Olena took the three spells head-on.
Her body was shattered and blasted, but it didn't stop her wounds from healing rapidly.
“No!”
Weilan tried to cast Ancient magic - Falling Thunder again, to extend Olena’s healing time.
Just as he was about to shout, telling Dumbledore and the other two to retreat to safety, he suddenly felt a wave of weakness wash over him.
The panel in his right eye once again drew his attention.
【magic Power: 4 / 60】
“What’s going on?”
Weilan remembered that his magic Power was 41 points after his last use of Minute Observation. Now, after some time had passed, it should have recovered even more!
Weilan desperately searched his memories, trying to find the reason for the decrease in magic Power.
“If there’s anything else that could consume my magic Power, then it can only be the Ancient magic - Falling Thunder I used for the first time!”
“These ancient magic spells require my magic Power to cast!”
He suddenly realized that after his first attempt to concoct the antidote formula Dumbledore gave him, his magic Power had also decreased.
And during the Potion concoction process, he needed to cast ancient magic!
His wand had been disarmed.
There wasn't enough magic Power for ancient magic.
His body was also held captive in mid-air by Dementors.
Both Potions had also passed their effective time. The storm summoned by Lightning Brew was dissipating, and the armor formed by the Eldrus Potion was melting.
Weilan desperately thought of a way to escape.
The fire on the treehouse was subsiding, the towering tree had turned to charcoal, and half of the treehouse wall had been destroyed by Carson’s explosion, leaving only the faint framework of the original three rooms.
The Dementor, holding Weilan, tried to enter the charred treehouse.
“Professor! I’m caught by a Dementor, attack behind me!”
Weilan shouted, using his voice to report his position.
Olena’s body, after enduring three almost destructive spells, had returned to normal. She commanded all the Dementors to squeeze into the treehouse, which was now only a silhouette.
Dumbledore and the other two could not open their eyes to face Olena directly, but they could use sound to judge the general situation.
Weilan’s shout caused the Phoenix, parrot, and wolf, three silver-white Patronuses of different forms, to all rush towards him.
The Dementor was knocked down, and Weilan fell to the ground. He stumbled, trying to get up and run, but a dark shadow pressed down on him.
It was Olena, looking down at him.
Weilan immediately rolled to get around the Veela, but she kicked him in the abdomen, intending to kick him back among the Dementors like a ball.
She didn't succeed.
Because Weilan grabbed her calf.
“I’m here, Professor, I’ve got her calf!”
Weilan continued to report his position through sound.
Seeing another round of attacks about to sweep over, Olena finally panicked.
She dragged Weilan, who was clinging to her calf, and walked breathlessly deeper into the treehouse, using the remaining ruins of the treehouse to block the incoming spell attacks.
A downward passage appeared before them.
This was originally the downward staircase, but the wooden steps were now burned, leaving only a dark, gloomy tunnel.
Olena clamped Weilan’s neck with her hand and dragged him down into the tunnel.
Weilan immediately released his arms from Olena’s calf, digging his hands into the dirt mixed with wood ash, while simultaneously kicking towards Olena’s eyes, desperately trying to prevent her from dragging him underground.
“What are you waiting for? Drag him down!”
Olena, from below, was giving orders to the Dementors above.
“Hurry! This Veela went into the tunnel!”
Weilan saw three Patronuses chasing behind the Dementors. The Dementors, being repelled, all surged into the tunnel.
Weilan heard footsteps getting closer and closer.
“Hold on…”
More and more Dementors tried to squeeze in, but Weilan was blocking the entrance. This caused Weilan to get closer and closer to these terrifying creatures.
The face under a Dementor’s hood was nearing Weilan.
“A Dementor is about to kiss me!”
Weilan was startled and quickly let go, allowing himself to fall down the passage, hoping to create distance from the Dementor’s hood.
The entrance widened.
The Dementors swarmed in.
Rumble!
Accompanied by a huge sound, Weilan saw the light above him rapidly extinguishing.
The exit of the underground passage was sealed.
It was pitch black all around. Weilan touched his back and found that his tattered backpack was still on him, with the Potion bottles clinking inside.
He didn't rush to drink the Night Vision Potion, but first pulled out his Invisibility Cloak and put it on.
The next second, light dispelled the darkness.
To Weilan’s disappointment, this light did not come from Olena’s wand, but from glowing stones on the wall.
Weilan’s wand was left outside, and he had been planning to use the advantage of being invisible to snatch Olena’s wand!
Weilan thought that ever since he encountered Olena this time, he hadn't seen her take out her wand.
But Olena had used spells.
Could this be… the legendary “wandless magic”?
The Dementors could smell Weilan, so Weilan had no choice but to walk deeper into the cave to avoid the Dementors.
Stone steps gradually appeared underfoot, and more and more glowing stones lit up the surroundings.
The light was still dim.
Weilan drank a small bottle of Night Vision Potion to enhance his vision in the dim environment.
“I know you’re invisible, you’re right ahead.”
Weilan heard Olena chasing him from behind.
“Since you rejected me, I’m going to catch you, lock you in a cage, and use your blood to make Potions!”
“It’s a pity you can’t accept a Dementor’s kiss; these greedy dark creatures will suck away the precious magic in your blood…”
Weilan had no choice but to keep going down.
The steps underfoot were nearing their end; this passage connected to a huge underground space.
Weilan remembered Barty saying that this was a sealed underground space.
This meant Weilan was about to run out of places to go.
He heard waves of explosions coming from far above him.
He knew that two Aurors were trying to reopen the tunnel entrance.
Dumbledore probably wouldn’t do that; it wasn’t his style. He should be studying how to undo the magic that sealed the passage now.
“Then I need to keep stalling until Dumbledore opens the entrance.”
As his thoughts churned, Weilan was about to descend the long stone staircase.
A figure suddenly appeared at the end of the stone steps.
Weilan stopped in horror.
This passage was not wide, and if both ends were blocked, Weilan really couldn’t think of any way to continue stalling.
“No, calm down, first observe the person in front.”
Weilan steadied himself and found that standing at the exit of the passage was another Veela.
She had the Veela’s characteristic flowing, silvery hair, skin as pure as moonlight, and a face so beautiful it was breathtaking.
But her condition was very wrong.