Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord.

"Stay away from him! This is a very rare form of dream divination! You mustn't disturb him!"

Trelawney walked around Wentworth, talking as she went, her eyes shining. The other Hufflepuffs, meanwhile, looked at each other blankly, listening to Wentworth's snoring.

Chapter Sixty-One: Dream Divination

Everyone stared in astonishment as Professor Trelawney paced back and forth around Wentworth, and the light in her eyes was so bright that it was clearly visible even through her thick glasses.

"My God, dream divination, it's actually dream divination! I never thought I would actually see someone performing dream divination in front of me."

"This first-grader actually awakened such a talent on his very first day of class! It's incredible! He's practically a born prophet!"

"Perhaps, one of his ancestors was a prophet? Hmm, that's possible!"

All the students present stared at Professor Trelawney in disbelief, muttering to themselves.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Professor Trelawney hurriedly walked to the front of the class. Then, holding a small jar in her hands, she went to Wentworth's side.

"Merlin's beard, with such a great talent, let me give you a hand!"

Professor Trelawney reached into the small jar, scooped out a little powdery substance with her fingernail, and then gently blew it towards Wentworth.

"Professor Trelawney, what are you playing?"

One of the students asked curiously.

"Oh, it's bone powder!"

Trelawney said dismissively.

But no sooner had Trelawney finished speaking than several students ran out of the classroom retching, and many other students were also pale-faced.

Seeing this, Professor Trelawney seemed to want to explain something and quickly said:

"Don't get me wrong, I've never done anything like digging up graves. These are actually my great-great-grandmother's bones, ground into powder!"

After Professor Trelawney finished speaking, almost all the students covered their mouths, gagged, and ran out.

“My great-great-grandmother was a true prophet!”

Professor Trelawney said with some grievance.

While chaos reigned outside, Wentworth was fast asleep, dreaming of Cassandra dressed as a witch, whip in hand, a slight smile playing on her lips, slowly approaching him… (omitting ten thousand words)

Suddenly, Wentworth, who was swaying in his dream, found that the scene in front of him had changed abruptly. He was surrounded by smoke and could not see anything clearly, except for a sliver of light in front of him.

Wentworth followed the light and saw a middle-aged man tied to a chair. Around the chair stood three or four people, questioning the man about something.

Upon seeing this, Wentworth's first reaction was, "Goodbye, farewell!"

Just as Wentworth was about to step back, in a daze, he seemed to hear a name—Thomas Revol!

Wentworth's heart skipped a beat! Thomas Revol? Cassandra's father?

Thinking of this, Wentworth gritted his teeth and turned around to continue watching, but when he turned back, he found that the scene behind him had changed again.

All he could see was Cassandra, who had just flashed through his mind, now bound not far behind him. Behind Cassandra, a large hand was quietly gripping her, preventing her from breaking free. However, the owner of the large hand was shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see clearly.

As Wentworth tried to sneak closer to get a better look, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder!

Wentworth's hair stood on end instantly!

Wentworth felt as if his blood had frozen instantly. Then, stiffly, he slowly turned his head and saw a strange woman with glasses, messy hair, and many necklaces around her neck, looking at him with a bizarre smile.

Wentworth instinctively threw a punch, then screamed and jumped up. Just as he was about to run away, he was surprised to find that he could see his surroundings clearly.

Wentworth's gaze swept around and found the scene strangely familiar, as if he had just seen it not long ago.

Just then, a painful groan rang out. Wentworth looked in the direction of the groan and saw the woman who had startled him earlier sitting on the ground, covering her eyes.

"Wentworth, you're awake?"

Just then, a voice came from behind him. Wentworth turned around and was startled again. He saw many familiar Hufflepuff first-year students standing behind him, their faces pale. If it weren't daytime, Wentworth would have screamed in fright.

But upon seeing this, Wentworth gradually realized that he had been asleep and that what he had just dreamed was actually a dream. With that thought, Wentworth breathed a sigh of relief.

"Professor Trelawney, what's wrong?"

Just then, one of the Hufflepuff freshmen next to Wentworth noticed Trelawney sitting on the ground groaning and rushed over to help her up. Although Trelawney was somewhat erratic, she was, after all, a professor at Hogwarts.

Wentworth looked at Trelawney being helped up, then looked down at his own fists, and felt a deep sense of despair.

"Professor, I'm sorry, I just..."

Wentworth stood obediently in front of Professor Trelawney, about to apologize, but was interrupted by Professor Trelawney.

"Don't speak yet, let me ask you first, were you just doing a divination in your dream?"

Professor Trelawney looked at Wentworth expectantly and asked a question.

But Wentworth was taken aback by Trelawney's question. After a moment of hesitation, Wentworth finally replied:

"I just fell asleep and had a dream, Professor Trelawney. It was wrong of me to sleep in class, I..."

