Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord.

"Lucius, what happened?"

Upon seeing his wife, Lucius's expression softened. He glanced around and said:

"I need to discuss something with Fudge and Dumbledore in a bit. I'll use the excuse that I'm worried about leaving you two here, so I'll bring you over there. This is a good opportunity to let Draco show off in front of Dumbledore beforehand!"

"After all, Draco will be going to Hogwarts next year. If we can get Draco to make a good impression on Dumbledore, then..."

Lucius was interrupted by his wife before he could finish speaking.

"Alright, I get what you mean! Come on, Draco, let me straighten your clothes!"

As she spoke, Narcissa quickly knelt down and carefully straightened her son Draco's clothes.

"hurry up!"

Lucius saw Wentworth, led by staff, gradually walking towards the stands, and the Quidditch players from the Canadian and Scottish teams were also preparing to enter the field at the edge of the field. He couldn't help but urge them on.

Then, Lucius, accompanied by a bewildered Draco and Narcissa who was constantly adjusting her clothes along the way, walked towards Dumbledore.

Chapter 58 Draco Malfoy

"Great job, Wentworth!"

As Dumbledore spoke, he gave Wentworth a hug. Then, Dumbledore's gaze fell on the latest concept version of the Firebolt that Wentworth was holding.

“I think I should write you a letter of recommendation to join the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, so that such a good broomstick and your talent as a Seeker won’t be wasted, Wentworth.”

Seeing this, Wentworth stroked the fire bolt in his hand and expressed his gratitude.

"Thank you for your letter of recommendation, Headmaster Dumbledore. However, I hope to earn my place in Hufflepuff's Quidditch team through my own merits, rather than by relying on flying brooms."

Upon hearing Wentworth's words, Dumbledore appeared somewhat surprised and said:

"No, Wentworth, you don't have to be so hard on yourself. Sometimes, we need to learn to rely on something more powerful!"

“I once had a friend who was already a very good wizard, but he still went to great lengths to find a wand that could enhance his abilities.”

As Dumbledore spoke, he stared intently into Wentworth's eyes, but Wentworth seemed oblivious, calmly replying:

“Headmaster Dumbledore, your friend must have become an excellent wizard first before pursuing that wand, not the other way around!”

Upon hearing Wentworth's answer, Dumbledore was taken aback at first, but then suddenly burst into laughter. Looking at Dumbledore standing in front of him laughing, Wentworth was a little confused, but at this moment, the three people walking behind Dumbledore immediately piqued Wentworth's interest.

"Hello, Headmaster Dumbledore, this is my son, Draco Malfoy, who will be attending Hogwarts next year."

Lucius, leading Draco and Narcissa, approached Dumbledore and spoke respectfully.

"Oh, what a handsome young man! He'll definitely become an excellent wizard, Lucius!"

"Dumbledore said politely."

Just as Lucius was about to exchange a few pleasantries with Dumbledore, a cannon suddenly fired, followed by a thunderous cheer from the entire audience. The final of this year's Quidditch World Cup had officially begun.

Just then, Fudge also came up and said:

"Dumbledore, about Thomas Reiwer..."

But as soon as Fudge opened his mouth, Dumbledore interrupted him, making a shushing gesture, and Fudge immediately shut his mouth.

Then, Dumbledore, Fudge, and Lucius walked away together. After a while, Narcissa also left temporarily amidst the calls of several noblewomen, leaving only Wentworth and Draco behind.

Wentworth knew perfectly well who the little boy standing next to him was, but he had absolutely no desire to talk to him.

It's not that Wentworth dislikes Draco Malfoy that much. In fact, even setting aside Draco's eventual redemption, many of Draco's seemingly wrong words and actions were actually influenced by his foolish father.

Wentworth didn't want to communicate with him mainly because he didn't want to cause any trouble!

In fact, in the original book, when Draco first met Harry Potter, it was Draco who first raised his hand to shake hands with Harry Potter, but unfortunately, Harry Potter already had Ron and Hermione by his side at that time.

They are all eleven or twelve-year-old children, and the first impressions they make often determine their future relationship.

But what if Harry Potter's first acquaintance was Draco? That would be really interesting to think about!

However, Wentworth's refusal to initiate conversation with Draco did not prevent Draco from doing so.

"Hey, are you a pureblood? What's your name?"

Draco walked over, stared at Wentworth, and spoke.

Wentworth glanced at Draco, then turned away, ignoring him completely.

