Hogwarts: Third Dark Lord

The words spoken by Wentworth left Draco momentarily stunned.

Although what Wentworth said was completely different from what his father had told him, Draco initially wanted to argue. However, he didn't know how, because reason told him that Wentworth wasn't wrong either.

Even though he had never witnessed it firsthand, he had heard of the Killing Curse. It didn't show mercy just because one was pure-blood.

"What, then, is true nobility?"

Draco, unable to figure it out despite pondering for a long time, couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, it's strength. Anyone, regardless of their background, who possesses the most powerful magic becomes the most noble in the wizarding world!"

Wentworth said this matter-of-factly.

Hearing Wentworth's words, Draco's eyes lit up. He said thoughtfully, "I think I understand what you mean—like that person from back then, the one we're not supposed to name, right?"

"I was talking about Dumbledore! Albus Dumbledore!"

Wentworth rolled his eyes and replied irritably.

"What are you children saying about me?"

At that moment, Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded from behind them, startling both boys. When they turned around, they saw that Dumbledore had returned with Fudge and Lucius.

"Wentworth told me that being pure-blood doesn't make one noble!"

As soon as Draco spoke, Lucius furrowed his brow, about to say something, when Draco continued, "Even though he is pure-blood himself."

At this, the adults all looked curiously at Wentworth. Lucius, after glancing at him, asked, "Then what does make someone noble?"

Draco repeated Wentworth's answer.

"Strength. Wentworth said it's like Headmaster Dumbledore. He has the most powerful magic, so he is the most noble person in the wizarding world!"

As Draco finished speaking, the expressions of everyone present subtly changed. Fudge's face turned a shade darker, though he forced a smile. Lucius seemed to recall something, a flicker of fear in his eyes.

Dumbledore, however, looked at Wentworth and thought to himself, As expected.

For the remainder of the event, the atmosphere was slightly peculiar.

When the competition ended and everyone was about to part ways, Draco suddenly asked, "Wentworth, are we friends now?"

Wentworth froze, glancing around to see Dumbledore, Lucius, and others looking at him expectantly. Reluctantly, he nodded and said, "Of course. We're friends now."

Draco's face lit up with a smile. Watching him, Wentworth couldn't help but sigh inwardly, Draco is still just a child. A few casual words and a match are enough for him to consider someone a friend. If it weren't for his foolish father, perhaps Draco might not have turned out so badly.

But then Draco, full of excitement, said, "Since we're friends now, can I have one of those Golden Snitches you caught tonight? You said you'd give them to your friends!"

Wentworth's face froze. Internally, he thought, You really are a Malfoy!

He wanted to refuse, but seeing the "kindly" gazes directed at him, Wentworth reluctantly pulled a Golden Snitch from his pocket and handed it to Draco.

As Draco gleefully accepted the Snitch, Wentworth said in a tone laced with mock enthusiasm, "Draco, I really hope you can come to Hogwarts soon. I'll be sure to give you a proper welcome!"

Afterward, Wentworth and Dumbledore left amidst a jovial atmosphere.

As they departed, Lucius and the others heaved sighs of relief. Narcissa, noticing Draco playing joyfully with the Snitch, gently patted his head and asked, "Draco, is your new friend from a pure-blood family? Which one? I've never heard of him."

Hearing this, Lucius also leaned in curiously. Draco, with a slightly condescending look, replied, "Do you think only Britain has pure-blood families? He's settled in Britain now, but he's actually Austrian!"

Narcissa's face showed sudden understanding, while Lucius, hearing the mention of Austria, seemed thoughtful. Then, turning to Draco, he said sternly, "Draco! What kind of expression is that?"

Draco, startled, quickly wiped the smug look off his face. Lucius asked irritably, "What is his name?"

"Wentworth! Haven't I told you?"

"I meant his surname!"

Lucius said, exasperated.

"I… I think I forgot to ask!"

Draco suddenly realized he only knew Wentworth's first name and felt annoyed with himself for forgetting to ask his surname.

"What's wrong, Lucius?"

Narcissa asked, noticing her husband's unease.

Lucius frowned and replied, "Nothing. It's just… something feels off, as if I've forgotten something. Never mind. Let's go home."

Narcissa patted Lucius's shoulder comfortingly, and the three of them left.

Meanwhile, Wentworth, led by Dumbledore, Apparated to just outside the gates of Hogwarts.

"Apparition is prohibited within Hogwarts, so we can only arrive here," Dumbledore explained. Wentworth nodded, indicating his understanding.

"Care to test your broomstick again? Fly it in?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, eyeing the Firebolt clutched in Wentworth's hand.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, students are not allowed to use broomsticks outside the Quidditch pitch, right?" Wentworth asked, wide-eyed.

Dumbledore, with a mischievous glint in his eye, replied, "That's true in theory, but I believe all the professors are asleep by now, aren't they?"

Wentworth rolled his eyes and declined the offer.

"No, thank you, Headmaster. I wasn't planning to use this broomstick for myself."

Intrigued, Dumbledore asked, "You're not? Then what do you intend to do with it?"

"Don't you think it would make a wonderful Christmas gift?" Wentworth said with a grin.

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