"Hm?"
Gellert and Old Zod were a little surprised to see someone come in.
They'd taken over this rundown café just to keep up appearances and have a place to stay in Britain. They hadn't expected anyone to actually come in and buy anything.
"Sorry, we're closed for the day."
Before the other person could speak, Old Zod hurried to answer.
But the visitor merely smiled, unfazed, and asked, "You're closing this early?"
"Sorry for the bad timing, but we really can't serve you right now."
Old Zod forced a smile and gestured toward the door.
"Please leave."
Barty was still smiling, but as he smiled, his voice suddenly turned cold. He revealed the hand gripping his wand beneath his sleeve!
"Heh heh. What if I don't?"
"Hm?"
This visitor had come looking for trouble.
Gellert, sitting in a booth, narrowed his eyes instinctively.
That brief squint was all it took. The magical eye he'd just had installed gave off a faint, subtle pulse of magic.
"Who are you, really?"
The other man had shown his weapon. Old Zod stood up with a limp, his face more serious than ever.
Had their true identities been exposed? Had Ministry of Magic Aurors come knocking?
"Who I am doesn't matter. All you need to know is that I'm someone you can't afford to provoke."
Barty lowered his hood, revealing an utterly ordinary face.
He felt wonderful right now.
After merging with the Great Dark Lord, he felt he'd risen to the very pinnacle of the Magical World.
What were two old men to him?
As long as he didn't run into opponents like Soren or Dumbledore, he was invincible!
Keeping his identity hidden?
So, this wasn't the Ministry of Magic, then~
Gellert and Old Zod exchanged a glance.
After a few seconds'