This made the little boy's cheeks turn red instantly. Then, Draco, seemingly annoyed, repeated his question, to which Wentworth responded calmly:

"It is basic courtesy to state your own name before asking someone else's name. A person who does not understand manners, even if he is of pure blood, will only bring shame to his family!"

After Wentworth finished speaking, he ignored Draco. Knowing Draco as he did, he figured the little boy would just say a few harsh words and leave. It was more interesting to watch the game!

However, after a moment, Wentworth heard Draco's voice again beside him.

"Hello, my name is Draco. What's your name?"

This was unexpected for Wentworth, but since Draco had said so, Wentworth turned around and replied:

“My name is Wentworth, and I think I should be pureblood.”

At this point, Wentworth couldn't help but think of Rozier and the others back home, silently thinking: Even if they're purebloods, they could still be pure black...

But at that moment, Draco suddenly pointed at Wentworth and said:

"You're lying! I've seen almost everyone my age from pure-blood families, but I've never seen you before! Which family are you from?!"

Wentworth said irritably:

"You don't think that only Britain has pure-blood families, do you?!"

This wasn't just Wentworth making things up. Before Hogwarts even started, Rozier had told Wentworth that his own grandfather was actually Austrian, but had later immigrated to England.

Wentworth's answer, however, was clearly unexpected by Draco. For a moment, Draco's face stiffened, and he suddenly didn't know how to react.

Wentworth gently brushed Draco's finger away from him and said:

"Are you a vampire? Do you have a craving for purebloods?"

Draco then spoke with righteous indignation:

"Because my father said that only pure-blood wizards..."

Draco was about to explain when Wentworth waved him off, saying irritably:

"Stop! You don't need to say anything, I already know what your father is going to say! What's with all this talk about the nobility of pure blood, the excellence of pure blood, blah blah blah."

Seeing Wentworth's expression, Draco said with some confusion:

"Isn't that right? Aren't you a pureblood too?"

“That’s right. Precisely because I am a pureblood, I am absolutely certain of one thing: purebloods are not noble at all. They can be injured or even die if they are cursed!”

At this point, Wentworth couldn't help but recall the night he had just transmigrated.

Chapter Fifty-Nine: His Name

Wentworth's words stunned Draco once again.

Although what Wentworth said was completely different from what his father had told him, Draco wanted to refute it, but he didn't know how to refute it, because reason told him that Wentworth was not wrong either.

Although he had never actually witnessed it, he had heard of the Killing Curse. It wouldn't give him any special treatment just because he was a pureblood.

"So, what is noble?"

Draco, who had been thinking for a long time without figuring it out, couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it's strength. Anyone, regardless of their background, whoever possesses the greatest strength in the magic world is the most noble person in the magic world!"

Wentworth said matter-of-factly.

Upon hearing Wentworth's words, Draco's eyes lit up, and he said thoughtfully:

"I think I understand what you mean, just like that person whose name couldn't be mentioned back then, right!"

"I'm talking about Dumbledore! Albus Dumbledore!"

Wentworth rolled his eyes and said irritably.

"What are you talking about me, kids?"

Just then, Dumbledore's voice suddenly rang out behind them, startling them. Wentworth and Draco turned around and saw that Dumbledore, Fudge, and Lucius had already returned.

Wentworth told me that purebloods are not worthy of nobility!

As soon as Draco opened his mouth, Lucius frowned, about to say something, but then heard Draco continue:

"Although he is also a pureblood."

Hearing this, Lucius and the others looked on with curiosity. After glancing at Wentworth, Lucius couldn't help but ask:

"So, what is truly worthy of nobility?"

Draco then answered his father's question.

“Strength,” Wentworth said, “like Headmaster Dumbledore, who possessed the strongest power in the wizarding world, making him the noblest person in the wizarding world!”

As soon as Draco spoke, everyone's expression changed slightly. Fudge's face seemed to darken, but he still forced a smile. Lucius seemed to remember something, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

Dumbledore looked at Wentworth and thought to himself: Just as I thought.

For the rest of the time, until the end of the match, the atmosphere at the venue seemed somewhat strange.

As everyone was about to part ways after the match, Draco suddenly asked:

"Wentworth, are we friends now?"

Wentworth's face stiffened instantly. He turned to look around and found that Dumbledore, Lucius, and the others were all staring at him. Wentworth could only nod awkwardly and say:

"Of course, we're friends now!"

A smile appeared on Draco's face. Wentworth, looking at the smile on Draco's face, couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

Draco is still just a child. He was treated as a friend after only a few casual words and watching a game. If it weren't for his foolish father, Draco might have been a kind and handsome young man.

But then Wentworth heard Draco say excitedly: