"Ah, aren't you the two Champions from Hogwarts? Hello, hello! What a pleasure to meet you." The handsome, blond middle-aged man immediately put on a delighted expression when he saw Harry and Ron.
His accent was slightly peculiar; clearly, he was not accustomed to speaking English. His voice was rich, pleasant, and highly distinctive.
"Who are you?" Ron frowned slightly, looking with some displeasure at the middle-aged man blocking the four of them.
Ron did not much like the look of this man, not just because he had blocked their way, but also because he was good-looking. He was not as handsome as Harry's godfather, Sirius, but he was still very handsome indeed.
Ron had never had much fondness for good-looking people-of his own sex, of course.
"My name is Dismask, Allen Dismask," the blond middle-aged man said warmly. "I'm a fan of you both. Your performances in the Triwizard Tournament were truly astonishing."
As the saying went, you did not strike a smiling face. There was no such saying in the United Kingdom, but the sentiment was much the same.
Faced with such enthusiasm, Ron felt awkward about being too brusque, so he turned to Harry, wanting to ask his opinion.
To his surprise, however, both Harry and Qiu looked troubled. Harry in particular looked as though he had seen something terrifying.
Ron was not the only one surprised. The man opposite them, who called himself Dismask, was also somewhat taken aback.
Naturally, he could see Harry's and Qiu's expressions too.
He could understand Qiu's obvious surprise, wariness, and disgust. Harry had worn much the same expression before he spoke. Yet after he opened his mouth, Harry's face had suddenly filled with horror.
This was what Dismask could not understand.
After all, he had hardly ever operated in the