Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord.

"Now that we're friends, could you give me one of the Golden Snitches you got tonight? You said you'd give them to your friends!"

Wentworth's face immediately fell, thinking to himself, "You really are a Malfoy!"

Wentworth wanted to refuse, but seeing the "benevolent" looks from the people around him, he reluctantly took out a golden snitch from his pocket and handed it to Draco.

Watching Draco excitedly take the Golden Snitch from his hands, Wentworth couldn't help but say in an expectant tone:

"Draco, I really hope you can come to Hogwarts soon. When you do, I'll definitely give you a good welcome!"

Wentworth and Dumbledore then left the scene in a pleasant atmosphere.

Watching Dumbledore and Wentworth depart, Lucius and the others all breathed a sigh of relief. Narcissa, seeing her son Draco happily playing with the Golden Snitch in his hand, couldn't help but affectionately stroke Draco's hair and ask:

"Draco, is your new friend also a pure-blood? Which family does he belong to? I've never seen him before?"

Hearing his wife's question, Lucius curiously leaned closer.

Draco, however, gave his mother a look of utter ignorance and said:

"Do you think that only Britain has pure-blood families? Although he now resides in Britain, he is Austrian!"

Narcissa gave a look of sudden realization, while Lucius, upon hearing the name Austria, seemed thoughtful. Turning to look at Draco, Lucius's face darkened, and he said:

"Draco! What's with that expression?!"

Draco was startled by Lucius and quickly wiped the mocking expression off his face. Lucius asked irritably:

"What's his name?"

"Wentworth!? Didn't I already tell you?"

I was asking for his surname!

Lucius said with exasperation.

"His surname is... I think I forgot to ask!"

Draco seemed to realize only then that he only knew him as Wentworth, but had forgotten to ask his last name, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"What's wrong, Lucius?"

Seeing that her husband seemed a little confused, Narcissa couldn't help but ask.

Lucius, however, frowned and said:

"It's nothing, it's just that I feel like something's not quite right. I think I've forgotten something. Oh well, let's not worry about it for now and just go home!"

Narcissa patted Lucius on the shoulder in comfort, and then the three of them left.

Wentworth, led by Dumbledore, Apparated to the outside of Hogwarts Castle.

"Apparition is prohibited inside Hogwarts, so this is the only place we can get to."

Dumbledore began to explain, and Wentworth nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Want to try your flying broomstick again? Ride it in?"

Dumbledore looked at the Firebolt clutched tightly in Wentworth's hand and said with a smile.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, it seems that students are prohibited from using flying brooms at Hogwarts, except in the Quidditch pitch?"

Wentworth's eyes widened in surprise, and he asked curiously.

Dumbledore, however, said with amusement:

"That's right, theoretically that's how it is, but I think the professors are all asleep by now, aren't they?"

Wentworth rolled his eyes and declined Dumbledore's offer.

"Let's forget it, Headmaster Dumbledore. I don't intend to use this flying broom myself."

Hearing Wentworth's words, Dumbledore asked with a look of curiosity:

"You're not planning to use it yourself? Then what about this flying broomstick?"

"Don't you think this is a wonderful Christmas present?"

Wentworth said with a smile.

Chapter Sixty: Divination Lessons

When Wentworth tiptoed back to the Hufflepuff common room, he found that there was someone waiting for him in the common room, which should have been empty.

What's going on with you two?

Wentworth looked on in surprise as Cedric and Kirk curled up on the sofa, occasionally moving the Wizard's Chess pieces in front of them, a touch of emotion flashing through his heart.

"Yawn, of course I've been waiting for you! By the way, what punishment did Headmaster Dumbledore give you? It's been going on until now?"

Kirk began, looking exhausted.

You seem to be in pretty good spirits!

Cedric chimed in.

"I went on a business trip with Headmaster Dumbledore, and I brought back a little gift for you!"

As Wentworth spoke, he pulled out two golden snitches from his person and handed them to Cedric and Kirk.

The two took it and saw that the Golden Snitch was engraved with: 1990 Quidditch World Cup Final.

Cedric and Kirk fell into deep thought for a moment, then exchanged a glance and pounced on Wentworth, pinning him down.

"Speak! What have you done? Tell me everything that happened tonight!"

