Ginny was a bit stunned:
"Now that you mention it, it does seem to be the case."
"But these are just rumors I've heard, and there might be some exaggeration in them."
Weilan was a bit worried. He hoped that Bader would be alright.
Because the house Weilan had his eye on was in Upper Hogsmeade Village.
If something major happened to the young master, affecting Upper Hogsmeade Village—for example, a village lockdown, evacuation of residents, or digging up the ground—Weilan would find it very difficult to find such an affordable house again.
Weilan returned to the common room and saw Hermione also sitting in a circle with several girls, discussing Bader's disappearance.
"Hahaha, I bet you'll receive an urgent plea from Mr. Crouch tomorrow morning."
Lavender's laughter was as clear and bright as a silver bell. She was holding Ron's arm, pulling him into the circle of girls.
"Oh no," Hermione said, knitting wool. "No matter what, he's only a five-year-old child. I hope his parents find him soon."
"We are just three students. If Mr. Crouch really entrusts us, it can only mean that—for a short period—the Ministry of Magic can't give him the results he wants, and he has no choice but to seek help from outsiders to find his son."
"By the way, Hermione," Weilan squeezed into the circle of girls and whispered to her, "The Potion I asked you to buy last time..."
"I bought it a long time ago. Do you want me to show you?"
Hermione stood up from the soft chair, put her knitting needles, yarn ball, and the knitted items into a bag.
Ron pointed at the oddly shaped knitted items and asked her, "What are these you've knitted? Little turtles?"
"They are hats and socks I knitted for the House-elves!" Hermione felt offended: "We at WPSE must act now! House-elves must gain freedom and reasonable wages."
"Weilan," Hermione's eager gaze fell on him, "Do you want to come with me to the kitchen to distribute these clothes?"
Weilan thought for a moment: "I remember you said last time you were going to organize a class in the kitchen."
At the mention of this, Hermione lowered her head shyly:
"They kicked us out as soon as we said that labor should be compensated."
Weilan thought of Dobby, the out-of-place House-elf oddball in the original story.
He loved freedom, loved to work, and also believed he should be compensated.
"I think, first, you need to find a House-elf to be a role model. He is willing to receive clothes, willing to be paid, and lives very happily at the same time."
"Only then can you slowly change the traditional Concept of the House-elves."
But Dobby was still at Malfoy Manor! Weilan couldn't think of any House-elf suitable as a breakthrough for WPSE at the moment.
"Let's not talk about this for now," Weilan pulled Hermione, walking towards the girls' dormitory. "I have a premonition that Bader Crouch's disappearance is unusual."
"This matter should come to us very soon—more precisely, to me."
From the beginning of the school year until now, almost all major events Weilan encountered were related to that Veela.
And that Veela was still thinking about Weilan.
Hermione's mouth opened and closed, wanting to say something, but in the end, she only uttered: "I'll go show you the Potion. If anything happens, be sure to call me and Ron."
Weilan waited outside the girls' dormitory for Hermione to bring the Potion.
The chattering girls entered the dormitory. He saw Ron foolishly waving goodbye to Lavender.
"What's that in your hand?" Weilan asked him, pointing at what looked like a canary cream in Ron's hand.
"Oh, you mean this," Ron said, somewhat ashamed, "George and Fred gave it to me. Although they didn't say it, I'm sure it's their popular canary cream."
"They're using it to congratulate their brother on finding a partner for the Christmas Ball."
Ron casually stuffed the biscuit into his school robe pocket: "They thought I'd give the biscuit to Lavender to eat. Hmph, I'm not that stupid!"
Hermione came out of the girls' dormitory, clutching her school bag.
With each step she took down the stairs, there was a clinking sound of glass colliding inside her bag.
Only when she reached Weilan and Ron did Hermione open her bag and take out the bottles and jars, placing them on the round wooden table in the common room.
The first thing pulled out was a large bottle of purple Potion. As Hermione shook it, the Potion made faint crackling sounds in the glass bottle.
"Thunderbrew. Drinking it creates an aggressive storm around you."
The second thing pulled out was a large bottle of viscous, yellowish-brown solution.
"Eldrus Potion. After drinking, it forms hard, blocky armor on the skin's surface, increasing defense."
The third thing taken out was six small bottles. Pitch-black liquid was contained in the small bottles, absorbing the light from the surrounding environment.
"Night Vision Potion, very cheap, but it can help us see in the dark for 2 hours. I think it's very useful, so I bought a few extra small bottles."
"There's 4 Galleons left."
After Hermione finished speaking, she took out 4 Galleons, intending to return them to Weilan.
"You keep it. Use it next time you need to buy something."
Weilan had originally thought that the money left over from buying the Potion would be Hermione's compensation. He didn't expect this girl to want to return all the remaining money to Weilan.
So Weilan watched Hermione very seriously put the money into a hidden compartment in her school bag, and then very seriously nodded to Weilan:
"Okay, I'll save it. We'll take it out and use it when we need it."
After they familiarized themselves with the Potions Hermione had purchased, they returned to their respective beds to prepare for sleep.
Before going to sleep, Weilan took out the Knuts for divination, wanting to perform a simple divination based on Bader's disappearance.
"Huh?"
【Magic Power: 32 / 60】
He was surprised to find that the magic power in his right eye was only 32 points left.
"This isn't right, is it? I haven't used skills much recently! My magic power should be full..."
Weilan couldn't figure out what the problem was for a moment, so he could only temporarily put this doubt aside.
He continued his divination and, according to his guess, set up a question.
"Did the Veela who kidnapped me intentionally participate in the kidnapping of Bader Crouch?"
Thrown, landed.
The number side up, the Wizard side down.
The Seer gave a "No" result.
"Did I really wrong that Veela?"
Weilan really didn't expect the divination result to show it wasn't her.
Could it be that Bader really just got lost on his own?
He thought about this in bed, and before long, he fell asleep.
The next morning, in the Great Hall, Weilan heard almost everyone discussing whether Mr. Crouch would send a commission letter to the Costa Detective Agency.
"I didn't expect us to be quite famous."
Weilan chewed on fried fish sticks, sighing at the discussions coming from all directions.
"Of course! The Gryffindor hero who bravely rescued Fleur!" Ron raised his pumpkin juice, making a toasting gesture, "You also bravely saved Ron Weasley's Christmas Ball!"
Weilan chuckled and clinked glasses with Ron.
The sweet pumpkin juice melted in his mouth, and a large group of owls flew in through the open windows of the Great Hall.
One gray owl flew precisely to Weilan's head.
"Look!" Lee Jordan pointed at the owl above Weilan's head and said to the Weasley brothers beside him, "I told you Mr. Crouch would definitely—"
The owl dropped a copy of The Daily Prophet and flew away.
