Hogwarts: Third Dark Lord

When Wentworth tiptoed back into the Hufflepuff common room, he was surprised to find that it wasn't empty as he had expected. Instead, Cedric and Kirk were there, lounging on the sofa, occasionally moving wizarding chess pieces. Wentworth felt a wave of warmth wash over him.

"What are you two doing here?" he asked, astonished.

"Waiting for you, of course!" Kirk replied, yawning. "So, what punishment did Professor Dumbledore give you? It's taken you this long to get back!"

"You don't look too bad, though," Cedric chimed in with a smile.

Wentworth grinned as he pulled two golden Snitches from his robes and handed them to Cedric and Kirk. "I was out on an errand with Professor Dumbledore. I brought you both a little souvenir."

The two took the Snitches and saw the engraving: 1990 Quidditch World Cup Final. They stared at the trinkets in astonishment, then exchanged a glance. Suddenly, they tackled Wentworth, pinning him to the floor.

"Spill it!" Cedric demanded in a low voice. "What happened tonight? Start from the beginning!"

After Wentworth recounted his adventure, Cedric seemed content, but Kirk looked utterly regretful.

"If I'd known Dumbledore's punishments were like this," Kirk groaned, "I'd have cursed Waylin again right in front of him!"

"Don't kid yourself," Cedric replied with a clear-headed tone. "This was obviously special treatment for Wentworth."

"Well," Cedric continued, "now that Wentworth is back, we should all get some sleep."

But Kirk waved him off. "Sleep? Do you know what time it is? It'll be morning soon. Trust me, if we go to bed now, there's no way we'll wake up for breakfast and classes. We might as well stay up and do something to pass the time, then catch up on sleep at noon."

Wentworth, experienced in pulling all-nighters, nodded in agreement. Seeing the two aligned, Cedric relented. "Fine, but what should we do? Wizarding chess?"

Kirk shook his head. "Forget it. Neither Wentworth nor I can beat you, and how do three people play wizarding chess anyway?"

As Cedric and Kirk brainstormed, Wentworth suddenly asked, "Have you ever heard of Slave Driver?"

The next morning, when the first-year Hufflepuffs groggily emerged from their dormitories, they were greeted by peculiar sounds coming from the common room.

"Take the slaver!"

"No, not taking him!"

"Definitely not taking him!"

Following the voices, they found Wentworth, Cedric, and Kirk, all with massive dark circles under their eyes, excitedly playing a game. A small crowd of early risers had gathered around them, watching with great interest.

The result of their sleepless night became apparent during their first Divination class in the North Tower. Before Professor Trelawney even arrived, Wentworth plopped onto one of the small cushions, his vision swimming with red hues, and promptly fell asleep.

When Professor Trelawney finally entered the room, she spoke in her usual ethereal tone. "Students, you are all new to Hogwarts. Do you know the most important thing needed to excel in Divination?"

She paused dramatically, waiting for a response. When none came, she continued, undeterred. "Divination relies on... talent!"

Her words caused an uproar among the students.

"What? A subject that depends on talent? What if I don't have any? Will I fail?"

"Don't be ridiculous. You believe her? I've heard our Divination professor is a bit... eccentric. Seems like the rumors are true!"

"I'm more concerned about how we'll be tested in this class."

As the chatter grew louder, an unusual sound began to draw attention. It started faint but grew in prominence—steadily rhythmic, yet distant. One by one, the students stopped talking, turning toward the source of the noise.

All eyes fell on Wentworth, who was oblivious to the world, snoring loudly with a faint shimmer of drool at the corner of his mouth.

A ripple of laughter spread through the classroom, starting with a stifled giggle before erupting into a full-on wave of amusement. However, in the midst of the mirth, Professor Trelawney let out a sharp gasp and rushed toward Wentworth, her eyes alight with an almost manic energy.

Her abrupt movements startled the students. Seeing her approach, one of the Hufflepuffs quickly stepped forward. "Professor, please, he didn't mean to fall asleep! Let me wake him up."

Others chimed in, some even reaching out to shake Wentworth awake, determined to intervene. After all, Trelawney's unpredictable nature made them nervous.

But before anyone could touch him, Trelawney's shrill voice cut through the air. "STOP!"

The student froze, startled, and looked back at her in confusion. The entire class fell silent, unable to fathom her outburst.

Trelawney's eyes sparkled with an almost otherworldly fervor. "Stay back! Don't disturb him! This... this is an incredibly rare instance of dream-based Divination! You mustn't interfere!"

Circling the sleeping Wentworth, she murmured to herself, her expression a mix of awe and excitement. The other students exchanged bewildered glances, unsure whether to laugh or be impressed, all while listening to the rhythmic rise and fall of Wentworth's snores.

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