Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord.

As Hufflepuff walked excitedly toward the common room, people kept asking him:

"Wentworth, what did you say to Cassandra that made her faint?"

Wentworth explained with a helpless expression:

"Enough already! Professor Ilona and Professor Flitwick both said that Cassandra fainted because she ran out of magic! What does that have to do with me?"

"How come she fainted right after you finished talking to her? You must have said something that upset her!"

"I think you all want me dead!"

The group returned to Hufflepuff's common room, chatting and laughing.

For countless years afterward, countless wizards tried to find out what Wentworth, then known as the third Dark Lord, had said to Cassandra, but the person in question never answered the question.

But without a doubt, when Grindelwald's name swept across Europe and America again, Cassandra always stood by his side, to the point that the European and American Ministries of Magic called her—the Queen of the Night!

When Wentworth, Cedric, and the others returned to the Hufflepuff common room, they were surprised to find it completely transformed, with countless snacks and desserts scattered throughout.

"Have we gotten too excited and taken the wrong turn? Have we ended up in Hogwarts' kitchen?"

Green, the prefect, stared in disbelief at the scene before him. After all, in his five years of schooling, this was the first time he had ever seen such a sight in his own common room.

Just then, Professor Sprout, the headmaster of Hufflepuff, walked in, clapped his hands, and said:

"Kids, what are you all standing there for? This is such a memorable night, of course we have to have a party!"

Upon hearing Professor Sprout's words, the Hufflepuffs instantly understood and erupted in cheers, rushing forward to search for their favorite desserts.

Green was holding a pile of cockroaches in one hand and toffee in the other, his mouth stuffed full, and he asked indistinctly:

"Dean, when did you prepare all this?"

Professor Sprout, however, said with a smile:

“The moment you stepped into the dueling arena, Grin, I understood your plan. I knew then that victory would belong to Hufflepuff, so I secretly instructed the house-elves to start preparing these sweets!”

Upon hearing Professor Sprout's words, Green immediately beamed and asked:

"Dean, am I handsome?!"

Professor Sprout, also with a broad smile, said:

"Of course, you're all handsome! Especially our little Wentworth! It's a good thing you came to Hufflepuff instead of Ravenclaw!"

Hearing Professor Sprout say that, Wentworth accepted the praise with a smile without any hesitation. Although Wentworth felt that there was nothing to be proud of, it just showed that Hogwarts was still a place with simple and honest people.

Cedric then spoke up and asked:

"Professor Sprout, what if—and I mean what if—we lose?"

Professor Sprout said nonchalantly:

"I think you need a dessert party even more!"

Immediately, Hufflepuff's common room was filled with laughter and cheerful chatter.

Just then, an uninvited guest arrived in Hufflepuff's common room. It was none other than Professor Snape, the Head of Slytherin.

When Professor Snape entered and saw the scene, he was first taken aback, then his face darkened further, but he still frowned and walked to Professor Sprout's side.

“Professor Sprout, as you know, Cassandra has exhausted her magic and needs to rest for several days. I wanted to concoct some potions to speed up her recovery, but I've run out of some herbs. I was wondering if you had any…”

As Professor Snape spoke, he and Professor Sprout walked out of the Hufflepuff common room. Their voices grew fainter and fainter until they were barely audible, but compared to Snape, Professor Sprout's smile was striking, even in the darkness.

"Perhaps, Professor Sprout, who has served as the Dean of Hufflepuff for half her life, is even happier than we are about tonight's victory."

Green said expressionlessly as he ate the pile of cockroaches in his hand.

After Green finished the last bit of dessert, he placed his hands heavily on Wentworth's shoulders and said earnestly:

"Wentworth, if possible, lead us to win the College Cup. It's an honor Hufflepuff hasn't had in many years!"

Seeing this, Cedric, fearing that his friend was under too much pressure, quickly spoke up from the side:

"Hey, Chief Grin, isn't this your responsibility?"

But Green said with a helpless expression:

"Isn't it because my abilities are limited? Besides, don't call me prefect, I'm Wentworth's lapdog now."

Wentworth, however, stared intently into Green's eyes and slowly said:

"Could you please take your paws off my shoulder and stop wiping your hands on my clothes?!"

Green gave an awkward laugh and patted his hand on the ground.

"Don't worry about these trivial matters, Wentworth. You are a wizard destined for great things!"

Wentworth and Cedric both rolled their eyes.

After the excitement subsided and the rest of the Hufflepuffs returned to their dormitories to rest, Wentworth quietly slipped out of his room again.

Wentworth was terrified the whole way, fearing he might run into Filch, even though he knew that Filch was probably still cleaning the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom at Hogwarts.

After carefully making his way up, Wentworth finally arrived at the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle. He stopped in front of a tapestry depicting trolls, carefully observed his surroundings, and, making sure no one had noticed, breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, with a turn, Wentworth faced the wall opposite the tapestry.

Chapter 46 A Letter from the Ministry of Magic

Wentworth paced back and forth in front of that wall three times, muttering to himself:

"I need a place to practice magic! I need a place to practice magic! I need a place to practice magic!"

Suddenly, a wooden door appeared on the previously empty wall. Wentworth smiled slightly, pulled the doorknob, and went inside.

