"Are you doing construction?" Krum asked.
"More or less. Thanks anyway. Too bad we aren't from the same school, or I could've given you some extra points." As Kayson spoke, the mechanical arms behind him did not stop working. Since one driveshaft was not strong enough, he would use several more. It would work somehow.
Meanwhile, Krum looked at the person before him, who showed not the slightest excitement at meeting his idol—only a passion for construction, a whole set of mechanical arms... and a faint, hidden awkwardness...
Huh? It seemed he had overlooked something... Mechanical arms?
Krum looked at the dozen or so mechanical arms wildly swinging behind Kayson and blinked instinctively. He thought his eyes might be playing tricks on him.
He quickly opened his eyes again. Yes, this was much more normal. There were not over a dozen mechanical arms... there were only ten.
But that was still insanely outrageous!
Krum looked at the mechanical arms flailing behind Kayson, then at Kayson's awkward smile. He felt that he might have gotten the wrong idea.
After all, in theory, a purely academic subject like alchemy should not have much interest in a sport like Quidditch. Not everyone could excel in both fields like he did.
Still, his straightforward athletic temperament made him ask directly, "Are you my fan?"
Kayson awkwardly rubbed his nose. "Mm, yes, yes, that's right. Viktor Krum, Italy's finest Seeker. How could I not be your fan?"
"I'm on the Bulgarian team... and I'm of German descent." This time, Krum awkwardly rubbed his own nose.
"Oh... oh, sorry. I'm not that curious about public figures' private lives," Kayson replied tactfully.
Krum nodded. That answer was certainly pleasant to hear. After all, dealing with an overly enthusiastic fan could be exhausting...
Well, it had nothing to