Chapter 277: On the first

Allen looked at Professor Snape in surprise. He was indeed a half-blood prince, and he was so quick to release the curse he had imposed on him.
"But why did you pour a half bottle of Barty Jr. in the original future interrogation? Crouch..." Shaking his head, Allen stopped his cranky and decisively removed the ropes tied to his potions professor. .
"Professor Snape, it's great that you are willing to take action." Albert said respectfully as if he had only seen Professor Snape. It was as if he had never seen the person tied to the ground before.
Alan's face couldn't help but pass a faint smile that was imperceptible to others, and the straightforward eldest brother was somewhat smoother by experience.
Professor Snape pressed his lips tightly, and walked toward Peter Pettigrew with an iron face.
"Severus! Professor Snape!" Pettigrew screamed. "If I am an accomplice of the mysterious man, why haven't I hurt Harry?"
Seeing someone who seemed to be listening carefully, his voice rose again.
"I lived in a dorm with him for three years. I have never touched a single hair of Harry! Why should I do that?"
"I'll tell you why," Black shouted immediately.
"Because you have never seen rabbits or hawks. Voldemort has disappeared for twelve years, and people say he is half dead. You won't kill people under Albus Dumbledore's eyes for a disabled, defeated wizard, do you ?"
In Black's aggressive gaze, Little Dwarf couldn't help but look away.
"You have to make sure that he is still the greatest overlord before going back with him, don't you? Otherwise, why would you find a wizard family to take you in? Because you can listen to the news with your ears upright, right, Peter? The old patron makes a comeback, the situation is safe, you go back with him..."
Dwarf's mouth opened a few times, seeming to lose the ability to speak.
Professor Snape grabbed Peter Pettigrew by the chin and prevented him from dodge. He stared into his eyes, his eyes shining light, and Pettigrew seemed to be frozen, unable to move his sight.
Professor Snape's other hand raised the wand so that the tip of the wand touched the opponent, and drew strands of silvery white substance from Peter Pettigrew's forehead.
Allen rushed forward quickly, took out a bottle, and caught the substance.
Finally, Professor Snape put down his wand and stared at Pettigrew with cold eyes.
Allen looked at him worriedly, very afraid that Professor Snape would not be able to restrain himself, and would directly give Little Dwarf an Arvada to eat...
But Slytherin was not Gryffindor after all. After all, the professor was still a professor. He seemed to be bounced up, stood abruptly, and walked to the side without saying a word.
Alan sighed secretly, Pettigrew can't die now, and Blake's innocence has not been fully proven. He closed the bottle and wanted to give the memory to Albert.
But Albert shook his head and motioned to Allen to pass the bottle to Lloyd.
Lloyd accepted the bottle of memories unceremoniously. If he didn't guess wrong, Fudge would be willing to do so to avoid Crouch from tampering with Pettigrew's memory before being tried.
Little Dwarf's complexion was gray, and he knew in his heart that he was still alive in this world. This was the biggest flaw, and it was hard to deny evidence.
Plus the extracted memory...
He was trembling all over, and sobbed sadly, almost out of breath.
He looked weird like that, like a big bald baby, curled up on the ground.
But none of the people present will show sympathy.
Allen couldn't tell whether the little dwarf was crying out of regret or out of fear.
And his attitude made the anger in Blake's eyes more intense, and he even felt dizzy.
The disgusting wizard in front of him evoked his heart-piercing memory.
Black was even more murderous, he wanted to cast an Avadasuo curse desperately.
The desire to kill like a pervasive high fever invaded his body.
The two Aurors in charge of supervising Sirius pressed his shoulders tightly.
"Zombies are floating." Albert commanded the two Aurors, specifically responsible for escorting Little Dwarf, and preparing to return to the Ministry of Magic.
Dwarf’s wrists, neck, and knees seemed to be tied to an invisible rope. He was pulled up to his feet, but his head was still ugly drooping, like a weird puppet, his feet hanging weakly a few inches from the ground. The place.
"Ellen, you and Professor Snape had better go back to the ministry with us. As for Headmaster Dumbledore, the minister will explain." Albert said to his brother.
Allen nodded and walked silently beside Sirius.
Professor Snape was very happy. He wanted to see the trial with his own eyes and see the ending of Lily's petty star Peter.
Professor Snape also thought of Weasley and Draco, but the tunnel led to the Screaming Shack, and they could naturally leave by themselves. Maybe they were all back in the dormitory now-he would never be able to imagine where Draco and Ron were at this time.
What Draco and Ron rubbed against the bottom of the willow tree roots was not melted snow or rotting leaves at all.
It's a powerful laxative developed by the twin brothers.
These mischievous twin brothers who like pranks would not have thought that they would spill the residue of laxatives from their own research and development failure on the roots of the beating willow~EbookFREE.me~ This is for safety, convenience and privacy considerations, because it is generally not here. Someone will come, let alone touch the beating willow, so as to avoid the danger of touching the residue.
But what I didn't expect was that he would accidentally pit his own brother.
Draco and Ron could hardly restrain that physical impulse.
Uncontrollable, Ron released a shocking and weeping—well, the natural aura of heaven and earth.
His robes seemed to be quickly lifted by this drama, and then quickly fell.
Draco covered his nose in disgust, and his contemptuous gaze instantly made Ron who realized that the fart he had just let out was more than just a fart.
Ron's face seemed to be burning, almost as red as his hair.
He didn't know if it was out of shame or anger, but in a hurry, he jumped on Draco, and the two of them scrambled together.
Although Draco was taken aback, he was not afraid at all. Instead, because he was eager to compete, he threw himself into the fight with Ron.
In the rage, thunderous jets continued to sound in the tunnel.
The stench permeated the entire tunnel, and the two people were so nauseous that they looked like two big roosters with red eyes, and neither of them was outdone.
Malfoy wanted to clean up with his wand, but in the chaos just now, the two wands had long disappeared, hidden in the dark, hidden in a filth.
Allen and his party quickly evacuated from the forbidden forest.
Alan looked at Black warily. If the reckless big dog got excited and got rid of the Auror and really killed Dwarf Star, he would be happy, but the deal between him and himself would be ruined.
Alan didn't want to work in vain.