Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord.

"You see, Cedric, this is why I did it!"

Seeing that Cedric still looked confused, Dumbledore continued to explain:

“Cedric, you and Wentworth are very, very good friends, and now you both have doubts about him. What about the others?”

Cedric suddenly realized, but Dumbledore hadn't finished speaking:

"As students of Hogwarts, I hope that each of you will become a remarkable and outstanding wizard, in whatever way you choose! But this absolutely does not include those whose surname you bear!"

In Hogsmeade, Cassandra asked her father the same question, but received a different answer.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, why did you do this?"

Thomas Revol pondered for a moment, then said somewhat earnestly:

“Cassandra, you didn’t experience that era, so you won’t understand what the name Grindelwald represents in the entire wizarding world!”

"Headmaster Dumbledore kept him by his side, naturally to better supervise him. After all, Headmaster Dumbledore couldn't bring himself to kill an innocent young wizard."

"However, if the other young wizards at Hogwarts and their families find out that the Grindelwald family heir is at Hogwarts, it's hard to guarantee that those guys won't have some wicked ideas."

After Thomas Revol finished speaking, the room fell silent again. After a long while, Cassandra finally spoke with a bitter tone:

“Father, they want me to lure Wentworth out of Hogwarts. They say they'll release you if I bring Wentworth to them. Father, what should I do?”

Thomas Revol sighed, then said:

“When I found out we were in Hogsmeade, I already guessed this would happen! Their plan is quite good, but they're treating me like a fool! Your father is the head of the Auror Office at the British Ministry of Magic, yet he's been underestimated!”

“Cassandra, if Wentworth dies here, then the next ones will be us, father and daughter! They won’t let us leave alive!”

Upon hearing Thomas Revol's words, Cassandra's expression tightened, and she asked somewhat nervously:

"Father, what should we do?"

Thomas Revol smiled, but the room was too dimly lit, and Cassandra didn't notice that there was a hint of coldness in Thomas Revol's smile.

"Of course we'll agree to their request!"

Seeing Cassandra's surprised look, Thomas Revol continued to explain:

"Promise them you'll bring Wentworth here! But before you get here, report everything that's about to happen to the British Ministry of Magic! With so many dark wizards, plus a young master of the Sorcery Party, this is enough credit for your father to climb the ranks in the Ministry of Magic!"

Looking into her father's bright eyes, Cassandra felt a little guilty and looked away.

At dawn, Cedric lay on the boat in his dormitory. Everything that had happened that day flashed through his mind, but he still felt a sense of unreality. So much so that Cedric wondered if everything he had experienced that day was just a dream.

However, Cedric reached out and touched his chest again, where the Deathly Hallows pendant was still lying quietly.

Cedric had no idea when Ilona had put the pendant back in her pocket. He only found it in his pocket when he returned to his dorm and changed his clothes. The pendant, which Ilona had borrowed, was now in his pocket.

Holding the pendant in his hand, Cedric was lost in thought, but after a short while, a smile appeared on his face.

Wentworth, you're really generous to entrust me with something so valuable!

At that moment, Wentworth, who was asleep, sneezed.

Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room, Cassandra lay in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Before she left, the words the witch named Christine had spoken to her still echoed in Cassandra's ears.

"I don't care what methods you use, you must get Wentworth to appear in Hogsmeade!"

Christine said to Cassandra with a cold expression.

But Cassandra explained with a helpless expression:

"Only students in their third year or above from Hogwarts are allowed to come to Hogsmeade Village! And they also need a letter of parental consent!"

Christine waved her hand dismissively, saying impatiently:

"Since you can be here, Wentworth can be too!"

Cassandra quickly explained:

“I’m here because I know a secret passage to Hogwarts! But I have no reason to convince Wentworth to break the school rules with me and take the secret passage to Hogsmeade Village!”

Hearing Cassandra's words, Christine was silent for a moment, then looked Cassandra up and down, a slight smile playing on her lips, and slowly said:

"Miss Cassandra is so beautiful, I think any male wizard would find it hard to refuse a wonderful night with her!"

Upon hearing Christine's words, Cassandra's eyes widened, and she said in disbelief:

"You want me to seduce Wentworth? No! Impossible! I would never do such a thing! I'd rather die than!"

Cassandra said angrily, her voice hard.

But Christine nonchalantly replied:

"He's just an eleven or twelve-year-old kid, he can't really do anything! Besides, you won't die, will you? What if it wasn't you who died?"

As she spoke, Christine glanced at the room behind Cassandra, where Cassandra's father was still tied to a chair.

