An invisible force forcibly sent Weilan flying, pushing him away.
Weilan turned his head and saw three people in a chaotic mess, enchanted by the Veela.
The Summoning Charm just now was cast by Black.
These enchanted puppets seemed to instinctively protect their “lovers.”
“Madam, are you alright?”
They rushed over and helped the bruised Veela to her feet.
James, in the distance, had his eyes tightly shut, his body tilted, as if still trying to save Weilan.
“Run!”
Weilan shouted again, breaking James’s last hesitation.
He moved his legs, shooting out like an arrow, disappearing into the cold darkness of the night in a blink of an eye.
James finally escaped.
The heavy stone in Weilan’s heart finally fell.
Apparition and Disapparition are forbidden near the Quidditch stadium. The Veela would have to walk a certain distance before she could Apparate.
Before that, Weilan just needed to stall…
His mind became idle, but it was quickly filled with another question:
“I’ve seen all the places this Veela should be seen. Why am I still conscious?”
Surrounded by the three puppets, the Veela stood up and walked towards Weilan, who was slumped on the ground, panting heavily.
The interrogation room door was wide open, and bright light streamed out uninhibitedly, making the surroundings not dark.
Weilan looked up and saw a woman with fair and smooth skin, flowing silver hair, and rarely exquisite facial features.
The robe on her right shoulder was torn open, and the edges of the tear were stained with blood.
The tear exposed a smooth, silvery-white shoulder, and even her collarbone could be vaguely seen.
But there was no wound to be seen.
This should have been left by Weilan’s Sectumsempra. But… where was the wound?
Weilan then thought of the Veela’s abnormal recovery time after being hit by the Stupefy.
Looking up at the woman’s radiant face again, he was shocked to see that the bruises left by his punches were recovering at a visible rate!
Sweat beads involuntarily rolled down his forehead.
This was a difficult enemy.
A silly grin appeared on Little Malfoy’s face, and he eagerly rushed to Weilan’s side before the Veela, grabbing Weilan’s hands behind his back and pressing him to the ground.
“Madam! I’ve caught this vile and malicious criminal for you! Would you perhaps… reward me?”
“Very good, Draco, you did very well, what a good boy…”
Even from a distance, the Veela’s tone of voice was like a soft whisper in one’s ear, elegant and seductive:
“As a reward, Mama will allow you to leave with me.”
“I am Draco’s mother!”
The woman’s desperate wail, tinged with a crying tone, made Weilan look sideways—he had almost forgotten Narcissa’s existence.
Narcissa, the frail woman, clutched the doorframe of the interrogation room, barely supporting herself.
“Please, take anyone else… spare Draco, he’s still a child.”
“Actually, I’m still a child too…”
Weilan silently lowered his head, not wanting to pay attention to Narcissa anymore.
“Fool.”
The Veela sneered.
Plop, plop, plop, thud!
The unusual sound made Weilan look up again, and the unusual scene made Weilan’s eyes widen.
He saw Narcissa kneeling before the Veela, looking up, hands clasped together, her eyes full of adoration.
“You are not an ordinary Veela.”
Under the immense shock, Weilan spoke his first words to the Veela after she revealed her true form.
“You are not an ordinary Wizard either.”
The Veela looked back and smiled faintly at Weilan.
Her smile caused the four enchanted puppets to stir.
However, such a voice, appearance, and smile brought less impact to Weilan than Narcissa kneeling did.
“Why can you enchant women?”
“Because of the grace of Circe.”
Seersilien…
Weilan had never heard of this Goddess, so he repeatedly recited the pronunciation of this surname until he firmly etched it into his mind.
Three fingers, like tender willow branches, extended and landed on Weilan’s left and right cheeks, pinching and pulling him closer.
The Veela’s face was clear before Weilan’s eyes, so clear that Weilan could see each long, curved eyelash on her blue-gold gradient irises.
Weilan remained conscious, his heart as calm as a lake without ripples.
“Tsk tsk, no wonder Circe specifically instructed me to take you away alive.”
“The charm the Goddess bestowed upon me is actually ineffective on you.”
“Is your ability to heal quickly and remove spell effects also a gift from the Goddess?”
Weilan dared not let his mouth stop.
On one hand, he wanted to stall for as much time as possible, waiting for James’s reinforcements; on the other hand, he wanted to extract as much information as possible from the Veela.
“Yes, but, we should go now, bad boy.”
With Weilan captured alive, the Veela regained her good mood.
“Come, Draco, tie his hands and remove the spell on his feet. You escort him and follow me.”
Little Malfoy faithfully carried out the Veela’s command.
“What should I call you?”
“Just call me Madam. As for my real name… you don’t need to know it now.”
“Okay, Madam.”
“The three of you, stay here. If you encounter Aurors, help Mama stop them.”
The remaining three puppets bowed deeply to her.
Weilan felt strange, but he couldn't ask his question directly, so he probed indirectly:
“Madam, if you just leave them here… after you leave, when their sanity returns, it’s unlikely they’ll help you intercept the Aurors, right?”
