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Snapped!

A bolt of lightning suddenly struck, hitting a large tree in front of Peter and instantly igniting the withered tree. In the firelight, the forked branches, accompanied by crackling sounds, looked like a monster emerging from the darkness.

"Let's start the live stream," Merlin said, sensing the right atmosphere.

Upon receiving Merlin's command, the intelligent program within the Hextech technology immediately activated, and the scene in front of Peter was transmitted directly to the entire planet via the dream network.

Chapter 345 Labeling, We're Professionals

This live stream was promoted in advance on the magic platforms of multiple countries, and the login method is very simple. All you need is a wand that has been registered with the official authorities of each country to get a viewing and speaking account.

Most importantly, because this model is the first of its kind here, no one cares about privacy issues. At most, they are just marveling at the exaggerated breadth of this phenomenon and the technological prowess involved.

The wizards who thought about it the most were wondering if John Bull's side would be able to build a technological barrier because of this technology, thereby gaining more say in the International Wizarding Association.

[This third-party perspective is a bit confusing, and isn't one of the people in it that wanted criminal, Little Pettigrew?]

[Seriously...is the Ministry of Magic in New York City out of their minds? They've already pinpointed the location, so why issue an arrest warrant?! Are they kidding us?]

Actually, I don't know what our leader is thinking either; it feels like his brain has been damaged by a curse.

The speaker might be an Auror. Fudge, in an effort to save face, has put considerable pressure on all the Aurors. During this time, the Aurors haven't even had a good night's sleep. And now they've discovered that their leader might have known the other's location all along? This is definitely a betrayal!

[Who are you! Why are you talking like that! What do you want!] Fudge couldn't hold back any longer when he saw someone mocking him.

Who are you?! Why are you meddling in my business?!

[I am Fudge, Cornelius Fudge, who do you think I am!]

Do you know who I am?!

Fudge's wand hovered in the air, not continuing to input anything. That person was very arrogant; could he be the patriarch of some pure-blood family? But his manner of speaking didn't seem like it.

【Looks like you didn't know, that's good, hehe.】Then the speaker's avatar turned gray, and they went offline.

Immediately, rows of "hahahaha" comments flooded the entire live stream, all mocking Fudge.

Fudge's face immediately darkened. Following the instructions Merlin had given him, he flipped through them a couple of times and then wrote down the speaker's wand number.

[This topic's a bit off-topic, can anyone tell me what this thing called a live stream is actually trying to do?]

[Seriously, I've been staring at the back of that guy's head for minutes already, can we change the angle?!]

In the forest, Peter touched the back of his head, feeling as if a group of people were watching him from behind.

I held my hand up to my eyes and looked at it; there was nothing there except for the raindrops left by the drizzle.

Snap! Peter, lost in thought, stepped on and snapped a tree branch.

The noise startled a flock of crows, and Peter instinctively transformed into a mouse, then looked up as the crows flew overhead.

[Holy crap! This guy's an Animagus!]

[Is Fudge out of his mind?! Why isn't such important information on the wanted poster?!]

Without hesitation, Fudge wrote down the wand number that had spoken ill of him. However, he stopped halfway through writing it down. Judging from the prefix of the number, it was an American number, which he had no right to interfere with.

[This person's Animagus transformations are incredibly skillful. Why would a wizard like this commit a crime? It must be John Bull's doing!]

Yes! The Ministry of Magic, led by John Bull, must provide an explanation and correct its actions that persecute human rights and restrict the freedom of others!

Fudge's face was still very grim. He didn't even need to investigate to know that these people who spoke were definitely from the United States. They liked to make baseless accusations based on such vague things without any evidence. As long as they thought it was true, that was it.

Merlin also disliked these kinds of people, who lowered the average IQ of the entire live stream and stirred up trouble, so he directly removed them from the live stream and permanently banned their accounts.

As the live stream progressed, the wizards watching gradually focused their attention entirely on the screen, rather than complaining about other things.