After today's duel, Wentworth felt a sense of urgency. Looking at the familiar people around him, each of them could so skillfully unleash various spells, Wentworth's anxiety was like that in his past life, everyone had agreed not to study, but after the exam started, all the other students handed in their papers half an hour early, leaving only him.

Wentworth thought to himself, "As a transmigrator, to end up like this is really embarrassing!"

But compared to his classmates who grew up in the magical world, perhaps his only advantage was his understanding of the future and his knowledge of certain special items and places.

For example, the Half-Blood Prince Notes we obtained earlier, and the Room of Requirement right now.

So, Wentworth came to the Room of Requirement tonight in order to gain extra time and opportunities to practice spells. To this end, Wentworth even brought the Half-Blood Prince's notebook. After all, compared to others, his body had a full ten-year gap in its training.

Wentworth thought he had done everything perfectly, but he overlooked one thing: the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, like the Room of Requirement, was located on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle.

Just moments after Wentworth stepped into the Room of Requirement, two figures slowly appeared in front of the Room of Requirement.

"The Room of Requirement? Headmaster Dumbledore, Wentworth even knows about such a hidden room? You know, many students don't even know that there is such a magical room in Hogwarts after graduation."

Professor McGonagall looked in the direction of the Room of Requirement and asked in surprise.

But Dumbledore, completely unfazed, said:

“It’s nothing. Perhaps someone from the Mafia once studied at Hogwarts and told him the location of this room. Or perhaps he discovered it by accident after arriving at the school. It’s even possible that it’s a talent from Grindelwald’s bloodline.”

Seeing that McGonagall looked puzzled, Dumbledore continued to explain:

“Gellert Grindelwald was a famous prophet in the wizarding world back then, which was due to his bloodline talent, as can be seen from his extraordinary eyes.”

"Although Wentworth did not show any talent in this area before, it does not mean that he does not have the talent. Perhaps a sudden flash of inspiration is when he saw a glimpse of the future."

After hearing Dumbledore's explanation, Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and exclaimed:

"What a terrifying family! What a terrifying opponent!"

Dumbledore, who was standing nearby, quickly corrected him:

“No, no, Minerva, we are no match for Wentworth, at least not for now! Alright, let’s go back. What did you just tell me? Did you receive a letter from the Ministry of Magic?”

As Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall walked toward the Headmaster's office, they began to speak.

"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore, the Ministry of Magic just sent a letter saying they want to come to Hogwarts to check if any students are not safe while on campus! This is outrageous! It's blatant suspicion and distrust! Where do they think this is? This is Hogwarts!"

At this moment, Dumbledore, who had already returned to the headmaster's office, waved his hand gently, and several small cakes appeared on the table in the headmaster's office, dancing happily.

Dumbledore casually picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and then gestured to Professor McGonagall.

“Try the cake I got from Felius. I must say, our Professor Flitwick’s talent for appreciating desserts is slightly inferior to his level of magic, but it’s novel, isn’t it? You should try it too.”

Professor McGonagall, seeing that Dumbledore seemed unmoved by what she had just said, darkened her face and said in a deep voice:

“Headmaster Dumbledore, I think you haven’t grasped the significance of this letter yet! Some people are questioning Hogwarts, and in fact, they are questioning you! The Ministry of Magic has never given up on its plan to expand its influence to Hogwarts over the years!”

Dumbledore, dismissing Professor McGonagall's reminder, waved his hand dismissively and said:

“Alright, Professor McGonagall, don’t be so nervous. Let me guess who sent the letter? If I’m not mistaken, it should be Thomas Revol, the head of the Auror office, right? Let me think… Hmm, he should be a Slytherin graduate.”

Upon hearing Dumbledore's guess, Professor McGonagall was startled and involuntarily asked:

"How did you know, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore, however, smiled confidently and said:

"Not only can I guess that it was Thomas who came, but I can also guess that this must be Thomas's personal act, and the Ministry of Magic is unaware of it."

Seeing that Professor McGonagall seemed about to ask a question, Dumbledore spoke up before she could:

"Because Fudge has just taken office, and he still needs my support to secure his position as Minister for Magic of England. As for what will happen after he becomes Minister, I don't know, but at least for now, he doesn't dare to come to Hogwarts to provoke me!"

When Dumbledore said these words, he was calm yet domineering, and his words conveyed the message that Fudge could not become Minister of Magic without his consent!

"So how do you explain tonight's letter?"

Professor McGonagall took out a letter from the phone. It had been delivered by an owl not long ago. It was on her way to find Dumbledore with this letter that Professor McGonagall encountered the furtive Wentworth and was then notified of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore glanced at it and said dismissively:

“Minerva, I think you’re overcomplicating things. You seem to have forgotten that Thomas Revol is Cassandra Revol’s father! He’s just a father who heard that his beloved daughter got a minor injury at school and wanted to come see her and, incidentally, use his position to put some pressure on the school. That’s all!”

Did he say when he planned to come?

Dumbledore asked.

"The letter said that he would finish his official business tomorrow morning and come over in the afternoon."

Professor McGonagall replied.

Dumbledore said with a smile:

"He hasn't come back for so many years, surely he won't come back empty-handed to visit his teachers?"