Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord.

Wentworth carefully squeezed behind Cassandra, making a small space for her, while Cassandra stood quietly in front of the car window, the two of them watching the snowflakes falling outside.

"How beautiful! Is this the first snow of the year?"

A Hogwarts student nearby remarked.

Cassandra sighed and said:

"The earliest snowflakes to fall to the ground often melt into the soil before a heavy snowfall."

Wentworth glanced at Cassandra and felt that something was off about her today; the artsy vibe wasn't part of Cassandra's persona!

So Wentworth tentatively said:

"So, you still prefer to see snowflakes falling all around you?"

Cassandra frowned, glanced back at Wentworth, and said with a look of disdain:

"No, quite the opposite. To surpass one's entire life—that is the pride of the strong!"

"Don't you feel too lonely?"

Wentworth looked at the snowflakes outside the window and asked.

Cassandra remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking:

"Friendship is just a joke for the weak! Lifelong friends? Don't be ridiculous!"

After saying that, Cassandra forcefully pushed through the crowd behind her, causing a gasp of surprise, and finally disappeared at the end of the carriage.

While everyone else was cheering and watching the snowflakes outside the train, Green was sitting in his compartment, sighing deeply at Cedric.

"Phew, what if Wentworth and Cassandra actually end up together? What will I be then?"

Cedric thought about it carefully for a moment, then slowly said:

"A touchstone for love?"

Green looked utterly dejected.

Just then, Wentworth walked in. Seeing Wentworth's empty hands, Green said with a pained expression:

"You just gave away that crossbow bolt like that?"

"Cough cough!"

Cedric coughed twice on purpose.

Immediately, Green put on an expression of admiration, gave Wentworth a thumbs-up, and said:

"You're willing to give away something so valuable without hesitation; you're definitely someone who's destined for great things!"

Wentworth slapped Green's hand away and was about to say something when the Hogwarts Express whistle sounded. Cedric glanced outside and said excitedly:

"We've arrived at our station!"

Chapter 135 Gifts from All Over the World

As Wentworth stepped off the Hogwarts Express, he immediately spotted Abernathy standing not far away, waiting for him.

Wentworth quickly went over and hugged Abernathy, but his gaze drifted behind Abernathy, and then a hint of doubt appeared on his face.

"Abernathy, where is Grandma Rozier?"

"Are you looking for me, Wentworth!"

Just then, Rozier's voice rang out from behind Wentworth. Wentworth turned around and saw Rozier standing behind him, looking at him with kind eyes.

"Welcome back, Wentworth! Come on, let's go home!"

He had been wondering why Rozier was standing behind him in Wentworth, but when he heard Rozier mention going home, he felt a surge of emotion and nodded repeatedly.

When Wentworth returned to his front door and saw the soft light emanating from the room, he felt an indescribable sense of belonging.

This is not a foreign land, nor am I a stranger here.

When Abernathy opened his own door for Wentworth, Wentworth felt a dazzling light emanate from his home.

"What's going on? Did you guys rob Gringotts in London?"

Wentworth looked at his room, filled with a dazzling array of precious magical items, and was speechless with astonishment.

Abernathy, however, disagreed, saying:

"These are all Christmas gifts sent by our friends from all over the world who heard the news. I've put them all here. See if there's anything worth keeping. As for the rest, I'll store them in Gringotts vault for you when I have time."

Wentworth's eyes widened and his mouth gaped as he walked through the pile of gifts that Abernathy had neatly arranged in the room according to their type, feeling his eyes getting blurry.

At this moment, Rozier walked over and said with some dissatisfaction:

"Wentworth, put away your surprise!"

Upon hearing Rozier's words, Wentworth subconsciously wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, forcing himself to regain his composure.

Rozier then asked:

What comes to mind when you see these gifts?

Upon hearing Rozier's question, Wentworth, standing among a dozen flying broomsticks, thoughtfully replied:

"Now I finally understand why my grandfather used up four Gringotts vaults!"

Rozier: "...Wentworth, seeing this, you should understand that many people are waiting for you to return, to return to the magical world! Because you represent Grindelwald, you represent the Sorcerer Party!"

Then, before Wentworth could speak, Rozier continued:

"Take a good rest these next couple of days. There's a great show coming on Christmas Day, and you'll be the star!"

After saying that, Rozier left first, and just as Abernathy was about to leave as well, Wentworth called him back and said:

"Grandpa Abernathy, from these gifts, please pick out two of the best flying brooms for me to give away."

As night fell, after Abernathy left Wentworth’s residence, he went straight to Rozier’s house, where a number of sorcerers from the Sorcery Party had already gathered.

Seeing Abernathy enter, Rozier said with some displeasure:

"Why did it take you so long to get here?"

