Katelyle looked at Tasilihe in some surprise. A tribal chief had become a fan of his.
The thought struck Katelyle as rather funny.
But on closer reflection, it did not seem impossible.
After all, many people now regarded Elemental Magic as more destructive than traditional magic, making it particularly suited to combat.
Over the past two years, traditional magic had gradually come to be seen as the comparatively gentler school.
Harry Potter and the other three looked at Tasilihe, an inexplicable title springing to mind: The case of a tribal chief being our professor's biggest fan.
"Chief Tasilihe, I'm honored to have your recognition," Katelyle said with a smile, extending his hand.
At his words, Tasilihe excitedly reached out with both hands and clasped Katelyle's. "No, no, the honor is mine! It's an honor to meet you!"
"Please, please, come inside and sit down!"
Everyone followed Tasilihe to the reception area, a small, single-story building of about a hundred square meters, with tribal decorations hanging all around.
In the middle of the room stood a series of low, long tables, each about a meter in length, one for each guest.
With his enormous frame, Hagrid had to stoop to enter and sit down carefully.
Tasilihe even had someone replace the table in front of Hagrid with a larger, longer one, doubling the portions of snacks and fruit served to him.
Hagrid smiled in satisfaction, reached for an apple, and ate it in barely two bites.
Tasilihe was a wizard, and a very capable one at that.
He governed a large tribe of six thousand people and was a respected wizard and elder.
Indeed, he was eighty-six years old, yet he still looked remarkably strong and youthful.
As the tribal chief, he also enjoyed the corresponding authority and certain privileges.
Slender,