Weilan didn't have the spare capacity to ponder this question; his full attention was focused on Fake Lily's back.
Just now, in order to cast that Killing Curse, Fake Lily had to twist her upper body to aim the spell in the correct direction.
Thus, her fragile and defenseless back was exposed within Weilan's attack range!
"Stupefy!"
A Stupefy spell shot out, resolute and decisive.
The Stupefy hit the woman's back, and she swayed, about to fall.
"Nice job, kid."
Black propped himself up with one hand, trying to quickly stand from the ground.
However, the moment his head turned towards Fake Lily, his entire body seemed to be frozen in place, as if someone had pressed a pause button.
Weilan, who was behind Fake Lily, witnessed the emotions on Black's face gradually change from anger to peace, then from peace to bewilderment, until finally, joy completely occupied that handsome face.
And Fake Lily's originally drowsy body, just before falling, suddenly showed a bright silver glow through her skin.
The silver glow quickly faded, and Fake Lily, at an abnormally fast speed, shook off the effects of the Stupefy.
She stood steadily on the ground again, wand in hand, about to turn towards Weilan.
"Not good!"
An alarm bell rang in Weilan's heart:
"The Polyjuice Potion's effects have completely worn off; the Veela's appearance has a very strong enchanting ability!"
He immediately closed his eyes, blocking his vision.
However, the ensuing darkness reminded Weilan:
He wasn't a trained Auror; he didn't have such strong ability to discern positions by sound.
So he lowered his head, opened his eyes, hoping to judge the positions of friend and foe through the changes in light and shadow on the ground.
The interrogation room's light nestled in the high corner of the opposite wall, still silently dedicating its light to the entire room.
This warm, bright yellow light, when obstructed by objects large or small, cast gray-Black shadows of varying shapes on the ground.
Weilan gazed at the shadows on the ground, and relying on his last memories, he associated the shadows with the various characters.
Starting from the far left, the thin shadow with messy hair was Harry.
His shadow was currently tilting its head to the right, its movements sluggish.
Undoubtedly, Harry's mind had been enchanted.
To his right, the shadow of the tall woman, with long hair fluttering without wind, was precisely the Veela disguised as Lily.
Weilan's gaze dared not linger on her shadow for too long, and he continued to shift it to the right.
On the far right was Black's shadow.
After looking directly at the Veela and failing to struggle, he had become her captive.
Looking further to the right, there was a curled-up, trembling woman's shadow—
It must be Narcissa.
Next to Narcissa, Little Malfoy's shadow stood.
The light elongated Little Malfoy's shadow, twisting it into a tall, terrifying Black Giant.
It seemed as if in the next second, this Black Giant would tear apart and devour his trembling mother at his feet.
Finally, James's position…
Weilan re-examined all the shadows on the ground and found one last overlapping figure behind Black.
Because this shadow was almost completely merged with Black's shadow, it was difficult to spot with a cursory glance.
But Weilan still noticed it.
And this shadow's taut posture was completely different from the sluggish and powerless forms of the other enchanted people.
James was still awake!
Black, who had stood up first, blocked James's sight, unintentionally protecting James and preventing him from having his reason devoured by the Veela!
Observation, judgment, and deduction were completed within two seconds.
Then, three incantations burst simultaneously in the small interrogation room, including a Shield Charm, a Killing Curse, and an Expelliarmus.
The light of the spells flashed and vanished.
Immediately followed by the dull thud of a flesh-and-blood body hitting the wall.
The Shield Charm was one Weilan cast on himself, but it seemed a bit overcautious, as no spells hit the Shield Charm, and Weilan was unharmed.
Weilan then realized that the Veela had cast a Killing Curse at James.
James must have dodged it. The sound of hitting the wall was made when he dodged.
And the Expelliarmus must have been James's shot at the Veela.
"Is that you, Weilan?"
James was both surprised and delighted:
"I heard your incantation! You're still awake!"
"Quick! Now! My Expelliarmus hit her; I heard her wand fall to the ground."
Weilan reacted immediately, using the most lethal spell he knew:
"Sectumsempra!"
The spell cut through the air, and blood gushed out.
A foul smell of blood permeated the air.
Suppressing the churning in his stomach, Weilan focused all his attention on his ears—
Without using his sight, he needed to use his less keen ears to gather as much information about the situation as quickly as possible.
"It seems my little darling has learned some dangerous magic…"
The injured Veela was panting:
"You hurt Mommy, and Mommy is very sad… Mommy has decided to punish you, you naughty child, first!"
Weilan's heart sank, but he wasn't surprised—he had successfully ambushed this Veela twice already.
