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The Weasley twins' business is now thriving.
After making their first fortune at Hogwarts, they began a plan to expand and increase production.
Although they don't have a formal storefront, they have been selling their products to various places through Owl Mail Order.
Just then, Gwen rushed over, holding a letter in her hand.
"Master, here is an urgent letter for you."
She handed the letter to Levin; the envelope was sealed with the Ministry of Magic's "W".
This was a letter from the Ministry of Magic, and Levin certainly knew what it meant.
Levin put down the Daily Prophet, opened the letter, quickly scanned its contents, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
This letter undoubtedly came from Wizengamot, and it instructed Levin to go to the Ministry of Magic for a trial. As for whose trial it was, it was naturally the famous Harry Potter.
This is the benefit that power and fame bring to Levin; otherwise, Wizengamo would certainly not have sent an invitation to an underage wizard.
Jaina had already informed Levin that she had applied for his position as a youth representative in the Kingdom of Wizengamo, so the matter was basically settled and no one openly opposed it anymore.
After all, Levin's achievements were truly remarkable. In addition to a series of academic accomplishments, he defeated many dark creatures and, in the final of the Triwizard Tournament, defeated dozens of dark wizards.
With such an outstanding track record, even a fool wouldn't object to this.
Levin looked up and glanced at the wall clock, then greeted the girls in the room:
"I have to go out for a bit; I have some things to take care of."
Zhang Qiu had just finished yoga when she heard Levin's words and couldn't help but frown: "Where are you going? You're not going to do something dangerous again, are you?"
She vividly remembered the incident where Levin suddenly went to the Ural Mountains and captured a bunch of giants.
This has made her a bit overly anxious lately, always afraid that Levin might suddenly do something, like asking Voldemort to duel on a whim.
"The Ministry of Magic has sent a letter inviting me to a trial," Levin said cheerfully. "It's Harry Potter's trial. How could I possibly miss something so important?"
“Remember to bring the photos!” Hermione reminded her. “Don’t let Fudge’s scheme succeed.”
“I won’t let anything happen to Harry,” Levin nodded, grinning mischievously. “However, I need a little encouragement to do that.”
As he spoke, he pointed to his lips.
"...There's really nothing I can do about you."
Hermione was a little shy in front of Cho Chang, but she still mustered up her courage, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed Levin on the lips.
Zhang Qiu also stepped forward generously, giving Levin a heartfelt hug and a goodbye kiss: "Take care on the road, and come back soon."
"By the way, are you coming back for lunch?" she suddenly asked again.
"If you're not back by 12:30, don't wait for me."
Levin stood up, and Gwen thoughtfully brought him a beef burger and a glass of soda for breakfast.
"However, I don't think it will take too long. Maybe I'll be back by the time you're cooking."
Before he left, the artificial maid Orianna was waiting outside.
After changing locations, Levin teleported directly to the vicinity of the Ministry of Magic's guest phone booths. He had been there many times before and was familiar with all the procedures.
Instead of wearing the badge provided by the phone booth, Levin pinned an exquisite silver "W" badge to his left breast, tapped his clothes with his wand, and in the blink of an eye, he was dressed in the purple-red uniform of Wizengamot.
"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a pleasant day." A monotonous and indifferent female voice came from the receiver of the phone booth, mechanically reciting the blessing.
Levin straightened his robes, making sure every detail was perfect.
The phone booth door clicked open.
With her short gray hair and dashing appearance, Ciri was already waiting at the door. Beside her, her best friend Penelope looked at Levin with a smile.
As Levin stepped out of the phone booth, Cirira immediately came up to him and gave him a warm hug.
"You finally came!"
They stood at one end of a long, opulent hall, the dark wooden floors polished to a gleaming shine, reflecting their silhouettes. ... The peacock-blue ceiling was inlaid with golden symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant, high-altitude bulletin board. The four walls were inlaid with glossy black wooden planks, exuding solemnity and elegance. Many gilded fireplaces were embedded in the planks, radiating a warm glow.
Levin arrived way too early; the clock was only eight in the morning. In the hall, only a few wizards, dressed like him in crimson robes with an exquisite silver "W" embroidered on their left breasts, were chatting leisurely.
Occasionally, wizards dressed in black Ministry of Magic uniforms would hurry in through the fireplace, their faces etched with busyness.
“Levin, I just saw Black get off the elevator on the second floor. He must be going to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement,” Cirira said softly. Her red lips uttered words with a gentle breath that reached Levin’s ear, making him feel a moist sensation.
Levin nodded slightly, his cheek brushing against her soft lips inadvertently, sending a tingling sensation through him.
He coughed twice to cover his embarrassment, and gently broke free from Cirira's embrace amidst Penelope's giggles.
Penelope's enthusiastic, gossipy look made Levin frown slightly.
Suddenly, he opened his arms to her, as if he wanted to give her a hug as well.
