Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord.

Another burst of laughter erupted from the crowd, and some people even applauded.

Then everyone saw Dumbledore turn around, point behind him, and say:

"So, everyone, let my students take my place and complete this fun ceremony. What do you think?"

Then, amidst cheers from the crowd, Wentworth, who was prepared, walked up to Dumbledore with a smile on his face.

Chapter Fifty-Six: Let Me Take You to See the Scenery

When Wentworth stood next to Dumbledore, his first thought was that he felt a little dizzy.

Even though Wentworth was mentally prepared, he still stiffened when he saw the cheers and shouts of tens of thousands of wizards around him.

"Don't be nervous, Wentworth. Remember, you represent Hogwarts!"

Dumbledore's voice rang in Wentworth's ears, making Wentworth want to roll his eyes.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, did you arrange this too? Now, it won't be long before all the students at Hogwarts know that I came with you to watch the Quidditch World Cup final. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

But to Wentworth's surprise, Dumbledore denied it.

“You’re wrong, Wentworth. I’m not a prophet. I didn’t know about this project beforehand, and I certainly didn’t make any prior arrangements!”

Seeing Wentworth's puzzled expression, Dumbledore continued to explain:

"In fact, there is only one reason why I did this. I know that you are an orphan and have probably never been to watch the Quidditch World Cup in person. Most of the other students at Hogwarts have been to the event with their parents and have seen such a scene."

"You are my student. The scenery that others have seen, I, Dumbledore's student, must also see!"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Wentworth, though still doubtful, felt a warmth in his heart and then stopped hesitating.

Wentworth straightened his robes and, with a smile, followed the staff to the center of the arena.

Wentworth felt much more at ease at this moment. After all, he was just an eleven-year-old child in this body. No matter what he did, everyone would forgive him, especially with the top combat power in the magical world standing behind him.

As Dumbledore watched Wentworth's retreating figure, there was something else he didn't say aloud:

As his bloodline, you can also go and see the scenery that others haven't seen!

When Wentworth followed the staff to the center of the venue, the host, who had been waiting there for a long time, let out an exaggerated scream and then said:

"Wow! What an elegant and handsome young wizard! Are all the students at Hogwarts this good-looking now? Seeing you reminds me of my days at Hogwarts. Back then, a handsome wizard like you would have been the object of many young witches' secret crushes!"

The host originally wanted to see Wentworth blush for the sake of the show, but unfortunately, he encountered Wentworth with the soul of a man in his twenties.

Wentworth, without losing his smile, then said:

"The same applies now!"

This caught the host off guard.

At that moment, Fudge, who was in the stands, said to Dumbledore in a fawning manner:

"Headmaster Dumbledore, our Hogwarts students really do have big hearts!"

This time, Dumbledore was not as humble as usual; instead, he nodded.

"That's right, he's quite bold!"

After a brief interaction with the host, Wentworth had already taken the brand-new conceptual fire bolt flying broom from the host's hand and was about to step onto it when the host leaned close to his ear and whispered:

"Young man, as your senior, let me remind you, this flying broom is different from the flying brooms that Hogwarts provides for your practice. You must go slowly!"

"Don't rush to catch those golden thieves. This is just a performance. Those golden thieves are all under a spell. Their speed will decrease over time, making them easier to catch! I don't want to see anything happen to you."

Upon hearing the host's words, Wentworth smiled and nodded in gratitude.

Then, amidst cheers from the crowd, Wentworth suddenly shot into the sky, leaving only the host on the ground.

"Looks like I wasted my breath!"

The host spoke softly, tidying his hair which had been tousled by the strong winds that had blown Wentworth during takeoff.

Meanwhile, Wentworth, who was flying in mid-air, felt a great sense of exhilaration. Men are born to love cars, and the Firebolt that Wentworth was riding was undoubtedly equivalent to a top-tier supercar in the Muggle world!

Wentworth performed a series of turns and sudden stops in the air with incredible fluidity, which only amplified the cheers from the crowd!

"It seems I didn't need to say what I just said!"

The host looked up at Wentworth, who was having a great time, and spoke softly again.

Just then, Wentworth felt a golden light flash before his eyes. He quickly turned his head and saw a golden thief.

Wentworth immediately made a sharp stop and turned, rushing towards the Golden Snitch.

Upon seeing this, the host in the center of the arena immediately shouted:

"Oh! Our little wizard has spotted a golden snatch! Let's see what he does!"

"What a beautiful sudden stop and turn! Our little wizard adjusted the direction of his flying broom in a very short time, heading straight for the Golden Snitch. I was worried that this young and lucky wizard would have difficulty controlling such a fast firebolt, but it turns out that wizards from Hogwarts are absolutely trustworthy, even if he hasn't graduated yet!"

The host's words elicited cheers from some in the audience, while a few wizards seemed to be expressing their dissatisfaction, muttering something under their breath. Undoubtedly, however, the atmosphere in the room heated up once again.

But at that moment, Wentworth was only hearing the howling wind and seeing the golden flash in front of him.

The golden snitch swayed back and forth in the sky, but Wentworth approached at a relatively steady speed.

"Look! Our little wizard is getting closer to the Golden Snitch, but the Snitch's erratic movements seem to be making it difficult for him to make a move! What is he planning to do?"

