Dumbledore didn't find out until the next day that Voldemort had been besieged and forced to abandon his body and flee.
The old man was utterly shocked, yet had to put on an expression that said, "Everything is under control." The contrast was rather comical.
Naturally, they had to talk things over in private.
Klein assured him again and again that this little "incident" wouldn't affect the overall plan, and only then did Mister Headmaster let the matter drop.
Christmas was getting closer, and the older students were choosing their partners for the ball.
Klein had received plenty of invitations, too.
Well—
To be precise, not plenty. An overwhelming number.
"It's nice to be popular, isn't it?"
Draco had brought up the topic with Klein for who knew how many times.
It would be a lie to say he wasn't jealous.
But after all these years, he'd gotten used to feeling jealous.
"Yeah, it's all right."
Klein smiled, not taking the young master's teasing seriously.
A dance partner was easy enough to find, wasn't it? Just pick someone~
"Why are you so unconcerned? Another letter from one of your fans?"
Draco leaned over curiously and, sure enough, saw a letter in Klein's hand.
"This is from that Mr. G, right? Tsk, I never expected someone that old to be so obsessed with a celebrity."
Mr. G was a very unusual member of Klein's fan club.
The first unusual thing about him was his age. It was rare for someone so old to be such an ardent fan.
The second was how devoted he was.
Very devoted indeed.
Not only had he been at the Quidditch World Cup a few months ago, he'd also turned up for this "Triwizard Tournament."
"Yeah."
Klein didn't say much, just nodded.
Ever since they'd exchanged