This action startled Penelope, who feared that her inner feelings would be revealed.
She looked at Ciriura somewhat bewildered, and seeing that she wasn't upset, she stepped forward and gave Levin a gentle hug.
Although the hug was brief, it made her unable to suppress the emotions she had been hiding deep inside.
This dramatic psychological shift was precisely detected by Levin's psychic abilities.
Next, Levin took the lead and walked through the solemn and mysterious gate of the Ministry of Magic.
They arrived at a relatively small hall with at least twenty elevators, each concealed by an exquisite gold lattice gate, giving it an air of both grandeur and mystery.
With a series of clanging and clattering mechanical sounds, an elevator slowly descended in front of them.
The golden gate slid open gently, and Levin 4.9 went in first, followed closely by Cirira and Penelope.
The gate slammed shut behind them, and the elevator began to slowly ascend. The chains rattled, and the indifferent female voice rang out again, guiding them in the right direction.
The elevator did not stop, but slowly descended.
There were only Levin, Ciri, and Penelope in the elevator, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
Ciri didn't seem to care that her best friend Penelope was there, and leaned directly on Levin's shoulder.
“You know what?” Ciri said softly, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance, “Before graduation, I naively thought that even after I started working, we could still see each other often during your holidays. But I never imagined that since I became an Auror, I’ve been so busy, like a spinning top, that I haven’t had a moment to spare. And your holidays have all been taken up by Cho Chang and Hermione. You’ve been with them all the time, haven’t you completely forgotten about me?”
As she spoke, Ciri gave Levin a pitiful bite on the shoulder.
Levin neither dodged nor resisted with magic; he simply put one arm around Cirira's waist and gently comforted her.
The two remained silent for a while before Cirira finally opened her mouth, ceasing her complaints and resting her head on Levin's shoulder, enjoying the brief moment of peace.
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Meanwhile, Levin looked at Penelope beside him from an angle that Ciriara couldn't see.
He winked at her, gesturing for her to come closer.
At first, Penelope hesitated, but Levin was more decisive than she expected.
With his free hand, he grabbed the girl's slender waist and pulled her forward.
If Levin hadn't supported the girl's lower abdomen, she would have almost fallen against Cirira's back.
However, this also forced her face to be brought closer to Levin's.
Without hesitation, Levin stretched out his neck and took Penelope's lips.
"Woo-"
Penelope initially tried to push Levin away, but with Cirira in the middle, she couldn't make a move—if she tried to push him away, she might accidentally bump into Cirira and attract her attention, which would be terrible.
But Levin seemed to have seized this opportunity, launching a series of attacks and breaking through Penelope's defenses with unstoppable momentum.
Penelope was completely thrown off balance by Levin's surprise attack, and soon became so engrossed in Levin's skillful techniques that she was completely bewildered and unable to extricate herself.
After the two separated, Penelope looked alluring, her gaze towards Levin so dreamy it seemed to stretch out silk.
Because of Cerira, Penelope has had a crush on Levin ever since graduation.
But because of Cirira, she kept this feeling deep in her heart.
This was the first time I had ever been intimate with him behind my best friend's back, and I really did it behind her back.
This feeling of transgression gave her a thrill that she couldn't resist.
However, time seemed to pass exceptionally quickly during this time.
The elevator doors opened quickly, and the cold female voice rang out again: "Second floor, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Office for Prohibiting the Abuse of Magic, the Auror Command, and the Wizengamor Administration."
“This is it.” Cirira finally stood up straight. Penelope gently squeezed Levin’s hand, then reluctantly let go.
The three of them straightened their clothes and stepped out of the elevator as if nothing had happened.
Outside the elevator was a long corridor with offices on both sides that had their doors closed.
As they walked past a half-open window, a beam of bright sunlight slanted in, illuminating the path beneath their feet and seemingly reflecting the radiant mood of Cerella and Penelope.
Cirira, who was considered a dangerous person by most Aurors, couldn't hide her smile at this moment. Even Penelope, who was usually serious, couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips and reveal a rare smile.
They turned a corner and came into view two heavy oak doors.
As they were about to cross the gate, they suddenly stopped.
Not far ahead, Sirius Black was busily stuffing a large bag of things into the hands of a burly wizard in a crimson robe with a stubble beard.
The wizard took the bag with a satisfied smile, while Sirius looked at him earnestly, "Then I'll leave it to you."
The three exchanged a glance, and each saw understanding in the other's eyes.
From the clinking metallic sounds coming from the bulging bag, they could tell it was full of Galleons.
Sirius Black was definitely bribing the judge for his godson Harry's sake.
At the same time, the two people opposite seemed to notice Levin's gaze and turned to look at them.
Upon seeing them, the unshaven wizard muttered a curse under his breath, then clutched his money bag and quickly left the scene.
Sirius stood there awkwardly, clenching his hands, looking at them helplessly.
Levin smiled slightly and strode towards Sirius.