The Muggle man kept cursing under his breath. Xenophilius observed him for a moment and judged that he did not seem to have anyone else with him, so he stepped forward. "Please forgive me, sir... but this roller coaster seems about to start... er... I... I think we should hurry and get on."
As he spoke, Xenophilius pointed at the impatient guests. The middle-aged Muggle man looked at the fellow who had suddenly appeared in front of him and seemed a little mad, then at his rather exaggerated outfit, and asked in some confusion, "Sorry, sir, what are you..."
"Would you like to sit with me?" Xenophilius's words made the middle-aged Muggle man freeze. Xenophilius swallowed, quickly glanced over the roller coaster, and explained, "On my side... the companions I came with already rode the last one. I wasn't very lucky, so I'm the only one left..."
The Muggle man did not continue paying attention to the strange man in front of him. He simply straightened up, rose onto his toes, lifted his head, and looked into the distance, muttering, "Kid, lucky you ran fast."
After saying that, amid the urgent whistle from the staff, he took a few steps toward the exit, but after hesitating for a moment, he turned back in a huff—and then, as the last person, could only sit down beside Xenophilius. With a snap, he buckled his safety belt.
Xenophilius had already taken off the hat on his head and was holding it in his arms, revealing a head full of cotton-candy-like white hair. Seeing the Muggle man sit down, he asked curiously, "Sir, why did you come to ride the roller coaster alone? Did your family get put on the next ride?"
The anger on the Muggle man's face had not yet faded. Hearing