Does anyone know where he is right now?

[It's raining throughout the scene, but judging from the perspective of the crows flying by, this rain cloud most likely didn't form normally, meaning it was probably sunny before.]

Suddenly, a master appeared in the comments.

[Then look at the surrounding trees and vegetation. The climate here should be a subtropical Mediterranean maritime climate. Also, see those occasional grayish-white mushrooms on the ground? That's an uncommon magic potion, mainly distributed in the Balkan Peninsula.]

[Continue? Why did you stop?]

[I can't push this any further. There are many countries in the Balkans, and many of them experience sunny weather. However, the transition from sunny to rainy weather is a natural phenomenon. Without real-time information for each region, it's impossible to determine the location of the person in front of me—at least I can't.]

[Then I'll do it. That crow doesn't look like a natural creature, so for now, we'll use the Animagus rat shape in the picture as a benchmark. Excluding the tail, its main body is between ten and fifteen centimeters long.]

By changing the perspective, it's easy to calculate the approximate height of the surrounding trees whose canopies are visible. Eliminating deviations due to angle, and using the trees as a reference point, I can determine the height of the rain cloud. Based on my years of meteorological experience, I can conclude that this rain cloud is at most less than 100 meters above the ground.

This breaks the typical height of cumulonimbus clouds, so if you find an unusually low-hanging rain cloud that meets the previous conditions, you can basically pinpoint the location. Wizards of the Balkans, now is your time.

The wizard who bought Peter the wand, upon seeing this deduction, looked up into the distance, blinked, and said, "I'm near the xx forest in Albania, and the weather here is exactly as you described."

Merlin, who was about to enter the specific location, stopped. The wizards in this world were quite intelligent, so there was no need for him to resort to underhanded tactics.

Now that the location has been determined, I expect more and more wizards will come to observe it in person. Hmm... we need to strengthen our defenses. We can't let these potential witnesses and disseminators die like this.

Merlin flicked his finger, and suddenly a thick fog enveloped the area near the forest, reducing visibility to less than five meters.

Albania, a land of death and loneliness, is not a good place.

This is slander! Dare to give your name and come face to face with me!

Instantly, the comments section was flooded with insults directed at the family. In the geography of the magical side, each region has its own characteristics. Most of Albania, as marked in international geography, has connotations of loneliness and death. Of course, Albanian wizards would never agree with this, and conflicts are usually inevitable when this topic comes up.

I'm on my way, wait for me.

The person "explaining" in the comments was also a short-tempered wizard, but he might not be able to arrive on time this time because the International Flood Network is now congested and can't "fly" at all.

Chapter 346 The Judgment of the Goddess of Dawn

As more and more wizards gather around the Albanian forest, the storyline in the live stream continues to unfold.

Peter is prioritizing caution above all else, so he remains in his rat form. This form grants him immunity to most magical creatures in nature and also enhances his agility, making him slightly safer in this unknown environment.

Even though his tiny size would make Peter an easy target for many predators, it didn't matter.

The wind picked up and the rain intensified, greatly affecting Peter's vision. The surroundings were dark and he could barely see the road.

Relying on his sense of smell and other keen senses, Peter ventured deeper into the darkness.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed by in the distance, leaving behind a few pale purple specks of light.

Peter tensed up. Although he couldn't see what it was, it was clearly not a sign of safety.

But then I thought about it again, and Voldemort didn't seem to be in the safe zone either.

With a sigh of resignation, Peter continued onward.

[Something's gone wrong! Do the wizards around here even have the guts to go in?! They haven't opened the path, and this is the first time it's taken me this long to set up a flying path network!]

[Exactly! What a piece of trash that international Filunet is, crashing so easily!]

In the live stream, a group of wizards who couldn't keep up kept complaining.

Meanwhile, the wizards outside the forest also wanted to complain. Those who were able to get here first were not ordinary wizards, and ordinary wizards would not be able to seize these passages in front of the Floo Network.

