In an instant, the young wizards surged over like a tide.
Kayson's expression changed. He wondered whether it would be rude if he teleported away right now.
But in that brief moment of hesitation, he could no longer leave.
The young wizards chattered as they crowded around him, leaving Lupin staring in a daze.
Yet that daze lasted only an instant. He still stood beside Kayson, his gaze covertly fixed on that small, familiar figure.
"Professor Kayson, I never thought I'd run into you here." A tall red-haired man walked over, pressing a hand onto the Weasley twins' heads as he politely spoke.
"Uh... hello?"
"Hello, hello. I'm Arthur Weasley. You taught these two Weasleys' father. Thank you so much for taking care of them."
"You're welcome. It's their own talent, really..."
Seeing this, the Malfoy father and son, who had originally been about to approach Kayson for a chat, stopped in their tracks, as though they did not want to touch anything or anyone connected to the Weasley family.
However, once Lucius Malfoy stepped out of Flourish and Blotts, he remembered that he had already accomplished his most important purpose for coming here—and had successfully used that Dark Magic diary to pull one over on the Weasleys. A strange smile appeared on his face.
Meanwhile, Gilderoy Lockhart, who had been happily performing a stage play atop a table, noticed that two-thirds of his fans had vanished in an instant. Most of those remaining were young wizards who knew nothing.
He immediately lost all interest in continuing his performance and headed toward the crowd that had stolen his fans. He wanted to see just who this remarkable person was.
As Kayson struggled to fend off the young wizards' gossip, he suddenly saw a right hand extended toward him.
He shook