After Wentworth recounted the events of the night, Secrecy was alright, but Kirk looked full of regret.

"If I had known that this was Dumbledore's punishment, I should have added another curse to Welling in front of him!"

"Come on, do you think you're Wentworth? This is clearly special treatment given to Wentworth by Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Cedric, however, spoke with remarkable clarity of mind.

"Alright, now that Wentworth is back, we should go to sleep!"

However, Cedric's proposal was rejected by Kirk.

"What are you sleeping for? Don't you even know what time it is? It won't be long before we have to get up for breakfast and class! Trust me, in my experience, if you lie down now, you definitely won't be able to get up in the morning! Let's do something to kill time and then have a good rest at noon!"

After listening to Kirk's words, Wentworth, who had extensive experience with all-nighters, nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Wentworth and Kirk both agreed, Cedric stopped insisting and instead asked:

"So, what shall we play? Wizard Chess?"

Kirk shook his head repeatedly and said irritably:

"Forget it, Wentworth and I are no match for you in Wizard Chess. Besides, how can Wizard Chess be played by three people?"

Just as Kirk and Cedric were deep in thought, Wentworth spoke up and asked:

Have you ever heard of fighting against slave owners?

So, the next morning, when the Hufflepuff freshmen sleepily walked out of their dorm rooms, they heard strange noises coming from the common room.

"Rob the slave owners!"

"No stealing!"

"No stealing!"

Following the direction of the sound, I saw Wentworth, Cedric, and Kirk sitting in the common room, all with huge panda eyes, excitedly playing something!

Around the three of them, some Hufflepuffs who had gotten up earlier were already gathered in a circle, looking around with great interest.

The result of staying up all night was that when Wentworth entered the Divination classroom in the North Tower of Hogwarts in the morning, before Professor Trelawney arrived, he looked at the red light in the room, plopped down on the small cushion, and unsurprisingly fell asleep.

When Professor Trelawney arrived in the classroom, she spoke somewhat mysteriously:

"Classmates, you are all new students at Hogwarts. Do you know what it mainly takes to do well in Divination?"

Professor Trelawney waited for a long time, but no one stood up to answer. Trelawney didn't seem to care and continued speaking mysteriously:

"Divination relies mainly on talent!"

Trelawney's words caused an uproar among all the Hogwarts freshmen present, who began to discuss it amongst themselves.

"Oh my god, this course really values ​​talent so much. What if I don't have talent? Will I fail?"

"Don't be silly, you actually believe that? I've heard that our divination professor is a bit crazy, but I used to think it was just the upperclassmen scaring me. I didn't expect it to be true!"

"What I'm more interested in is how this thing is tested?"

But just as the discussion was getting louder, suddenly, a strange sound rang out.

Soon, more and more students noticed the sound. Upon closer listening, the sound seemed to come from near and far, but it was continuous, long and drawn out. As more and more students noticed the sound, they stopped discussing, and gradually only this one sound remained in the room.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Wentworth lying on the table, snoring loudly, with what appeared to be a drop of glistening liquid at the corner of his mouth.

"Pfft!"

I don't know who started it, but the laughter was unstoppable, and the whole classroom was filled with joy.

Amid the laughter, Professor Trelawney suddenly let out a scream and then strode toward Wentworth.

Trelawney's erratic behavior was truly startling.

However, just as Trelawney was about to reach Wentworth, she was suddenly stopped by Hufflepuff's first-year students.

“Professor, Wentworth didn’t do it on purpose. I just woke him up!”

Others around Wentworth echoed this sentiment, and some even reached out to give him a push.

In the eyes of all the students, Trelawney, who was rushing towards Wentworth at this moment, must have been furious because Wentworth was sleeping in class.

In other classrooms, people might have enjoyed watching Wentworth make a fool of himself, but Trelawney's erratic behavior was a real concern, which is why the Hufflepuff freshmen spontaneously stopped her.

At this moment, Trelawney seemed to be trying to say something, but she couldn't get it out clearly. Seeing a student about to reach for Wentworth's hand, Professor Trelawney pointed at him and shouted:

"stop!"

The student was startled by Trelawney's shout, his arm involuntarily stopping. He turned back to look at Trelawney in astonishment, as did the other students. They couldn't understand why Trelawney would lose her temper like that.

But then Trelawney said in a frenzied manner: