in the tunnel.

The stench permeated the entire tunnel, and the two of them were almost disgusted by the smoke, but they were like two big roosters with red eyes, and neither of them was to be outdone.

Malfoy wanted to clean it up with his wand, but in the chaos just now, the wands of the two had long since disappeared, hidden in the darkness, hidden in a cloud of filth.

Eren and his party quickly evacuated from the Forbidden Forest.

Alan looked at Blake worriedly, if this reckless big dog got excited, got rid of the Aurors, and really killed Pettigrew, he would be happy, but the deal between him and himself would be ruined.

Alan didn't want to work for nothing.