Wentworth was about to promise that it wouldn't happen again when Trelawney waved him off.

"If it's a dream, you won't remember the details when you wake up. Think about it, can you still remember every detail of your dream? If you can, then it's not a dream, but dream divination, a prophecy!"

Looking at Trelawney's burning gaze, Wentworth slowly recalled, only to realize that he could actually remember clearly!

I clearly remember Cassandra being grabbed by a large hand, and there was a figure being interrogated while bound to a seat, and Cassandra dressed as a witch, holding a leather whip...

Thinking of this, Wentworth immediately became serious and said:

"I still don't believe it. A dream is a prophecy? Unless you can tell me when this prophecy will come true!"

But Professor Trelawney looked quietly at Wentworth, gave a mysterious smile, and said:

"You'll believe me. There are some things you can run from, but you can't escape!"

Wentworth looked at Trelawney in front of him and said slowly:

"Professor Trelawney, how about I get you a new pair of glasses?"

Chapter Sixty-Two: Ilona's Joy

The news that Wentworth was able to perform dream divination quickly spread throughout Hogwarts, thanks mainly to Professor Trelawney, Hogwarts' Divination teacher.

Professor Trelawney couldn't wait to share with everyone she knew that she had trained a true prophet, who might even become a prophet in the future!

Although Wentworth only attended one of Professor Trelawney's classes, and even fell asleep before the class started.

But that doesn't matter!

The important thing is that Wentworth awakened his divination talent in his own classroom, and that's enough!

Professor Trelawney used to give off a crazy vibe, and even the other professors at Hogwarts kept their distance from her. If it weren't for the prophecy she once made, Dumbledore might not have hired her as the professor of Divination.

Therefore, Professor Trelawney used to live alone in the North Tower of Hogwarts, and over time, she even developed an alcoholic disorder.

But now, Professor Trelawney is completely refreshed and full of energy.

"You will become the greatest prophet of this era!"

Professor Trelawney looked at Wentworth in front of her and said with a proud expression.

However, Professor Trelawney's praise of Wentworth did not cause much of a stir among the students, since Professor Trelawney had always been perceived by Hogwarts students as eccentric and eccentric.

However, some people took this matter to heart.

Shortly after class, Professor Ilona, ​​the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, approached Professor Trelawney.

"Professor Trelawney, I heard that you taught a student who can perform dream divination, is that true?"

As soon as Ilona spoke, Trelawney beamed with joy.

"Oh, I see. While Wentworth's talent is also a factor, without my guidance, he wouldn't have awakened so quickly!"

Having received a positive reply from Professor Trelawney, Rozier, now transformed into Ilona, ​​barely managed to suppress her excitement and nearly jumped up.

"So, what do you think of his talent?"

Upon hearing Ilona's question, Professor Trelawney leaned closer and said mysteriously:

"Exceptional talent! I've never seen such a gifted child before, but I'm afraid this might ruin him..."

Upon hearing Professor Trelawney's words, Ilona's gaze sharpened, and she said in a deep voice:

"He is a student of Hogwarts. Anyone who dares to lay a hand on him is making an enemy of the entire Hogwarts!"

But Professor Trelawney still looked worried and said:

"He can't stay at Hogwarts forever. One day, he'll graduate and leave. You don't know how valuable a wizard with the talent for prophecy is in the eyes of many people!"

"Someone is trying to win him over, some are threatening him, and oh my god, someone has already pointed their wand at him!"

Professor Trelawney's expression gradually became distorted. Ilona noticed immediately that something was wrong with Professor Trelawney, but instead of interrupting her, she listened attentively.

"Wentworth was surrounded by a dense mass of figures, and behind him, there was also a forest of wands. Wentworth looked around as if searching for something, and finally, he raised his own wand!"

At this point, Professor Trelawney suddenly paused.

"And then? What happened next?"

Ilona couldn't wait to ask.

Professor Trelawney, on the other hand, looked completely bewildered, even somewhat at a loss.

"And then? What, then? What just happened?"

Seeing this, Ilona knew that she probably wouldn't get any more information by asking, and besides, she had gotten the answer she wanted this time.

Wentworth indeed possessed the talent for prophecy, a talent unique to the Grindelwald family. Just as the Dumbledore family was born to be favored by the phoenix, most of the wizards in the Grindelwald family were born prophets.

Ilona thought to herself, "I must write to Abernathy and the others about this as soon as possible."

Previously, every night, when no one was watching, Ilona would send letters to Abernathy and the others about recent events, especially Wentworth's behavior.

This was to let them know what was happening inside Hogwarts, and secondly, it was for the safety of Wentworth. They had agreed that if they did not receive a letter for more than three days, the Mafia would regroup and head towards Hogwarts.

However, when Ilona sent Wentworth's performance back via letter, it raised some questions.