You say I'm "Glinklai the Planeswalker"?
Sorry, actually, I'm Soren.
You think "Demon Lord" Soren is my true identity.
Sorry, that's another fake identity too. My name is Klein Grindelwald.
You think Klein Grindelwald must be the last layer, right?
Let me tell you a secret: Klein Grindelwald isn't my real name either. I'm a transmigrator who originally didn't belong to this world.
Well, if it's a nesting-doll game, might as well keep nesting.
Klein rather liked playing this sort of game.
I'm the hero, and I'm the villain.
Inside and out, it's all me!
Bet you didn't see that coming~
"You've certainly made a name for yourself now."
After entering the office with Dumbledore, Klein relaxed and sat down on the sofa. Before he had even settled in, the old man's slightly exasperated voice reached his ears.
"Isn't that exactly what you wanted?"
Klein answered vaguely.
He had only just come in and hadn't had a chance to inspect the place. If there were any spies in the office, it wouldn't do to let them overhear anything.
"Don't worry. It's safe here."
Dumbledore had naturally taken precautions against the very things Klein might think of.
He waved a hand and casually leaned back in the only office chair.
"Oh."
Klein nodded. To be absolutely safe, he casually cast a protective charm. Only after that was done did he return to his usual appearance and ask with a grin,
"Mister Headmaster, when are you going back to school? The students miss you."
"Alas..."
If only Klein hadn't brought that up. The moment he did, Dumbledore felt aggrieved.
He didn't want to be Minister of Magic either.
But there was no suitable candidate at the moment, so he had no choice but to take charge of the Ministry temporarily.
And that