Zhang Xiao's expression faltered almost imperceptibly for an instant before he said with a smile:
"Professor, why would you ask that?"
He was genuinely curious now. Panic was out of the question. As he had once said, with power like Voldemort's, where in this vast world could he not go?
Why insist on ruling and enslaving people? Had the man lost his mind? Wouldn't it be better to enjoy life and travel the world?
Vervidakis lowered his voice and said quietly:
"You needn't worry. I have no prejudice against wizards. In fact, I've watched the stadium incident over and over. The wizards didn't hurt anyone. They were forced to defend themselves.
"They were simply holding their own event. They even paid to rent the stadium!
"I refuse to believe that a community that follows the rules like that is as utterly wicked as television makes them out to be, eating three children at every meal."
He paused here, a hint of a smile appearing on his face:
"As for why I guessed you were a wizard... the reasons are actually quite simple.
"First, your questions were far too pointed. Plenty of people might be interested in Greek culture and want to learn about Greek mythology.
"But they would never ask which rites could grant entry to the divine realm. They would ask which gods those celebrations and festivals were associated with.
"Second...
"You're unlike anyone I've ever met. You're far too confident, and it isn't even the sort of confidence that comes from wealth.
"It's as though nothing in the world could pose a challenge to you. Your confidence comes from within...
"In the past, I might have thought you were something else. But given recent events, combined with my research, I suspect you're very likely a wizard.
"Just as