Klein had probably grown used to Dumbledore coming to him whenever something came up.
When he saw the Phoenix Patronus, he was surprised to find that he wasn't surprised at all.
"A small problem?"
After reading Dumbledore's letter, Klein couldn't help scratching his eyebrow.
Anything Dumbledore called a "small problem" had to be extremely troublesome.
Otherwise, the old man wouldn't have sent him a message at a time like this.
With that thought, he made up his mind. He transformed into Glinklai, stepped into the portal that appeared out of nowhere, and vanished.
Ministry of Magic, lobby reception.
"Hello there, little one. Is there anything I can help you with?"
A Little Cutie came stumbling over, and the receptionist in her professional attire nearly melted from the sheer adorableness.
Klein, however, was remarkably cold.
His eyes seemed to hold endless world-weariness, and a profound air utterly at odds with his appearance radiated from him, instantly silencing the woman who had spoken to him.
"Take me to Dumbledore."
He spoke in a world-weary tone, leaving no room for argument.
The boy stood there quietly, like a sharpened little blade, its edge gleaming!
"Uh..."
At his words, the receptionist froze, unsure what to do. She asked cautiously, "May I ask if you have an appointment?"
Albus Dumbledore was now the Ministry of Magic's acting Minister. He wasn't someone anyone could simply demand to see.
Klein, however, waved a hand dismissively.
"Stop wasting time. Send someone to tell him that Glinklai is here."
Each of his aliases had its own persona. "Soren" was sinister, while "Glinklai" was overbearing.
Distinctive traits were what made people memorable.
"I'm sorry, but that would be against regulations."
The receptionist gave Klein a professional smile and politely declined.
She no longer dared treat the mysterious boy before her