Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord.

But Dumbledore waved his hand, and said with a somewhat inscrutable expression:

"You don't need to do anything; fear can unleash a person's potential!"

After exchanging a few more words, Professor McGonagall took her leave, only to be met by Hagrid, who was rushing over, outside the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

"Professor McGonagall, there is a letter from Headmaster Dumbledore."

Seeing this, Professor McGonagall had no choice but to turn around again and usher Hagrid into the headmaster's office. When Hagrid handed the letter to Dumbledore, Dumbledore looked at the sender's name on the envelope and showed a hint of surprise.

Then Dumbledore opened the envelope and read it carefully.

After reading the letter, Dumbledore seemed to be silent for a moment. Then, he immediately took out his own stationery and quill pen, wrote a few strokes, put the completed letter into an envelope, and handed it back to Hagrid.

"Please mail this letter for me!"

Dumbledore gave Hagrid instructions, and as Hagrid turned to leave, Professor McGonagall was about to leave with him when Dumbledore stopped her.

"Minerva, guess who sent that letter just now?"

Professor McGonagall was taken aback by Dumbledore's question, then slowly shook her head.

Dumbledore, without feigning mystery, said with a smile:

Do you remember Xenophilius Lovegood?

Professor McGonagall looked slightly surprised and tentatively asked:

“I have some recollection of him; I remember he was a Ravenclaw student.”

Dumbledore nodded and continued:

"That's right. He has now founded a newspaper called 'The Quibbler.' That was his letter just now. In it, he asked me if there was a freshman named Wentworth among this year's freshmen."

"Furthermore, he also listed several Wentworth’s deeds in the letter, asking me if Wentworth had done these things and whether Wentworth was my favorite student."

Professor McGonagall, after hearing Dumbledore's account, looked bewildered and said:

"How did he know these things? No, why did he ask these questions? And how did you answer him?"

Dumbledore said with a smile:

My answer is—of course!

In the afternoon, Xenophilius Lovegood, who was at home, received a reply from Dumbledore. Seeing that Dumbledore had decisively admitted it in the letter, Xenophilius Lovegood did not know why he felt a sense of relief.

At this moment, Luna walked over and asked:

"Father, what did the headmaster of Hogwarts say?"

Xenophilius Lovegood handed the reply to Luna and casually said:

"Looks like I'll have to work overtime tonight to finish my manuscript!"

Luna looked at the reply, which contained only one word, and a hint of curiosity appeared on her lips.

At that moment, Wentworth had just finished a day of spell practice and, together with Cedric, dragged their tired bodies back to the Hufflepuff lounge.

Upon seeing the two return, Green immediately came forward, wanting to ask them what they had learned in the past two days, but Wentworth pushed him away.

"Don't say anything, don't ask anything, you're tired, go to sleep!"

After saying that, Wentworth went straight to his dorm room.

Wentworth, who was fast asleep, had no idea that he was about to become famous.

Chapter 102 An Incredibly Exaggerated Report

Two days later, as Wentworth, Cedric, and others were having breakfast in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, many owls flew in as usual, bringing letters from home to the young wizards of Hogwarts.

Most of the young wizards who received letters from home would excitedly open them and start reading immediately. Suddenly, a huge roar came from the Gryffindor dining table.

“George! What have you and Fred been up to at Hogwarts again?! Do you know that their parents came to our house?! Your father begged them for three hours to apologize and promised to compensate them for their wand before they finally left! Your sister was terrified!”

“And Fred! Even if you can’t control your brother, at least don’t give him those stupid ideas, or you’ll regret it…”

The enormous roar echoed almost throughout the entire Great Hall of Hogwarts, drawing the attention of students from all four houses to the Weasley twins at the Gryffindor table, with some even listening with great interest.

At this moment, the Weasley brothers, who usually seemed fearless, blushed deeply and wished they could bury their heads in the food on the table.

Wentworth, who was also seeing this for the first time, couldn't help but ask:

"Is this a roaring signal? What did those two do?"

Sitting next to Wentworth, Green was happily munching on a bag of fries while watching the show with great interest. Hearing Wentworth's question, Green turned and said:

"I heard it's because last week, Fred made a lifelike mouse and put it on Angelina's desk. Angelina cried and tried to chase the mouse away with her wand, but ended up breaking her own wand."

Wentworth was stunned and silently thought to himself: Serves you right!

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Teenage boys always like to do exaggerated things to attract girls' attention. If I remember correctly, George's future wife's name is Angelina, right? Angelina Johnson, that's her name!

Thinking about this, Wentworth couldn't help but suspect that George had played a long game!

But just then, Wentworth suddenly heard his own name in the howling letter from Mrs. Weasley!

"You two brats! Even if you can't be as obedient as your older brother, you shouldn't be suppressed by your younger schoolmates! Look at the newspapers! Wentworth, one of your first-year students at Hogwarts, is in the newspapers! They call him a wizarding genius that Hogwarts has never seen in a thousand years! And look at you two!"

"Can't you two just give me a break...?"

However, Mrs. Weasley's earnest advice following the roar letter didn't attract much attention, because everyone's eyes were already on Wentworth. Even the Weasley brothers, whose faces were flushed from the roar letter, looked at Wentworth in surprise.

Wentworth, looking equally bewildered, muttered to himself:

"So I've become someone else's child now? The thing is, what did I do? I don't even know how I did it!"