The Veela glanced indifferently at Weilan: “They won’t do that.”
The cloud of mystery that had accumulated in Weilan’s heart cleared up.
“So, Peter’s ‘fiancée’ and Rowan’s ‘girlfriend’ were both played by you?”
…That’s why they were so infatuated, wishing they could give everything to the woman, even when the Veela wasn’t by their side.
This was all thanks to the unusual charm bestowed upon her by that “Goddess,” unlike that of ordinary Veela.
The Veela did not answer.
Weilan took her silence as an admission.
The Veela picked up Weilan’s wand, which was lying on the ground, casually tucked it into her pocket, and then retrieved her own wand.
The Lumos Charm lit up the tip of her wand, and she looked back, winking at Little Malfoy, who was leading Weilan.
Little Malfoy immediately followed, and the three walked towards the dense forest outside the stadium, in the opposite direction of the campsite.
The area near the stadium blocked Apparition magic; they had to walk beyond the shielded area first.
Being pulled along at the back by Little Malfoy, Weilan saw the wand in the Veela’s pocket bouncing up and down with her steps.
His throat moved slightly.
“Poor Peter, to become your scapegoat just like that—Madam, considering how much Peter did for you, will you reward him too?”
Weilan started a new topic—still trying to extract information indirectly.
“Reward him? That old, ugly dwarf?!”
The Veela shrieked, her beautiful head slightly deforming into a bird-like shape due to anger.
“If you pity him, then you deserve it! He had to become a pawn because of you!”
“Because of what about me?”
Weilan caught the scent of crucial information.
“Because…”
The Veela hesitated about what she was about to say, but Weilan’s docile gaze gave her a sense of victorious pleasure.
“Because I originally intended to frame you for the murder.”
Weilan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, as if death had just brushed past his ear.
The Veela continued:
“Actually, Peter not only helped me get the House of Malfoy’s ring and money pouch, but he also conveniently took many subtle pieces of evidence—such as hair, or a used handkerchief.”
“Do you remember when I offered to help you push the cart back to the camp? Unfortunately, you refused me, otherwise, these pieces of evidence would have appeared in your tent at the camp, solidifying your crime of colluding with Malfoy in the murder.”
“That money pouch, if it hadn’t been recovered by Little Malfoy, would have become key evidence that you were bribed by the House of Malfoy to commit murder.”
“That way, you would have gone to Azkaban with Malfoy, and it wouldn’t have cost me so much effort and time.”
Weilan’s lips trembled, desperately suppressing his anger, not letting it show on his face:
“I didn’t fall for your trick, so Peter became the one who sacrificed himself in my place?”
“No, he’s not.” The Veela shook her head, “Sweetheart, how can that ugly thing compare to you?”
The scattered lights of the camp and the stadium had moved to the distant horizon, and the chirping of insects rose and fell across the grass.
The bustling dense forest was close at hand; they were about to leave the Apparition shielding area.
Weilan realized he had to act.
“What exactly do you want?”
Weilan no longer beat around the bush, asking directly while keeping his eyes fixed on the wand in the Veela’s pocket.
“Some special magic.”
The Veela spoke in riddles: “You are special, the bloodline of the House of Malfoy is also special, you both have your own uniqueness.”
“But you are more important than the Malfoy bloodline…”
The Veela stopped, turned back, and looked at him playfully with her blue-gold eyes, saying in a teasing tone:
“You look a lot like the Goddess’s beloved, who died young.”
Weilan returned a mischievous smile:
“Madam, although I am already in your grasp, you really don’t need to mock me with such a crude lie.”
“Hmph, ungrateful.”
The Veela tossed her silver hair, extended her hand forward, intending to push aside the low bushes and enter the dense forest.
He couldn’t wait any longer, this was the boundary of the Apparition shielding area!
Weilan suddenly kicked Malfoy down, then crashed into the Veela’s waist.
Taking advantage of the Veela’s unsteady footing, Weilan snatched the wand from her waist pocket.
Without even having time to undo his restraints, Weilan’s first spell was to release fireworks.
Fiery red fireworks ascended vertically from the horizon, exploding at an extremely high point, the scattered sparks forming four letters on the Black curtain-like night sky:
“HELP”
Then, Weilan immediately turned and ran desperately in the opposite direction.
This time, without the light of the interrogation room, under the narrow illumination range of the Lumos Charm, the darkness of the night became his best cover!
Several spells landed beside him, but Weilan remained unharmed.
“Stop! If you run again, I’ll kill Malfoy!”
Weilan froze, various past incidents of being bullied by Little Malfoy in his first year flashed before his eyes.
Then, he ran even faster.
“You can’t escape—”
A swift wind passed by, bringing the Veela’s last faint cry:
“We will meet again at Hogwarts—”
Strength dissipated like quicksand, and the long, strenuous run made Weilan dizzy. Every breath felt like steel needles piercing his lungs.
The distant light on the horizon finally gained a concrete presence and was getting closer and closer to Weilan.
It was no longer just Weilan’s footsteps.
As the footsteps around him became more numerous and chaotic, until—