Outside the Magical Sports and Games Authority, the manager was asking the young man with concern.
"Viktor, what was that about just now?"
"Nothing. I just thought the girl who passed by was very pretty, so I looked at her a few more times."
The manager patted his chest in relief. "Good thing you didn't say anything reckless just now, or this could have turned into a huge problem."
The young man looked utterly puzzled. "It shouldn't be that serious, should it?"
"Not that serious?" The manager cautiously glanced around, then leaned closer and lowered his voice after making sure no one was nearby.
"You're Viktor Krum, Seeker for Bulgaria's national Quidditch team, and the man with the best chance of claiming the title of World's Number One Seeker in this tournament.
If your fans find out that you're interested in some girl of unknown background, what do you think will happen?"
Krum nonchalantly patted his shoulder. "Come on, I don't even know her name. How does that mean I'm interested in her?"
The manager's mouth twitched. "Viktor, you looked like you'd just seen a Veela."
Being able to make the national team at such a young age required not only talent, but several times the effort of an ordinary person.
It was only natural to worry that he might get distracted, though comparing it to seeing a Veela was somewhat exaggerated.
Krum curled his lip. "If she really were a Veela, why weren't you affected?"
The manager gave his robes a little shake. "I'm a man who's seen the world. How could I be affected by her so easily?"
Krum rolled his eyes irritably. "Stop worrying about me. How about this? I promise that before the World Cup is over, I won't put my mind on anything outside the