75. Hehe.

Ryan casually flipped through the front page of The Daily Prophet, scanning for anything exciting. Beyond the headlines, he rarely found anything worth reading—most of it was just gossip or Ministry nonsense. Lately, every issue had been dominated by the aftermath of the World Cup massacre.

So, as usual, he skimmed past the rest of the paper without much thought and passed it over to Yue, missing a small but significant ad buried deeper in the pages.

Jean and Apolline Delacour had finally begun to suspect that something was seriously wrong with their daughter. Fleur's obsession with finding her mysterious savior had only intensified, and her veela nature made it impossible to ignore. She was restless, distracted—desperate.

Left with no choice, Jean had reached out beyond France, placing ads in multiple international wizarding newspapers. He didn't need much, just a clue—any hint at all that would lead them to the young man who had saved their daughter.

Yue's red eyes flicked across the page as she casually read through the article. Then she froze. A wide, knowing smile spread across her lips.

There, printed in black and white, was a picture of Ryan.

Of course, she knew about Veela. She had read the Harry Potter books and had made sure to learn about them. And she knew for a fact that Ryan—whether he realized it or not—was exactly the type of man a Veela would obsess over.

So Fleur was the girl he saved that night?

Ryan had mentioned rescuing someone, but he hadn't thought much of it. He had no idea that the girl in question was Fleur Delacour.

Yue's wicked smile widened as she carefully folded the newspaper and tucked it away.

"Rachel, can I borrow Nyx? I need to send a letter."

Rachel barely looked up from her book. "Sure."

Yue hummed in satisfaction, quickly finishing her meal before slipping away to the bedroom. She already had a plan in mind.

With practiced ease, she pulled out parchment and an envelope, her grin growing as she began writing.

She didn't mind helping her beloved pick up more girls.

Her letter to Fleur Delacour was detailed—almost too detailed. She included Ryan's name, age, and the fact that he attended Hogwarts. She made sure to emphasize his prodigious talent, his top-ranking grades, and his unparalleled magical ability. Naturally, she also mentioned that he already had a small harem.

Best to set expectations early, she thought with amusement.

Of course, she added a few… extra details. Fleur would need a little encouragement, after all. Yue even attached a couple of her favorite shirtless photos of Ryan—not too revealing, of course. She would never compromise his privacy by sharing anything too personal.

Still, as she licked her lips, she couldn't help but admire her collection.

With a satisfied hum, Yue sealed the envelope, stuck a charming photo of Ryan to the front, and sent it off with Nyx.

Somehow, she had a feeling things were about to get very interesting.

"Hehe."

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Fleur Delacour sat at her vanity, staring blankly into the mirror. The once radiant, confident girl was a shadow of herself. Her normally flawless skin was pale, her striking blue eyes sunken with exhaustion, dark bags marring her delicate features. She had lost weight, barely eating, her appetite all but gone as her obsession consumed her.

She needed to find him.

Her savior.

It had been weeks since that night. The night he had saved her from a fate worse than death. At first, she had tried to be patient, believing fate would bring them together again. But as time passed and she found nothing—no name, no sign, not even a whisper of the man who had rescued her—her frustration grew.

Her parents had noticed, of course. They had seen the change in her, how distracted she had become, how she barely spoke to anyone. Finally, her father had taken action, putting out discreet inquiries and placing ads in wizarding newspapers across Europe.

Still, nothing.

Until today.

A sharp peck at her window jolted Fleur from her thoughts. She turned, heart hammering in her chest as she saw the sleek black raven perched outside, a letter clutched in its talons.

With a flick of her wand, she unlatched the window, and the raven swooped inside, dropping the envelope into her hands before flying off. Fleur's breath hitched as she saw the picture affixed to the front.

It was him.

Her fingers trembled as she tore the envelope open, devouring every word.

"Ryan," she whispered, eyes widening as she read.

He was fourteen.

For a moment, she sat in stunned silence, struggling to process that the one who had overpowered trained Death Eaters with such ease was barely older than her little sister. But the shock quickly melted into something else—excitement.

Because fate had aligned perfectly.

He was at Hogwarts.

And this year, she would be going there for the Triwizard Tournament.

A slow smile spread across Fleur's lips as she lifted the next page—only to freeze when her eyes landed on the photos.

Her breath caught.

Her cheeks flushed.

Mon dieu…

The shirtless images of Ryan left no doubt that he was anything but an ordinary boy. His physique was unreal, lean yet powerful, a body honed far beyond his years.

Fleur bit her lip, heat rising to her face and a wetness between her thighs. She memorized every single perfect line of his body with her eyes, she so desperately wanted to do the same with her fingers, tongue, every other part of her body.

The letter had also mentioned that Ryan already had a harem. She barely spared the detail a second thought. Someone that strong, that capable—of course he would have women around him. It was only natural. A man like him deserved many lovers.

It didn't bother her in the slightest. After all the French were well known for their openness regarding love and affection.

Also because she would make sure that she was one of them.

Fleur delicately folded the letter and set it aside, her fingers tracing over Ryan's name and his face on the picture which had a handsome smile.

For the first time in months, she felt alive.

She would see him soon.

And this time, she wouldn't let him disappear.

But for now she needed to get some food in her belly, rest, and quench the heat that was forming inside her from those pictures.

Her inner veela purred in excitement.