Abernathy then offered his explanation:

"My little master asked me to choose two flying brooms and send them out by owl to Cedric and Green as Christmas gifts."

Upon hearing Abernathy's words, Rozier nodded thoughtfully, then smiled.

“One is a recognized genius wizard at Hogwarts, and the other is a prefect of Hufflepuff. Our young master is only eleven years old, yet he has already learned how to win over outstanding wizards. This is something that even our master has not been able to do. Our young master is doing what a leader should do, and we should also do what we should do.”

"Alright, I'll continue! This Christmas dinner doesn't need to be too grand. Wizards from outside Britain don't need to come. The only wizards qualified to attend are those who participated in the First World War with the British Ministry of Magic. This is a reward for them. The venue will be..."

Meanwhile, Wentworth was lying in his long-unused bed, and perhaps because he had just moved to a new place, he was unusually unable to sleep.

Wentworth tossed and turned in bed for a long time, unable to fall asleep, before finally sitting up and taking out the Christmas dinner invitation Cassandra had given him from his clothes by the bedside.

Although it was called a Christmas dinner invitation, the dinner was actually scheduled for the evening after Christmas.

Clearly, Cassandra also knew that on Christmas Day, people would prefer to stay home with their families.

However, from the very beginning, a question had been lingering in Wentworth's mind, and now, in the quiet of the night, that question resurfaced.

Cassandra's father, as the former head of the Auror office at the British Ministry of Magic, should have been rescued and returned without any news in the newspapers, right? Unless, Cassandra's father hasn't returned to the Ministry of Magic to report yet.

As a high-ranking official of the British Ministry of Magic, after being rescued, his first action was not to report back to the Ministry, but to arrange a banquet. Something just felt off.

With that in mind, Wentworth decided to observe for two more days, perhaps because of the newspaper's lag, the news had not yet been reported.

For the next two days, Wentworth finally had a few rare days of leisure. Wentworth originally wanted to go to Diagon Alley, but Rozier refused on the grounds of safety.

Finally, Christmas Day arrived.

Early that morning, Wentworth was manipulated by Rozier like a puppet for a long time, until finally he looked utterly hopeless.

"Grandma Rozier, isn't that enough? I think it's perfect! That's good enough! Even a blind date wouldn't be this bad!"

Meanwhile, Rozier was still choosing a brooch for Wentworth's suit. Upon hearing this, Rozier smiled and said:

"Wentworth, you're already in a hurry? Has Abernathy already told you that many old folks are preparing to bring their granddaughters to today's banquet?"

"Huh? I didn't say that! I wanted to surprise Wentworth!"

Abernathy, who was standing to the side, was slightly taken aback when he heard Rozier's words, and then quickly denied it.

At this moment, Wentworth, staring at his reflection in the mirror, began to explain:

"Grandma Rozier, you've misunderstood me. I didn't mean anything by it. I just can't help it; I want to meet all of you seniors as soon as possible!"

"By the way, Grandma Rozier, do you think my eyebrows need some trimming? I feel they're lacking a bit of spirit!"

Chapter 136 The Martial Party's Christmas Banquet

At noon, escorted by Rozier, Abernathy, and others, Wentworth appeared on time in front of a wasteland on the outskirts of London. As Abernathy waved his wand, a manor that had been shrouded in curse for many years appeared before Wentworth.

This manor is quite famous in the British magical world because its owner belongs to the Greengrass family, one of the Twenty-Eight Holy Families of England!

As the vast manor came into view of Wentworth, a dashing young wizard and two little girls rushed out of the manor and stood respectfully before Wentworth and his companions.

The young wizard, facing Wentworth who was much shorter than him, lowered his head deeply but spoke loudly:

"Auston Greengrass greets Lord Wentworth Grindelwald!"

Then, Austin Greengrass looked up and pointed to the two little girls beside him, saying:

“These are my two sisters, Daphne Greengrass and Astoria Greengrass. Our Greengrass family has always kept the oath of our ancestors and is willing to be a vassal of the Grindelwald family forever!”

Upon hearing Austin Greengrass's introduction, Wentworth instinctively turned his gaze to Astoria Greengrass.

The reason is simple: Wentworth just wanted to see what the girl who eventually became Draco Malfoy's wife in the original story looked like.

But when Austin Greengrass saw Wentworth focusing his attention on his younger sister, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

At that moment, Rozier stepped forward, stood in front of Austin Greengrass, and said in a somewhat unfriendly tone:

“Auston Greengrass, the young master chose to hold this Christmas banquet of our Muscatarian Party at your manor to reward the loyalty of your Greengrass family, but not for you to play tricks on him!”