Klein's "insolent" smile quickly caught the attention of Madame Maxime and the Beauxbatons students.
Many eyes gathered on him. He froze for a moment, then deliberately turned around and looked behind him, feigning confusion.
"Heh heh, who's this interesting young man?"
Madame Maxime blinked and asked with interest.
"Klein, come over and say hello."
Dumbledore gave Klein, standing behind him, a helpless look and beckoned him over.
"Oh."
I should've remembered to keep my facial expressions under control.
Klein moved closer and dutifully came to stand beside Dumbledore.
"I'm Klein Will Grindelwald. It's nice to meet you, Madame Maxime."
Madame Maxime was so tall that even Klein had to tilt his head back to speak to her.
"You're that Grindelwald?"
A flash of delight crossed Madame Maxime's face.
Behind her, the Beauxbatons students also looked curious.
The First-class Order of Merlin recipient, the Quidditch prodigy who had swept the World Cup and won—was this really him?
The moment he introduced himself, the gazes fixed on Klein seemed to grow even more fervent.
"If there isn't another one, then I suppose I'm that 'Grindelwald.'"
Klein spread his hands.
Dumbledore saw this and placed a large hand on Klein's shoulder.
"He's still young and doesn't know any better. Please excuse him, Madame Maxime."
"It's all right."
Madame Maxime gave Klein a careful once-over but didn't scold him for his earlier discourtesy.
"Yes, yes, I'm still young..."
Klein turned his head and gave Dumbledore an amused look.
When there was trouble, he was Kla-A-Meng. When there wasn't, he was just a child.
Old man, you're really something!
"Ahem."
Sensing Klein's look, Dumbledore gave a couple of deliberate coughs and changed the subject.
"Madame Maxime, would you like to go into the castle and warm up first, or...?"
These visitors from abroad seemed to