It was inevitable that the Veela, in her rage, would turn her attention to him.
"Kid, I'll cover you! Depulso—Impedimenta—"
"Go quickly, head into the stadium, there are still Aurors stationed there, call them over!"
James was practically screaming with all his might.
Weilan did not hesitate after receiving the order.
Turning, opening the door, and stepping out, all in one fluid motion.
The Veela's slightly breathless, enchanting voice rang out as Weilan stepped through the door:
"Whoever catches that naughty child, Mommy will reward handsomely!"
"Be careful not to use too dangerous spells, little darling, Mommy will be very sad if you get hurt."
"Oh no, get out of the way!"
Accompanying James's sharp intake of breath, Weilan's steps faltered.
He wasn't a well-trained Auror; lacking enemy sight and agile movements, his best defensive method was only the Shield Charm.
So he raised his wand, subconsciously about to cast another Shield Charm on himself.
"Expelliarmus!"
This was the first spell to hit Weilan, coming from behind and striking Weilan's wrist.
Thus, the unfinished Shield Charm was interrupted, his wand slipped from his grasp, flew two feet away, and fell.
"Impedimenta!"
This was the second spell to hit Weilan; it was Black's voice casting the Impediment Hex.
Weilan immediately felt an invisible wall blocking his way. Every step he took forward was met with immense resistance.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Malfoy's subsequent third spell further locked Weilan's feet firmly, completely depriving him of the ability to move.
Weilan was still desperately running forward, but the sudden stiffening of his legs made him lose balance in an instant, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.
The pain and dizziness brought by the violent impact of his forehead with the ground did not cause the grinding gears in Weilan's brain to malfunction.
On the contrary, as his cheek met the cold marble floor, he was thinking of countermeasures even faster:
"No, my wand is out of my hand, my legs are locked, I'm definitely unable to get the message out. But the Veela's words seem to indicate she really needs to keep me alive…"
"I must be very important to her. If I can't die, then the Veela definitely won't allow me to escape!"
"If the Veela is fixated on me, I have no way to escape with my abilities!"
"And James, whether in magic or physical strength, is above me. He has a greater chance of escaping this strange Veela than I do."
"Only if James escapes and brings reinforcements do I have a chance to seize a glimmer of hope!!!"
There were only a few seconds, but it was enough for his mind to make a decision and his body to act on it.
Weilan held his breath and lay still on the ground.
"Hmm, knocked out?"
The Veela's confused voice came from behind.
"My three little darlings ~ will you help me deal with this bad uncle, okay?"
"Mommy needs to go see if the naughty child has been punished!"
Tap—tap—tap—
A very clear sound, coming from close to the ground, and getting closer.
Weilan could imagine it was two high heels alternately tapping the ground.
She was coming.
A cool lilac scent entered Weilan's nostrils, and he heard the Veela's panting come directly above his head.
A sudden sharp pain came from the back of his left hand, which was powerlessly resting on the ground.
From the sensation, it must have been a high heel crushing Weilan's hand.
Nerves contracted, muscles tensed. At the last moment, Weilan controlled the instinctive reaction of his arm contracting from the pain.
"It seems he really is unconscious."
As the panting voice suddenly drew closer, Weilan could even feel her exhaled breath hitting his face.
Now.
Weilan suddenly opened his eyes, and his still-movable right arm clenched into a fist and swung out, striking the Veela's high, delicate nose bridge hard.
"Ugh—"
The Veela cried out in pain, lifting her jade-like calf and kicking Weilan in the chest.
The pointed high heel sole, like an awl, pierced between Weilan's ribs, and the sharp pain, like a venomous snake, bit his heart.
"Cough, cough—"
Coughing, he drew cold air into his lungs to alleviate the pain.
Weilan gritted his teeth and endured the pain, pulling back with his hand to grasp the Veela's right hand holding her wand, controlling her so she couldn't cast a spell, while also preventing her from kicking him away.
Thus, the force of the kick acted back on the Veela herself, causing her to completely lose balance and fall sideways to the ground.
Weilan rolled over her, using his body weight to pin the Veela to the ground.
If "Stupefy"-like magic control didn't work on her, then he would use physical control!
"Mr. Potter, run, go call for backup!!!"
Weilan used the last of the air in his lungs to signal James.
The Veela's body was light, and Weilan's trampled left hand quickly recovered.
Then came a continuous barrage of fists, landing on the Veela's delicate skin.
Weilan's vast mind was left with only one thought—
"Stall! I must stall for time until James escapes."
However, Weilan's body wasn't heavy either. The Veela desperately twisted her lithe waist beneath him, and it looked like she was about to throw Weilan off…
"Depulso!"
