Chapter 157 Veela's Bloodline Origin

"Maka...you, are you not going back to Hogwarts...?"

Hearing Wei Li's direct inquiry, Maca couldn't help but froze for a moment.

"……Maybe!"

To be honest, even though he has voluntarily left Hogwarts right now, whether he will come back in the future... It is really uncertain, after all, Rowena's test has not yet been completed!

From the beginning to the end, he has been studying the mysteries of the Book of Truth; but until now, he has only explored some extremely limited applications, and he still can't even see what is really hidden in it.

Hearing this, Willie didn't continue to ask any more questions, but turned her head to look at the Gryffindor table.

"She...I don't like it."

"Who?"

It's really not easy to get a sentence of "I don't like" from Willy, so Maca also turned her head and looked over there.

What Willie was staring at was a girl from Beauxbatons. She had taken off her scarf now, and her long, silvery hair flowed smoothly down to her waist like a waterfall.

At this moment, she just walked up to Ron and asked about it. After taking a plate of fish soup from the long Gryffindor table, she went back to Ravenclaw.

From a distance, Maca can see that she has a pair of big blue eyes and a mouthful of white and neat teeth.

Yes, that girl is indeed beautiful, and it is no wonder that many students in the hall are turning their heads to look at her.

At this moment, Ron seemed particularly helpless. He stared at her blankly, his face flushed. Her beauty doesn't just refer to her appearance, but more to the fact that she seems to have a faint attractiveness. like—

"A Veela hybrid," Maca said looking at her, "that should be Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons."

"You, do you like it?" Willie asked suddenly, and then added, "Vela."

"Me?" Maca thought for a while, then shook his head, "I can't say I like it, but I am very interested in this bloodline... I mentioned a story in a magic book about the Veela bloodline .”

"What?" Willie immediately turned her head, looked directly at him and asked, looking very concerned.

"Are you interested?" Maca said, "That book records a legend about the origin of the Veela lineage..."

While eating the food on the dinner plate, he started talking intermittently as if he was telling a story.

It is said that in a small desert country in ancient times, a girl with a strange and beautiful appearance appeared. Even when she was still a teenager, her beauty was already well-known in the city.

However, she was just an ordinary beautiful Muggle girl at that time, and she was far from being recorded by wizards.

But on the day when she became an adult, something happened to her body, and she suddenly produced an extremely strong and extremely charming power. All men, women and children were attracted by her charm, fell deeply into a strange illusion, and killed each other.

The girl was terrified, but she was powerless to change the situation. She could only keep running around.

And it was her panicked behavior that caused the disaster to spread rapidly to the whole country, and this bad situation seemed to be out of control.

In the end, she even affected some of the ancient wizards and triggered a real disaster of annihilation.

At the end of this legend, it is said:

When the unfortunate girl finally understood that her own existence would only bring disaster to the world, she chose to die quietly in a silent valley of flowers. Because she didn't dare to look back at the country like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, because she could no longer bear the pain of reality.

When she fell in that sea of ​​flowers, her blood stained the soil red.

Years later, a piece of crystal flower inhabited by elves quietly bloomed in the dark red soil, as if commemorating the pure heart of that girl...

The story ended here, but Maca didn't stop.

"As you may have guessed, that kind of crystal flower should be the 'mysterious crystal flower' grown from the flower seeds you brought, and the 'elf' mentioned in the story probably refers to Veela..."

Having said that, he paused, and took a bite of the sausage on the fork, "I guess, if it is watered with Veela's blood, the growth speed of the 'Riddle Crystal' flower seeds may be much faster... "

As he talked, he habitually began to think about the research items on the "Mystery Crystal Flower", but Willie didn't seem to be listening at this time. She just stared blankly at Maca's side face, and only repeated one sentence in her heart——

"This story, he also knows..."

At this time, the desserts after the meal were served, and everyone noticed that there were many sweets that they had never seen before.

On the Gryffindor side, Ron carefully served the desserts, and took a fancy to a strange, white milk jelly. He then carefully moved it a few inches from his right hand, so that it could be clearly seen from the Ravencrouch table.

However, the charming girl seemed to be full, and she didn't come over to serve this plate of sweets.

When the golden plates were cleared one after another, Dumbledore stood up again.

Following his action, a feeling of both excitement and tension pervaded the auditorium.

Maca turned and looked calmly at Dumbledore.

"The moment has come at last," said Dumbledore, smiling into a strained face. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I would like to explain a few words before bringing the box in..."

Dumbledore first introduced Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, and Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Sports and Sports.

After his introduction, there were sparse applause in the auditorium.

Even for the more popular Bagman, the applause prepared for him didn't ring much. After all, everyone was waiting for Dumbledore to announce something more important!

"Mr Bagman and Mr Crouch have worked tirelessly over the past few months to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," continued Dumbledore, "and they will join me, Professor Orson and Maxim Madam, together, form a panel of judges to make a fair judgment on the efforts of the warriors."

As soon as they heard the word "warrior", the students seemed to be more attentive.

Dumbledore also seemed to have noticed their sudden silence, and he smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Filch, please bring up the box."

No one noticed that Filch had been standing in a corner of the Great Hall just now, and now he was walking towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box studded with jewels, which looked very old.

Everyone looked at the box and started discussing it enthusiastically.

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific items of this year's Warriors competition," Dumbledore said, and Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him.

"They also made a lot of the necessary arrangements for each project. There are three projects, which take place at different times throughout the school year, and they will test the warriors in many different ways...their magical talents, their guts and their ability to reason on the fly—”

"Of course, and their ability to overcome danger."

Hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, and everyone was so nervous that they held their breath.

"As you already know, there will be three warriors participating in the competition," Dumbledore continued calmly, "representing a participating school... We will grade them according to the quality of each competition item they complete. After the three items are over , the warrior with the highest score will win the Triwizard Cup. It is an impartial selector who is responsible for selecting the warrior, and it is the Goblet of Fire."

Having said that, Dumbledore drew out his wand, tapped three times on the lid of the box, and the lid creaked and slowly opened. Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, roughly carved wooden goblet.

The cup itself was inconspicuous, but it was filled with dancing blue and white flames.

Dumbledore closed the box and put the cup on the lid so that everyone in the Great Hall could see it clearly.

"Every student who wants to be a warrior must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet."

"Anyone who wants to become a warrior can sign up within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, that is, the night of Halloween, the Goblet will select the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools—tonight, Goblet The mug is placed in the foyer and is accessible to all students who wish to run.”

"In order to prevent students who are underage from being tempted..."

At this moment, Dumbledore seemed to look at Maca meaningfully, "After the goblet is placed in the hall, I will draw an age boundary around it. Anyone under the age of seventeen will not be able to cross this boundary." ..."

In the end, he emphasized his tone and reminded: "...Please think twice, make sure that you really want to participate in the competition wholeheartedly, and then put your name in the cup. Well, I think everyone should go to bed. Good night. "

When Dumbledore had finished speaking, everyone stood up and walked across the hall towards the door. At this time Maca also bid farewell to Willy, and went to Durmstrang's students, but was stopped by someone from behind.

"... Maca! I think we should talk, don't you think?"

He turned his head and looked at the person who stopped him, but there was no expression on his face.

"Really, Hermione? But I think there seems to be nothing that we have to talk about, isn't there?" Maca said calmly, "Let's talk about things tomorrow, I feel a little sleepy."

"But...hey! Maca!"

Not far away, the new Professor Moody was staring back and forth at Maca and Hermione with his good eye. But at this moment, Maka, who was turning away from him with his back turned, suddenly turned around, and Moody subconsciously felt a chill in his cold eyes.