“She’s truly beautiful.”
Ron looked at Fleur’s delicate features and slender figure, a dazed smile on his face.
Weilan elbowed him, pulling him back from his enchanted state.
As a Veela half-blood, Fleur’s charm magic was only effective on males when they were in very close proximity.
But it was enough to distract Ron.
Borrowing paper and a pen from Madam Pomfrey, Weilan had Ron write down everything he heard, so Fleur could sign it later as a record.
“Actually, the first time I saw you, I already felt you were quite extraordinary,” Fleur said, lying on her side on the bed, smiling at Weilan.
“You seem to be barely affected by Veela magic.”
“I’m here to ask for some information.”
Weilan pretended not to hear Fleur’s comment:
“I hope you can answer truthfully; this will help us find the culprit who tampered with the Dragon and almost killed you.”
Upon hearing this, Fleur immediately sobered, sitting up straight and serious on the hospital bed.
“Ask away, I will tell you everything I know.”
“First question, did Madam Maxime reveal the contents of the first task to you in advance?”
Fleur hesitated for a moment, but quickly gave an honest answer:
“She did. Early this morning, she woke me up and told me the first task was Dragons—to snatch a golden egg from a Dragon.”
“Did she teach you how to complete the task?”
“The sleeping spell I cast in the arena was taught to me by her.”
“Anything else?”
“Also…” Fleur struggled to recall, “Madam Maxime told me the characteristics of each Dragon.”
“She said the three Dragon breeds were the Chinese Fireball, the Swedish Short-Snout, and the Hungarian Horntail.”
“She said the Chinese Fireball’s scales near its neck are very fragile.”
“The Swedish Short-Snout has a very large mouth, but its mouth lacks strong defensive magic protection.”
“The Hungarian Horntail is the hardest to deal with; she reminded me to pay extra attention to its spiky tail.”
Weilan closed his eyes, as if he was back in the previous night.
At that time, he was crouching in the bushes, watching Madam Maxime marvelously stroke the three Dragons.
In his memory, Madam Maxime had stroked the head of the Chinese Fireball, the large mouth of the Swedish Short-Snout, and the tail of the Hungarian Horntail.
This matched Fleur’s description.
Perhaps Madam Maxime really just wanted to help Fleur understand the characteristics of each Dragon.
Weilan was still uneasy, so he confirmed one last time:
“Is that all she told you? Were there any other hints, such as implying a certain Dragon was the easiest to get past?”
Fleur shook her head, a little annoyed: “No! Madam Maxime wouldn’t go that far.”
“My apologies.”
Weilan soothed the beautiful girl in front of him:
“Madam Maxime is currently under suspicion, and I’m trying to confirm as many details as possible to clear her name.”
Weilan waved his hand, signaling Ron that he didn’t need to record anymore.
“Um… Miss Delacour, may I ask you some personal questions?”
Fleur nodded, revealing her neat, white teeth: “You don’t have to be so formal; I’d prefer you call me Fleur.”
There was no need to avoid others for these questions.
Weilan asked directly:
“As a Veela half-blood, do you know a Veela named ‘Eliudela Seersilien’?”
Weilan couldn’t possibly forget this question; it concerned the evil Veela who threatened Weilan.
It was just that the Hogwarts library hadn’t yielded much information, and Weilan didn’t have any Veela friends to inquire about this matter.
So this question had been indefinitely postponed.
Now, with such an opportunity to ask Fleur, Weilan couldn’t let it slip.
“I’ve heard of her.”
Fleur was clearly very familiar with the name, and she almost immediately told Weilan:
“The name you mentioned is an ancient Veela revered by all later Veela.”
“When I was very young, my grandmother often told me stories about her as bedtime stories.”
Fleur cleared her throat and, imitating her grandmother’s gentle and dreamy voice, recounted everything she had heard in her childhood to Weilan:
“Eliudela Seersilien, she was born in the ancient era when the four founders of Hogwarts were still alive, and at that time, she was just a very ordinary Veela.”
“In that ancient age, Veela were defined as magical creatures by Wizards. They hunted Veela, using their limbs and organs as magic materials.”
“However, after Hogwarts was founded, hearing that this school admitted every student equally, Seersilien was moved.”
“She used a Potion to disguise herself as a human young Wizard, blended into the first class of students after Hogwarts was established, and followed the four great founding Wizards, learning many remarkable abilities.”
“After a long period of diligent study, she eventually acquired two magical authorities.”
Weilan held his breath, knowing that the most crucial information was about to come.
“The first authority she possessed was ‘Beauty’.”
“The charm magic possessed by Veela can only temporarily enchant male enemies; when the enemy is female, or when interrupted, or when attention is diverted, the charm magic loses its effect.”
“But true ‘Beauty’ is not like that. A truly ‘Beautiful’ enchantress, regardless of gender, once seen, your entire life will be lost to her.”
“Even the Memory Charm cannot erase the imprint ‘Beauty’ leaves on the soul. All who see her will become her captives.”
Weilan thought of that Veela’s unusual charm ability at the time, which indeed matched Fleur’s description.
“Is there no solution?”
Weilan pressed Fleur, unwilling to give up.
Fleur shook her head: “As far as I know, no.”
“Alright, please continue.” Although Fleur’s answer was cruel, it did not break the determination in Weilan’s eyes.
He believed there must be a way to save Harry; he just hadn’t found it yet.
“Seersilien’s second authority was ‘Healing’.”
“She could heal wounds and also heal the effects of most magic spells.”
“It was also at this time, during Seersilien’s days studying at Hogwarts, that she met the Wizard God, Merlin, who was also studying at Hogwarts.”
“Merlin discovered her Veela identity but did not expose her.”
“Merlin encouraged Seersilien to study diligently at Hogwarts, gain power, and fight for the dignity and status that Veela deserved.”
“Later, Seersilien fell in love with this gentle and powerful man.”
Fleur’s fair cheeks flushed with a blush.
“After leaving Hogwarts, armed with the powerful magic she controlled, Seersilien led all Veela in a tenacious struggle against Wizards, not only escaping the fate of being Potion ingredients but also securing equal rights for all Veela with Wizards.”
“She thereby earned the respect of all Veela; they all respectfully called her ‘Circe’.”
“But later, Merlin disappeared; it was said he died.”
Fleur’s voice became low and mournful:
“Seersilien wept day and night over the departure of her beloved, and soon, news of her also vanished.”
Fleur looked genuinely moved by the sad ending of the story; there was a glimmer of moisture in her blue eyes.
However, Weilan heard something amiss in the story’s ending:
“You mean, this Seersilien ultimately disappeared, not died, right?”