"Damn! It's out again! What happened when it fell to the ground?!"

A wizard emerged from the mist, glanced at his surroundings, and was filled with regret and confusion.

Once inside the fog, all the spells used for navigation became ineffective. The only thing that still worked was the live stream, but that alone wasn't enough to get them through the fog into the forest.

“Hey, what are you doing? The location for the International Triwizard Tournament has changed? It’s moved here?” Barty Crouch suddenly asked a wizard.

The wizard was taken aback. "You don't know?"

Looking at the wizard's expression, Barty felt as if he had missed something. He had been here for a long time, hiding here ever since he was ousted from his position as Minister of Magic by Fudge, and incidentally hiding his son, the Death Eater Barty Jr.

Seeing Barty's expression, the wizard pulled out a flyer from his pocket. It was a Hogwarts flyer, featuring Leona's silhouette with the Golden Shield and Zenith Blade shining brightly on either side of her. Just looking at the image, one could feel a powerful aura.

After receiving the flyer, the information inside immediately entered Bati's mind.

Barty, who wasn't in the live stream, wasn't concerned for the moment. What he was concerned about was that if a large number of wizards came to this place, wouldn't the chances of his son being exposed increase dramatically?

Making up some excuse, Barty returned to his tavern and immediately spotted his son, who was being looked after by elves at home. The boy was hiding in a corner of the tavern, wearing an invisibility cloak.

Since nothing had happened for so long, Barty had relaxed his supervision of him a bit. In the past, Barty wouldn't have been allowed to leave the basement if there were other people in the pub.

Snapped!

Barty strode over and, trying not to attract anyone's attention, dragged his son into the basement.

Most of the other wizards in the tavern had also tried to get through the mist, but naturally failed. Their attention was now focused on the live stream, so they didn't notice Barty's unusual behavior.

"From now on, you are not allowed to leave here!" Barty ripped off his son's invisibility cloak and commanded him.

"You're planning to imprison me again? You can't do it. My Lord will return, and then we'll switch roles!" Barty said coldly to his father. This man had been completely brainwashed by Voldemort. There were really few fools like him among the Death Eaters.

"Your master? Do you know how many wizards are outside? Tell him to come out and see if he dares!" Barty roared. The basement was made of special materials, so you didn't have to worry about being overheard when you spoke here.

Barty opened the live stream and pointed to the list of famous names, "Voldemort dares to face all these people alone? Does he want to die even faster?!"

Indeed, Albania is now home to the elite of the entire magical world, some of whom are no less powerful than Dumbledore in combat. Voldemort would only face one outcome against multiple opponents: utter annihilation.

Barty the Younger turned his head away dismissively. In his eyes, as long as Voldemort was resurrected, all the wizards outside were worthless.

When he turned his head, Little Barty saw Peter in the picture and his eyes lit up immediately. He knew who this mouse was and that it had come here to release its owner!

In the scene, Peter finally arrives at the deepest part of the forest, where the ground is stained with blood, which appears to have dried up some time ago.

Peter took two more steps forward, then stepped on something. He stepped back and looked down to see animal carcasses. The gruesome bones and the few shriveled, rotting flesh brought the atmosphere of horror to its peak.

Suddenly, some sounds came from the darkness.

The sound was so clear in the dark forest that the flashes of lightning and thunder around it could not mask it in the slightest.

Boom boom boom!

Peter heard his heart pounding faster and faster, as if it were about to leap out of his throat. Under this pressure, Peter had to admit that he was afraid and turned to run away.

Boom!

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a fleeting glimpse of a black shadow and crimson eyes. Peter saw this.

The next second, Peter didn't even have time to react before he felt himself being lifted into the air and then slammed to the ground by a force.

Sharp claws pierced Peter's limbs, and blood flowed from them.

"Master! It's me! It's Peter Pettigrew!" Peter shouted frantically in mouse language.