Upon hearing Christine's blatant threat, Cassandra fell silent.

"Achoo!"

At that moment, Wentworth sneezed again in his sleep and slowly opened his eyes.

"What's wrong with me tonight? Did I catch a cold? Oh well, I'm not going to sleep. I'll go find Old Bat later and get some medicine to prevent it!"

Chapter 128 I am a second-generation black man

The next morning, when Wentworth saw Cedric waiting outside his dormitory, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Cedric solemnly returned the pendant Wentworth had lent him, and whispered in Wentworth's ear:

"Thank you!"

Wentworth laughed when he heard what Cedric said:

"You saw them?"

Cedric nodded solemnly.

"Actually, they are all good people!"

Wentworth emphasized this point.

Although the details of the incident are unknown, Wentworth believed that rescuing Cedric from the battlefield would likely require the use of dark magic from the old folks at home, which is why he made that statement.

Cedric's smile froze slightly upon hearing Wentworth's words, and just then, Green walked over from a short distance away.

"Wow, Cedric, you're back! It's so good to be back. What Wentworth told me yesterday terrified me! By the way, is your father alright?"

Green gave Cedric a big hug, then asked a question.

The three of them chatted as they made their way to the Great Hall of Hogwarts to have breakfast.

After the three of them were seated, Green couldn't wait to speak:

"Cedric, tell me quickly, what exactly happened at the scene yesterday?"

Not only here with those three, but if you look closely in the Great Hall of Hogwarts today, you'll find quite a few students whispering amongst themselves! Clearly, some students already know everything that happened in London yesterday.

Wentworth also came over with an expectant look on his face; just imagining yesterday's scene was exciting.

Just as Cedric was about to present his carefully prepared answer from the previous day, countless owls screeched and flew into the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

"I think you've found the answer you're looking for!"

Cedric pointed to the owl that had flown in and said with a wry smile.

Sure enough, along with the owl came a large number of letters from Hogwarts students' parents, as well as the latest issue of the newspaper.

The headline on the front page of The Daily Prophet read: "Fight to the death!"

The article is long, but it can be summarized in a very simple way:

The Mughal Party, which once ravaged Europe and America, has made a comeback, but has encountered fierce resistance from the British Ministry of Magic! Under the leadership of Minister Fudge, the British Ministry of Magic is fighting against the Mughal Party single-handedly, refusing to back down!

In the end, the enraged Mafia had no choice but to kidnap a Hogwarts student in an attempt to force the British Ministry of Magic to comply. Minister Fudge fully demonstrated his political talent, argued his case, and finally exchanged the young wizard for several useless dark wizards!

This was followed by a series of eulogies to the British Ministry of Magic and Fudge, as well as photos of Fudge during an interview.

Inside the Great Hall of Hogwarts, everyone else was discussing the contents of the newspaper, while Wentworth and Green stared blankly at Cedric, who was looking shy.

"That Hogwarts student the newspaper is talking about, could it be you?"

Green pointed to the newspaper in his hand, then to Cedric, and said in disbelief.

Cedric nodded, blushing.

"hiss……"

Green and Wentworth both gasped in shock.

Before the two could react, several more screams came from all around:

"Come check out the latest episode of 'Singing the Dissent'!"

Soon, under Green's abuse of power as Hufflepuff prefect, a new issue of The Quibbler was placed in front of the three of them.

Unlike The Daily Prophet, The Quibbler's front page headline consisted of just a photograph!

However, the photos clearly show that, shrouded in black veils, wizards from two distinct factions are confronting each other on the streets of London!

Although this page of the newspaper contained nothing but a photograph, a tense and oppressive feeling was palpable, like the calm before the storm.

On the second page, the reporter detailed the causes, course, and outcome of the great battle. At the end of the article, the reporter stated:

I think we have to admit one fact: the legend has become reality!

Furthermore, at the end of the article, the author cleverly included another photograph: a London street after the great war, still unrepaired, with ruins everywhere reminding readers that the war was far more complex than depicted in the Daily Prophet.

Seeing the photo at the end of the article, and then looking at Cedric sitting next to him, Wentworth patted his chest and said somewhat exaggeratedly:

"By Merlin, I never expected to have breakfast with you in the Great Hall of Hogwarts this morning! Thank you, Merlin!"

As Wentworth spoke, he raised his glass in a mock toast, intending to drink the pumpkin juice in one gulp.

At this moment, Green also said with great emotion:

"Yes! You should really thank Merlin for being able to come back alive from the followers of the first Dark Lord, Grindelwald!"