No sooner had the host finished speaking than Wentworth, in mid-air, seized the moment when the Golden Snitch had just completed its turn, accelerated, and sped straight past!

"Wow! He can accelerate! My goodness, I thought that was his fastest speed! This little wizard's flying skills are even better than I imagined! He was just looking for an opportunity, like a skilled hunter looking for a chance to strike and kill!"

"We see he's got the Golden Snitch! Let's give our little wizard a big cheer as he returns to the center of the field!"

However, Wentworth in the air only glanced at the golden snitch in his hand before putting it away. Instead of landing on the ground, he continued searching in the air.

The host below waited for a long time, but when he realized that Wentworth didn't seem to have any intention of coming down, he started to lose his composure.

Chapter 57 Bring a souvenir back

"It seems our little wizard has just received a new flying broomstick and can hardly hide his excitement and curiosity. After all, he's still a child, so we can understand, haha!"

The host could only try to smooth things over by laughing and trying to let the matter drop.

Just then, Wentworth spotted another golden thief and gave chase without hesitation.

Seeing this, the host felt he might have guessed the reason, so he quickly said:

"We see that our little wizard has found another golden snitch. It seems that there may have been a problem or accident with the first golden snitch, so our little wizard is going to catch another one for us. What a responsible wizard!"

Amid the host's exclamations, Wentworth, with his practiced skill, quickly caught another golden thief.

Just as the host was about to welcome Wentworth back to the center of the arena, Wentworth put away the golden snitch again, then accelerated and rushed toward the third golden snitch.

This caused an uproar among the tens of thousands of wizards in the audience. Some were jeering, while others were raising questions. Although Wentworth couldn't hear the noise below, the host in the center of the arena was sweating profusely and somewhat at a loss.

In the stands, Fudge moved closer to Dumbledore, cautiously about to speak, but Dumbledore seemed to already know what Fudge was about to say and preemptively spoke:

"Let's wait and see. Wentworth must have his reasons for doing this."

Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, Fudge could only awkwardly retreat. After all, as the Minister for Magic of England, he couldn't very well stand up in public and tell the young wizards of Hogwarts to come down in this setting!

Besides, it doesn't seem worth offending Dumbledore over such a trivial matter!

So, under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of wizards, Wentworth caught nearly ten Golden Snitches before slowly descending from the sky and landing beside the host.

Seeing this, the host quickly approached with a dark expression, but as soon as the two met, Wentworth spoke first:

"I'm a little tired, otherwise I could have caught a few more!"

The host nearly fainted, and after taking a few quick breaths, he began to speak:

"I think I may not have explained it clearly. You only need to catch one Golden Snitch, not all of them!"

This was an excuse the host came up with for Wentworth after much thought. Although it was their first meeting, the host didn't want to see his junior being questioned.

Unfortunately, Wentworth didn't appreciate the host's gesture and instead spoke directly:

"I know, I just want to catch a few more Golden Thieves and take them with me!"

Upon hearing Wentworth's words, the audience burst into laughter. Fortunately, Wentworth's age helped him; everyone thought it was just a child's playful nature. If it had been an adult wizard, there would probably have been a barrage of criticism.

Seeing that the atmosphere was quite good, even a bit more enthusiastic than before, the host breathed a sigh of relief, then said in a somewhat annoyed tone:

"What a bold little wizard! I bet you're from Gryffindor!"

"No, I am from Hufflepuff!"

This time, it was the host who couldn't resist his curiosity and took the initiative to ask:

"What do you plan to do with so many golden thieves?"

Wentworth also made no attempt to hide his opinion:

"I'm lucky today to be able to come to the Quidditch World Cup final with Headmaster Dumbledore, but my classmates and good friends can't come because school has already started. I want to take a few Golden Snitches back with me as souvenirs."

As Wentworth finished speaking, the room fell silent. Many wizards seemed to have a touch of emotion in their eyes, and some even had a smile of reminiscence on their faces. Even the host stood there, speechless.

"Clap clap clap!"

The first to react was Dumbledore in the stands. Without hesitation, he applauded his student. Fudge and the others followed suit, with Fudge even proudly addressing those around him:

"Look, these are the students trained by our British wizarding schools!"

Then, applause gradually filled the entire stadium. Everyone was applauding Wentworth's simple speech, and perhaps they were also applauding the pure friendship they once had.

Even the players from the Canadian and Scottish Quidditch teams, who were resting in the lounge preparing for the final, curiously peeked out to ask what had just happened.

Amidst the thunderous applause, a handsome young man with short blond hair, fair skin, and striking features gazed enviously at Wentworth in the center of the arena, muttering to himself:

"I also wish I had friends like that..."

Just then, an urgent shout suddenly rang out.

"Draco! Hurry up and straighten your clothes! Come on, get your act together! What's with that expression?!"

The newcomer was Lucius Malfoy, who had always been by Dumbledore and Fudge's side, and the blond boy was Lucius Malfoy's son, Draco Malfoy.

Seeing her husband's hurried and anxious expression, Lucius's wife, Narcissa Malfoy, quickly came over, put her arm around her son's shoulder, and looked at her husband slowly, saying: