Dumbledore was coming?
Gellert's heart gave a thump, and Klein's did too.
This—
Was going to be trouble!
"Our team hasn't made it into the Top 64 in years, so the people over at the Department of Magical Sports and Games are taking this pretty seriously.
"And since you're a Hogwarts student, Klein, Minister Dumbledore said he wanted to come in person and commend you for your contributions to the team.
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
Old Ox didn't know what was really going on, and kept talking as if nothing were amiss.
But halfway through, he noticed that Klein's expression had turned strange. He stopped talking and looked at him in puzzlement.
"Nothing. I'm just so happy."
With his unlucky great-uncle still beside him, Klein didn't want to give anything away. He managed a strained laugh, lowered his head, and quickly weighed the pros and cons.
First of all, Gellert and Dumbledore couldn't meet.
Otherwise, two hundred-year-old men would definitely start fighting!
Secondly, in the eyes of outsiders, the Dark Lord had been imprisoned in Nurmengard all this time. If he suddenly appeared here, someone might follow the trail and uncover "Soren" and "Death Blossom."
And Dumbledore knew "Soren's" true identity...
"Mr. G?"
At the sound of Klein's voice, Gellert came back to himself and forced out a faint smile.
"The matches are still going on, so go on and take care of things. Don't worry about me."
He looked at Klein, caught up in his own thoughts.
"Keep it up in the next match. I'll be cheering you on from the stands."
"Thanks."
Avoiding a meeting was probably the best way to handle things for now.
Klein breathed a sigh of relief. He'd been genuinely worried that Gellert might act on impulse and turn this into one of those scenes