Madam Maxime was angrily accusing Mr. Crouch.
She said they had not done a good job with safety precautions. From her words, Weilan roughly gathered that Fleur had already been sent for medical treatment.
Karkaroff stood behind her, his cold black eyes glinting, seemingly full of his own schemes.
Krum, in turn, stood behind Karkaroff, biting his nails.
His anxiety hadn't eased; ever since Weilan escaped with Fleur, he seemed to have been vaguely worried about something.
Krum tugged at Karkaroff's silver-white fur, but before he could open his mouth, Karkaroff silenced him with a glance over his shoulder.
Daphne was still curled up on the soft leather couch, crying.
Dumbledore, wearing a silver-grey robe today, stood behind everyone and beckoned Weilan and Ron.
So the two of them walked through the midst of the arguing people and approached Dumbledore.
"You did very well, my boy," Dumbledore praised Weilan first, "You bravely protected Miss Delacour."
"I believe for a long time to come, you will be the champion Miss Delacour can't stop thinking about."
Dumbledore's words made Weilan scratch the back of his head awkwardly.
"This matter is very strange."
Dumbledore described everything he saw from the judges' stand to the two of them:
"I took my seat on the judges' stand approximately two minutes before the start."
"At the time, I vaguely felt that the female Dragon was not in the right state. But Mr. Bagman was sitting right next to me."
"He repeatedly assured me that there would be no problems."
"Before I could argue with him, the match began. Miss Delacour entered at this point."
"You know what happened next, my boy."
"Unfortunately, the judges' stand was at the highest point of the spectator stands. I was rushing from the judges' stand to the arena at the time, missing your heroic moment."
"After you escaped with Miss Delacour, I arrived at the arena."
"At this point, the trainers were also let in, and together we cast Stupefy, finally bringing down this terrifying giant."
Charlie was still gripping Mr. Bagman's collar, arguing with him, his face flushed:
"Then I ask you, what do you take the lives of these young people for? Answer me!"
"Enough," Mr. Crouch looked coldly at Charlie, "Those who stopped you have already admitted themselves that they are outsourced personnel and have nothing to do with the Ministry of Magic."
"They were also trying to ensure the match could proceed normally, which is why they sealed off the area before the match started, prohibiting any unauthorized personnel from entering."
"You only verbally emphasized that you were Dragon trainers at the time; who would trust you? Of course, you had to be kept out."
"They are already willing to accept any punishment; what more do you want?"
A surge of anger was stuck in Charlie's throat; he felt as if his fists were hitting cotton, making him extremely uncomfortable.
Weilan watched the performance of these officials and secretly sighed:
"Anything involving this group of people will certainly be very difficult to investigate."
"However, if Professor Dumbledore is willing to cooperate, it's not impossible to investigate them thoroughly."
He looked up at Dumbledore and said, "Professor, may we speak privately?"
Dumbledore cooperatively followed them outside the tent, to a secluded spot hidden by trees.
Only then did Weilan and Ron fully disclose to Dumbledore what they had seen last night.
They deliberately avoided mentioning Hagrid's responsibility.
They merely said that they stayed as guests at Hagrid's hut, drank a lot of warm butterbeer, and accidentally fell asleep.
When they woke up, they saw Hagrid leaving the hut, and driven by curiosity, they put on the Invisibility Cloak, followed Hagrid, and saw the Dragon.
As for how Madam Maxime appeared in the Dragon enclosure, they were not clear about the cause.
Dumbledore patiently listened to them recount what they had seen and heard while crouching in the bushes outside the Dragon enclosure last night.
After processing this information, Dumbledore mused:
"In that case, Madam Maxime and Mr. Bagman are highly suspicious."
Ron expressed his confusion: "How could Madam Maxime possibly harm Fleur?"
Weilan told him: "What you're talking about is her motive for the crime, but we're talking about the conditions for the crime."
"And... do you remember? Fleur said she had swapped her entry order with Daphne."
Dumbledore felt it was time and told Weilan and Ron the appropriate direction to take next:
"Mr. Bagman and Madam Maxime are not easy people to deal with; I will try to ask them some questions."
"Weilan, Ron, you go ask Fleur."
He didn't say what to ask Fleur, but as soon as Dumbledore mentioned "Fleur," Weilan understood what they needed to ask.
"Alright, Professor Dumbledore, we guarantee to complete the task."
"Thank you for your cooperation, little detective," Dumbledore bent down and affectionately patted his head, "You are a true Gryffindor champion."
According to the information provided by Dumbledore, Weilan and Ron walked towards the hospital wing where Madam Pomfrey was located.
Fleur was in the hospital wing, receiving examination and treatment from Madam Pomfrey.
On the way, they encountered Hermione walking towards them.
Judging by her direction, she seemed to want to return to the tent, but she ran into Ron and Weilan who were coming out.
"What's wrong, our great detective Costa? There's still a big mystery waiting for you to solve," Hermione said sourly, "What could make you leave your beloved detective work?"
Weilan subconsciously wanted to say that they were going to ask Fleur some relevant questions.
But the sentence went around in Weilan's head and was finally forcibly swallowed back down.
So Weilan covered his wrist and lied:
"That Dragon burned me; I need to go see Madam Pomfrey."
"What? Where are you hurt? Do you want me to go with you--" The ice on Hermione's face instantly shattered, filled with uncontrollable concern.
"No, no need," Weilan quickly refused.
He could hardly imagine what a chaotic scene it would be when Hermione and Fleur met again in the hospital wing.
He then remembered something else: "Hermione, I hope you go ask Ron's brother, Charlie Weasley."
"Go ask him, what exactly happened with that Hungarian Horntail? Why did those people stop the Dragon trainers."
Hearing this, Hermione's eyes reddened a bit, and she turned and ran off. But the direction she ran in was towards the Dragon enclosure tent where Charlie was.
Weilan was Stunned for a moment for a while before he remembered he still had to go to the hospital wing.
He and Ron walked to the front of the hospital wing, and only then did Ron let out a belated sigh:
"A woman's mind is truly harder to guess than the stars in the sky."
Pushing the door open, Fleur was sitting on the hospital bed, drinking a Potion handed to her by Madam Pomfrey.
Her silvery hair had unfortunately been largely burned off by the Dragon. Madam Pomfrey was trying a fast hair-growth Potion on her.
"...Try just a little bit first. I'm not very sure what special effects these Potions, meant for Wizards, might have on a Veela hybrid like you."
Weilan, however, felt relieved because of this.
If they were only treating burned hair now, it meant Fleur had not suffered any serious injuries.
