After all, Fleur was not a witch from the British wizarding world.
So she did not really understand Dumbledore's status in the British wizarding world, nor the immense power he possessed.
However, although she could not quite understand what Draco meant, Fleur had no intention of continuing to ask about it.
Rather, what she cared about more was the Marauder's Map currently in Draco's hand, as well as the true location of the Draco Constellation and Hogwarts branch.
Fleur openly rested her small head on Draco's shoulder.
It had to be said that with her height, the posture did not look strained at all. Instead, it looked rather natural.
It was like a girlfriend acting affectionately with her boyfriend.
Was this only to be expected from a Veela with such an unpredictable personality?
Not long ago, Fleur had still been sulking, but now she was acting as if nothing had happened and had become intimate again.
Under Draco's sidelong glance, Fleur curiously leaned her small head closer. "So how does this work? A dark magic map?"
For a magical item capable of spying on people's movements, Fleur really could not think of any other possibility besides dark magic.
Surely this thing, which could show everyone's location, could not have been made just for pranks.
That was impossible, right?
Facing the question by his ear, Draco first confirmed the situation around them before nudging the little head pressing against him with his shoulder.
"I'll explain it to you later. Now isn't the time to talk about this. You don't want to be discovered either, do you?"
"...Fine."
It was no wonder Draco said that.
Because of their posture, Fleur's silver hair, smooth as silk, slid over Draco's shoulder. A few mischievous strands brushed against him, making his heart itch.
At the same time, the fresh, pleasant fragrance on her body surrounded him completely through their physical contact.
Worse still was that soft, springy presence that had already matured.
Every touch let Draco feel her perfect shape.
A tempting enchantress.
Even Draco, whose "magic resistance" was extremely high, nearly got carried away by Fleur's charm.
As for this.
Fleur, who had deliberately pretended that her closeness was accidental, heard the breathing and heartbeat in the air seem to grow slightly unsteady. Her beautiful eyes curved with mischief.
It seemed.
This was revenge for what had happened earlier. Their seemingly aloof half-blood Veela apparently hid a bit of a little devil side.
...
On the way to the Draco Constellation base, Draco carefully avoided any wizards they might run into while taking the time to explain their destination to Fleur.
That was, the Hogwarts branch of the Draco Constellation.
"Although I already knew about your plan, putting the branch base inside the school really is a bold idea. This is what they call..."
"The safest place is the most dangerous place?"
"Exactly. That's what I meant."
While looking curiously at the ink dots on the Marauder's Map, Fleur nodded with her hands clasped behind her back.
It had to be said that nothing about this scene made it look as though they were trying to avoid being discovered while heading toward their destination.
Was that only to be expected because they had the Marauder's Map?
Or should it be said that Draco and the others were both bold and careful?
In any case.
As they drew closer to their destination, Fleur, who had not been nervous before, inexplicably began to feel tense.
Perhaps it was because this was her first time meeting everyone as a member of the Draco Constellation.
And while she was nervous, Fleur was also intensely curious about the Draco Constellation branch base.
That curiosity was not only directed toward the members she had yet to meet, but also toward what kind of place it would be.
"Can you tell me about the branch first?"
"What do you want to know?"
Answering a question with a question was precisely what Draco was good at.
Fleur, encountering this for the first time, raised her eyebrows. "...Then tell me how many people are at the base."
"Hmm..."
"Wait! What's with that strange hesitation? Don't tell me you don't even know."
"....."
"....."
"I'm starting to regret joining your organization."
"Ahem!"
As the two bickered all the way.
They also arrived at their destination.
The same knight statue holding a greatsword, the same empty corridor.
This time, Fleur finally saw clearly how Draco opened these passages.
Looking at that same pitch-black opening.
Fleur could not help but begin looking forward to what kind of scenery would be on the other side.
...
As time passed, and through everyone's efforts.
The small space Draco had chosen as a secret base had already undergone a very obvious transformation.
From having nothing at all.
To the current Draco Constellation branch.
It could be said that compared to the scene at the beginning, when everything was still waiting to be built, the Draco Constellation and Hogwarts branch was now changing almost every single day.
If Draco did not come here almost every day, perhaps even he, as its leader, would barely recognize it as the same place.
The instant she stepped out of the passage.
Although Fleur had already prepared herself to be surprised, the moment this scene appeared before her, she still could not help widening her eyes in astonishment.
She knew very well that she was now inside Hogwarts Castle, yet the endless horizon before her seemed to stretch beyond sight.
Aside from the expanded space.
A sun that radiated heat and light hung overhead.
When she raised her hand, she could feel the breeze blowing past and the cool touch against her skin.
Not far away were lush forests and rolling hills. Anyone who did not know better might think they had arrived at some breathtaking scenic spot where they could enjoy nature.
If this were any place outside, Fleur would not have been surprised at all.
But this... was Hogwarts.
Thinking of that, Fleur could not help looking at Draco beside her.
"You actually managed to do something like this?"
"Even if it were any adult wizard, they probably couldn't have done it better, right?"
Marvelous magic.
And a marvelous man.