On the other side, the Weasley brothers, finally free from the torment of the Roar Letter, immediately regained their composure. George Weasley casually put away the Roar Letter from the table, then looked at his brother beside him with a puzzled expression and said:

"How did Mom know Wentworth's name? Did you tell Mom?"

Fred Weasley shook his head repeatedly, indicating:

"How could that be? I wouldn't want to make myself miserable! By the way, Mom said it was in the newspaper? That's interesting. We don't even read Hogwarts textbooks, why would we read the newspaper..."

As they were talking, Fred saw his brother George pull a newspaper out of the envelope Mrs. Weasley had sent.

"Fred, it looks like Mom has already prepared everything for us!"

George and Fred looked at each other for a moment, then quickly spread the newspaper out on the long table and began to read it carefully.

Seeing this, the young wizards around couldn't contain their curiosity and rushed over. Even students from other houses hurriedly ran to the Gryffindor table.

Seeing that more and more people were gathering around them, with many even leaning on their backs, Fred, feeling overwhelmed, quickly stood up and shouted:

"Don't push! You just want to know what's in the newspaper, right? I'll read it to you!"

Then, Fred stepped onto a bench in the auditorium, cleared his throat, and said:

"The article is too long, so I'll just read you a few important paragraphs!"

"The Daily Prophet's article a few days ago was a slander against Albus Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of all time! In fact, as far as this newspaper knows, the reason Dumbledore was in the woods with the young wizards from Hogwarts so late at night was because he was giving them special training!"

"As for why? It's because Wentworth is the most gifted wizard in Watts' history!"

Upon hearing this, Wentworth would have covered his face and fled if Green hadn't been holding his arm.

It was utterly humiliating! Wentworth swore he'd never felt so ashamed in his two lifetimes. At that moment, Wentworth wished he could cast a deafening spell on all the Hogwarts students! If that didn't work, he could cast it on himself!

Wentworth has decided that Lupin will teach him this spell this weekend!

Seeing Fred standing on the bench in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, Wentworth suspected that if it weren't for Green holding his arm, he really wouldn't have been able to resist giving Fred a handstand!

Meanwhile, Fred was getting happier and happier as he read, completely forgetting the embarrassment of receiving the yelling letter earlier, and even reading the newspaper with exaggerated intonation.

"Therefore, Dumbledore's presence there was not for any shady dealings, nor was he a strange wizard deliberately fabricated by certain unscrupulous newspapers and journalists with ulterior motives!"

"As the headmaster of Hogwarts and the greatest white wizard in history, Dumbledore is grooming a true successor for himself! A successor who can shoulder the responsibility of maintaining the prosperity of the wizarding world in the future!"

"The reason Dumbledore refused to become Minister for Magic was also for this reason, because he had not yet found such a wizard. Until this year, when Wentworth came to Hogwarts, Dumbledore finally found the successor he had been searching for!"

At this point, Wentworth had completely given up struggling, letting all sorts of gazes fall upon him.

Whatever, I'm just that outstanding, as the newspapers said!

Chapter 103 Take the Blame

At this moment, Green put down his fries, grinned, and brought his face close to Wentworth's, saying:

"Wentworth, how much did you pay this reporter to say such good things about you? If there wasn't only one Wentworth in the first year, I would have doubted whether the article in the paper was actually about you!"

Cedric, on the other side, shoved Green aside and said with some dissatisfaction:

"Hey, Green, how could Wentworth do such a thing! By the way, which newspaper was it?"

Since everyone's attention was focused on Wentworth, many people looked curiously at the Weasley brothers after hearing Cedric say what he said.

Fred Weasley, clearly having just realized this, quickly flipped through the newspaper again, and after a moment, said with a strange expression:

"It's 'Singing a Different Tune'!"

Upon hearing Fred Weasley's words, half of the Hogwarts students who had been surrounding him instantly disappeared, and many muttered to themselves:

"Oh, it's 'Singing a Different Tune,' no wonder!"

Most of the remaining students were simply curious about the article itself; after all, it was quite rare for a classmate to be featured in the newspaper!

However, when most students learned that the report came from The Quibbler, they thought it was typical of The Quibbler's exaggerated style, and that The Quibbler and The Daily Prophet had been at odds for a long time.

Clearly, everyone is using the article's coverage of Wentworth as a tool for The Quibbler to engage in a power struggle with The Daily Prophet.

However, not everyone seemed indifferent. Although the report came from The Quibbler, it was still a well-known publication in the wizarding world. The fact that it so lavishly praised Wentworth made many people envious.

"Hey, Green, the newspaper says Wentworth led the Hufflepuffs to victory over us Slytherins. I'd like to know what you, as the Hufflepuff Prefect, think about that?"

At that moment, Marcus Flint, the Seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team, walked over and asked with a strange grin.

Upon hearing Marcus Flint's provocative words, Wentworth and Cedric's expressions changed simultaneously. But just then, Green yawned widely in front of Marcus Flint, and then said listlessly:

"How do I see? I see with my own eyes! What? You think I should be furious? Are you kidding me! I'd love for Hufflepuff to have a few more Wentworths, then my job as prefect would be much easier! And I could even keep an eye on you Slytherins!"

Upon hearing Green's answer, Marcus Flint's face flushed red, and he said angrily: