The World Cup Begins

"Have you seen any wizards acting strangely?" Tom asked casually.

Muya shook her head. "No. There are so many people outside. Isn't the projector with you?"

Then she started eating ice cream she had somehow produced from nowhere.

Tom reached out and switched on the projector sitting on the table, and Muya looked over as well.

The two watched as if they were watching a film. From time to time, Muya pointed at certain people and commented on their clothes, movements, and expressions.

"Oh, it's Fred and George. I can't believe they still have so many customers."

Muya sighed in amazement.

Tom, however, curled his lips into a smile. He turned to Muya and pointed at the wands in the wizards' hands. "Don't miss the point. Isn't it strange that such a large group of wizards bought so many wands?"

Setting down her cup, Muya propped up her head. "Of course I saw it, Senior. That huge crowd was so conspicuous it was impossible to ignore."

"Oh? The story just got more interesting." Like an audience member thrilled by the start of a film, Tom's red eyes brightened again.

Muya spread her hands helplessly and decided not to remind him.

She silently pulled out another bag of chips she had brought and crunched away.

Over there, Fred and George had sold out all their products and were counting the money they had earned when Bill and Charlie, who had come looking for them, took them back.

A few minutes later, Tom's eyes returned to the same dark brown as Muya's. He stood up, turned off the projector, and asked her, "What do you want for lunch?"

"Anything is fine." Muya was not sure what she wanted to eat either.

Tom nodded and went into the kitchen.

Muya raised her hand