Alan didn't panic from the unexpected attack, but quickly used Protego, creating a transparent dome that stopped the knockback spell, and at the same moment, pointing his palm at her, he released a disarming spell. However, the woman completely imitated his actions, blocking the spell and abruptly stepping aside. With an anticipatory grin, she was about to attack again, but Regulus had already managed to intervene, standing in front of Snape.
"Cousin, stop it! He helped me!"
The woman simply looked at her cousin with displeasure and, tucking a lock of dark hair behind her ear, glanced suspiciously at Alan smiling at her.
"Grandma told you many times not to go out alone and not to hang out with any mudbloods..."
"I needed to pick up something, but I didn't expect it to be a trap and for them to try to kidnap me," the young man replied with a tired sigh. "Sorry, I wanted to do everything myself and not bother you or grandma."
"I see," she said irritably, looking at Alan. "I won't thank you, just tell me what you want."
"I had an idea before, but after you showed up..." or, more precisely, after the marks he felt on Bella's arm, he decided to abandon the idea of using them to find the Parselmouth. "I think I'll keep it to myself."
"Speak, I don't want anyone to know that the Blacks owe something to some half-blood."
"Oh, very well," Alan walked calmly past Regulus, standing directly in front of the slightly shorter woman. He smiled and began to examine the sorceress's attractive body, lingering especially long on her face... the slight pallor inherent in all aristocrats, full scarlet lips, slightly short but thick eyelashes, beneath which hid dark, night-like eyes, narrowed at that moment, hinting to him to step back, while jabbing her wand into his chest, and not attacking only because he had saved Regulus earlier. "Then I will demand only one thing from Miss Black... one kiss. Do you think that is a worthy price for saving your cousin?"
"You seem to want to die?" His request didn't move a muscle on the woman's face, and sparks of flame danced in her eyes, hinting to Alan that unless he asked for something else, his body would certainly soon be discovered in this very spot.
"And here I thought the Blacks never go back on their word..." Bella's eye flickered at these words, and the tip of her wand flared.
At the same time, Regulus, standing nearby, was wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling the tension hanging in the air, because who, if not him, should know how much his cousin hated any non-pure-blooded wizards, and especially her hot-tempered, "slightly" sadistic nature, and the fact that at that second she did not use her favorite curse on Snape, Crucio, was already a miracle.
"You don't want to change your mind?" Bella said coldly, emitting a murderous aura.
"Of course not, it's rare to meet such attractive girls like you."
His words brought a look of terrible displeasure to the woman's face, and the light at the end of the wand became even brighter.
"I'm giving you one last chance, think of something else."
"Fine, then nothing is needed," he waved his hand dismissively. "I shouldn't have expected anything else from pure-blooded mages, you're all just empty talkers..." Passing the frozen Bella, he headed for the alley exit, "all you can do is stab someone in the back."
"You...! How dare you insult pureblood wizards, you fucking mudblood! I'll kill you right now!" the witch exclaimed furiously, pointing her wand at his back. No matter how angry she was, she couldn't bring herself to attack, because his last words were still echoing in her head, and if she really did strike him in the back, she'd just be confirming the damn half-blood's words.
Gritting her teeth, Bella abruptly took a few steps forward, grabbing Alan by the shirt and "throwing" him into the wall. She pressed the tip of her wand to his chest and, grabbing him by the collar, bit into his lips.
How easy it is to manipulate her... he thought, smiling inwardly. But this isn't going to work! Placing one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her head, he abruptly spun her around, pinning her against the brick wall with his body.
Bella was momentarily shocked by this turn of events, and then she wanted to be furiously indignant, but the next moment a second wave of shock washed over the woman when Alan's dexterous tongue invaded her mouth and began to act like a "master."
But, of course, this did not last long, because she quickly came to her senses and bit his tongue, forcing him to retreat, allowing her to escape from his embrace.
"It was quite delicious. Have you had strawberry cake before?" Snape asked, licking his lips and smiling, causing a slight blush to appear on Bella's pale face, while she emitted a terrifying thirst for blood.
"I WILL TORTURE YOU, YOU DAMN BASTARD! CRUCIO!" Alan deftly dodged. "CRUCIO!" He dodged again, and then a black needle flew out of his pocket, transforming into a cube. "CRUCIO!" But this time, he didn't dodge, but continued to retreat. The spell never hit him, as the cube emitted an azure glow right in front of the beam, protecting him as he retreated. "CRUCIO...!"
"COUSIN! ENOUGH!" Regulus cried, grabbing her hand as he saw people gathering outside, just as Snape turned to them one last time and blew the enraged woman a kiss before disappearing around the corner.
"Let me go! I'll kill him!"
"He's already gone! And if you keep using that spell, you'll attract unnecessary attention!"
Tearing her hand from her cousin's grip, emitting a burning thirst for blood, she looked for a while in the direction where Alan had gone, and then turned her gaze to Regulus.
"If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you," her indifferent voice, coupled with her murderous gaze, sent shivers down the younger Black's spine.
"O-of course…" the young man nodded with a nervous smile, inwardly cursing Snape for leaving him alone with the enraged Bella.
Alan had a hard time suppressing a smile as he left Diagon Alley.
You're so damned savage, you crazy woman. If it weren't for Regulus, she would have definitely killed me the moment I spoke to her, but... Licking his lips, he narrowed his eyes contentedly, glancing toward the nondescript bar. But it was quite pleasant; I haven't been interested in women in a long time... Touching his index finger, he cut it slightly and began drawing a diamond-shaped pattern on his palm with blood. After a few seconds, it flared and shrank to a small tattoo two by two centimeters. Then he imparted a bit of magic, and an image of Bella appeared in his mind, currently furiously destroying her room. But still, taming such a tigress will be very difficult... and the influence of this spell, Crucio, isn't very good for the mind; it's apparently been used on her more than once, so a simple restorative potion definitely won't be enough, but... I'll think about that later; now at least I'll know the situation in the country firsthand. The spell Alan used, thanks to which he could observe Bella, was a Blood Magic spell, and it worked on the principle that, after drinking even a drop of the caster's blood, he could create a seal directly in the target's body, thanks to which he could easily observe them, as well as know their state, both physical and mental. Well, it's time to 'go home,' we need to quickly begin preparing for the potion... And looking towards the roadway, he reluctantly, with great effort, pulled out his wand and waved it...
And then, a moment later, a purple bus appeared out of thin air in front of him, and as soon as the door swung open, he was greeted by a grinning driver.
"I'm glad you chose us again. Would you like some hot chocolate or a hot water bottle and a toothbrush?" the old man's cheerful voice caused Alan to twitch nervously.
"I think I'll refuse."
"As you wish..."
And just a few minutes later the bus stopped abruptly.