"Hmm…"
Strictly speaking, Sirius didn't want to greet them. After all, he really didn't like the House of Malfoy, and he had no affection for his own sister.
But one cannot be too strict about everything. For example, although the House of Malfoy hasn't openly stated it, they have secretly defected to Dumbledore, which means that the House of Malfoy and he are now… allies.
Given this connection, he had to greet them even if he didn't want to.
Sirius shyly pursed his lips and nodded.
Lucius, seeing Sirius not speaking, didn't make things awkward and led his family to their seats.
As for Kayson, he successfully extinguished his gossip-loving soul, blinked, smoothed his eye mask back, and resumed his self-induced slumber.
Soon, another familiar voice rang out. Percy was loudly praising an official named Barty Crouch, even though Barty Crouch didn't seem to have arrived yet…
Kayson was puzzled. Strictly speaking, Barty Crouch should be Fudge's… political enemy. Although it hadn't reached that severe stage yet, the friction between him and Barty Crouch, whether it was the previous Minister for Magic election or other matters, and even Sirius's exoneration, were all points of contention between the two.
So, why was Percy, as Fudge's assistant, loudly praising Barty Crouch at this time? Didn't he know the relationship between the two? Or did no senior in the Ministry of Magic remind him?
It was unknown…
Kayson only knew that the opening ceremony with the mascots of the next two countries was very… enthusiastic. The Little Wizardss in the box almost plunged out of it. He was referring to Harry, Neville, Ron, and Draco, those Little Wizardss.
Draco had his father's personal guidance, but the other three weren't so lucky. Hermione was lecturing them, "Can't you have some ambition? Like Professor Kayson… Where's Professor Kayson?" Hermione paused mid-sentence and looked back at Kayson's sofa.
Kayson, who should have been sleeping soundly there with his eye mask on, had long disappeared. Then Hermione found Kayson on the viewing platform's railing of the box, with his backside sticking up, leaning his entire upper body over the railing to watch the Veela exit.
Lupin and Sirius were also leaning there with their large bottoms sticking out, watching. After all, strictly speaking… others like Mr. Weasley, Mr. Longbottom, Mr. Malfoy… Mr. Fudge, they were all married men and naturally couldn't gallop freely like Kayson and the others, who were single. They even watched the Veela cautiously.
Of course, not necessarily. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Longbottom probably wouldn't go that far. Mr. Malfoy, who was suspected of being henpecked, probably wouldn't dare to step out of line either.
However, Fudge, as the Minister for Magic, held a high position of power… who knows how much he played around in his office. Kayson scoffed at this, couldn't help but make grunting sounds, and returned to the sofa to curl up again.
After all, everyone appreciates beauty. Experiencing the beauty of the world is conducive to world peace. But the next act… Irish Leprechauns… I'd rather sleep.
After all, he needed plenty of energy tonight to deal with all sorts of emergencies.
Hmm… that's it… exactly!
As the clamor in the stadium grew increasingly deafening, Kayson, listening to the alternative ambient sound, was completely unable to sleep. Unable to sit still, truly not knowing how to watch the Quidditch match, he stood up and left the box, wanting to see if there were any snack vendors. He could directly transform into a gourmet and help taste-test.
Overall, there were quite a few stalls in the stadium, and each vendor was stuffing Galleons into their pockets from the stands.
Kayson saw a grilled sausage vendor and walked over, spending one Galleon to buy seven grilled sausages. It wasn't that he wanted to take them back to share with his friends; he purely intended to eat all seven by himself.
He leaned against the railing, eating grilled sausages, and watched the scene of what looked like ordinary flies fighting in the sky, completely bewildered. In comparison, even the background noise from the surrounding fans was more interesting than the game.
For example, the grilled sausage vendor behind him had a Little Wizards, about eight or nine years old, strapped to his back. The child's clear, bright eyes followed the small black dots moving in the sky.
However, the view from this stand was not very good. He craned his neck until it ached, only able to see half of the match; the other half was various concrete buildings and the large screen in the center of the sky formed by magic… and, of course, the back of his head.
Once again, as his favorite player flew with the ball behind the large screen, the Little Wizards let out a mournful sound.
"Hmm~"
Kayson looked at the Little Wizards with amusement: "Can't see clearly?"
The Little Wizards pouted and nodded.
"If you go straight up from here, there's a box. If your father agrees, you can go there to watch. There's an empty seat there," Kayson said.
"Really?" The Little Wizards's eyes lit up, and he stopped pouting. Instead, he wrapped around his father like an octopus and began to "negotiate."
The negotiation quickly concluded with the Little Wizards's success. Then, the Little Wizards jumped down from behind his father and looked at Kayson.
"Go straight up, find that box, then ask for the seat of someone named Kaisen Heath, and just sit there," Kayson said, eating his grilled sausage.
"Thank you!" The Little Wizards said crisply and ran towards the box.
Kayson shrugged and continued to eat grilled sausage, while his subconsciously tilted head still couldn't make any sense of the rules.
Well, that's not entirely true; at least he could understand the score.
For example, the current score was Bulgaria: 10 points, Ireland: 170 points.
But very quickly, after something unknown happened, Bulgaria suddenly gained 150 points, and then the match ended.
"Oh… that was a bit fast." Kayson shrugged. He returned to the box, intending to go back to the camp with Lupin and the others, and then saw reporters from The Daily Prophet interviewing there.
One of the reporters quickly spotted Kayson and instantly shoved a magical camera in front of him.
"Professor Kaisen Heath, what do you have to say about the Bulgarian team having the best Seeker this season but failing to win the championship?"
Kayson shrugged helplessly. What did he have to say? He didn't even understand the basic rules of Quidditch.
However, he did see the Little Wizards he had given a seat to earlier. The Little Wizards was still pouting and nodding, seemingly sad because the Bulgarian team lost. But when the Little Wizards looked up and saw him, he still managed a smile.
"Hmm…"
"Professor Kayson?" the reporter asked again.
"Oh? I'm just building up the emotion." Kayson reacted, cleared his throat, then took a deep breath.
"Geneva! Refund!"
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