"Sister?" Gabelle opened her eyes and stared at Fleur with her innocent eyes in confusion, and then her body trembled a little, and when she regained consciousness, the biting water of the lake was a complete torment for the little girl.

"We can go now, Gabrielle, it must be very cold here, right?" said Fleur lovingly, her slender legs swinging a few times, as if she was ready to take Gabrielle's hand and walk away, returning to shore as soon as possible.

"But—" Gabrielle glanced back at her companions tied to the stone pillar, and stopped talking.

She still remembered the girl who often appeared next to her big brother, who had been whispering to comfort her until she was hypnotized by Dumbledore, giving her an indescribable sense of peace.

The little girl's smooth forehead was now pressed against Fleur's cheek, because Fleur's had narrowed the range of her bubble spell, and because of this, Fleur could clearly see the tangled expression on her sister's face.

"Their corresponding warriors will come to their rescue soon. Fleur guessed what Gabrielle was trying to say, and explained.

But soon Fleur herself fell silent.

If she guessed correctly, the rest of the hostages, who were also the other people that the warriors cherished, had just fully experienced the deep sense of powerlessness and despair, and how helpless it was for the people she cherished to be in crisis in front of her but powerless.

Then she saw the faces of Pansy and Hermione, and realized that the things she was most dear to the Warriors weren't really "things".

It's a living person.

"How can he be so slow? hasn't arrived yet?" Fleur's brow furrowed, she was quite impressed with Pansy, and she still haunted the question of the dance partner at the Yule Ball.

At the same time, doubts filled his heart, with the strength of that boy, he would not have disappeared until now, she had been delayed here for long enough, but Malfoy had not yet arrived.

Of course, there is some schadenfreude in her heart now.

Looking at Gabrielle's expectant eyes, Fleur felt a little unbearable, and at the same time felt that if she left like this, she didn't seem to be able to pass her bottom line.

Perhaps it was a flash of inspiration, and suddenly, a "vicious" thought rose uncontrollably from her heart, she wanted to take revenge on Malfoy, and by the way, make him owe her a favor.

"That's just right!" Fleur pursed her lake-soaked lips and smiled wickedly.

Gabrielle swore to God, it was the first time she had seen her sister look so terrible, and her little face was tense.

"Aren't they pitiful, do you think your sister should help them too?" asked Fleur softly to Gabrielle, an angelic smile on her beautiful face, and the speed of the transformation made Gabrielle wonder if she had seen it wrong.

Gabrielle nodded her little head fiercely, indicating that she agreed with Fleur's words.

"That sister wants to help them, maybe go up later, would you like to?" Fleur continued.

Gabrielle nodded anyway.

"Close your eyes. She said.

Gabrielle obediently closed her eyes.

"Is this the little devil's girlfriend? When did it happen?" Fleur had swam to Hermione's side by this time, the girl was in a coma, her face was a little pale, her brown curls were scattered in front of her shoulders, her brows were unconsciously furrowed, and a few bubbles floated out of her mouth from time to time, looking no different from Gabrielle's state just now.

Fleur thought that Hermione was Harry's girlfriend and was now a hostage as his girlfriend. Soon sighed

"What a nasty thing to do, who came up with this rule-breaking kidnapping for the most important people to each other?" Fleur thought a little sneeringly, and then without hesitation, she reached over and pressed her lips to Hermione's lips, and began to repeat what she had just done to Gabrielle.

is also a girl, she has no psychological burden at all, and there is a premise for saving people, even more so.

The merfolk seemed to have retreated because of Fleur's rage, and now they were gone, otherwise there would definitely be someone who would have prevented her from rescuing the other hostages.

"Are you awake? The process of helping Hermione seemed much quicker than the rescue of Gabrielle, and Hermione quickly opened her eyes.

Looking at the girl in front of her, she didn't seem to have come back to her senses, her eyes that were originally full of wisdom and spirituality were still a little stunned, and she didn't know what was going on, Fleur chuckled at Hermione, as if comforted.

Then her eyes turned to Pansy, and the girl was now tightly closed, tied to one end of the stone pillar in pain.

A feeling of happiness rose from her heart, and soon someone would owe her a great favor.

Fleur spun around, swam nimbly in Pansy's direction, and in an instant she was in front of the unconscious girl, and then began to rescue herself.

At this time, she actually wondered why the "quick recovery" did not work for them, but this Muggle so-called "artificial respiration" method was effective.

Of course, the doubts didn't last long, and she didn't dig deeper, she still wanted to be the first to rush back and win the second race. If she had known the truth, she would have known that the Muggle way didn't actually work.

The so-called hypnotic magic cast by Dumbledore is not a complete hypnosis, as long as the conditions are met, it can be lifted, and the condition is that the hostage has a part out of the water and is in contact with the air, which means that the warrior has rescued the hostage, and there is no need to continue to maintain the coma magic, and it can also allow the warrior to let go of his hanging heart as soon as possible.

Fleur's head soaking spell coincidentally fulfilled this condition, and when the hostage received her "rescue", the head was briefly removed from the lake water.

Fleur looked at Pansy, and was about to lay her down and start to rescue, but she didn't know why her heartbeat suddenly began to speed up, and an inexplicable throbbing made her feel a faint discomfort.

"Guilt with impure motives?" Fleur asked herself, but quickly dismissed the idea, partly because she wanted to take revenge on someone, but also partly because of the kindness and intolerance from the bottom of her heart.

She shook her head, making a splash nearby, trying to break free from the sensation, then took a deep breath of what little air was left in the bubble and leaned down towards Pansy to begin her own rescue.