Hogwarts: Third Dark Lord

"Why does the Hogwarts student on this newspaper look so much like Wentworth?"

Suddenly, someone voiced the question that many Hogwarts students in the Great Hall had been wanting to ask.

Marcus quickly reached out and snatched a copy of the Daily Prophet from the hands of a nearby Slytherin student. The latest issue of the Daily Prophet was filled almost entirely with reports about the recently concluded Quidditch World Cup.

Among these reports, however, was an entire page dedicated to a peculiar incident that had occurred before the finals.

A student from Hogwarts had been chosen as the lucky wizard among the tens of thousands in attendance to perform on the grand stage of the Quidditch World Cup final.

This young wizard showed no signs of stage fright. In a short amount of time, they single-handedly caught over a dozen Golden Snitches, leaving all the spectators in utter disbelief.

What was even more moving was that, during an interview afterward, this young wizard explained that the Snitches were collected for friends who couldn't attend the event, rather than being kept for personal gain.

Following the performance, Cornelius Fudge, the newly appointed Minister for Magic, remarked that the behavior and performance of this Hogwarts student were a testament to the quality of Hogwarts' education under the leadership of the British Ministry of Magic.

At the center of the report was a magical photograph of a young boy on a broomstick chasing Golden Snitches. The final frame of the photo showed the boy turning back, revealing a delicate face—it was none other than Wentworth, who was sitting at the Hufflepuff table at that very moment.

"Impossible! How could this be? How could he have even attended the match?" Marcus stared at the magical photo on the newspaper, his face full of disbelief.

Similar expressions of doubt echoed throughout the Great Hall, as many students refused to believe that the Hogwarts student featured in the Daily Prophet could possibly be a first-year like Wentworth.

That was until Kirk pulled a Golden Snitch from his pocket and nonchalantly started toying with it in front of everyone.

"Wow, I never thought I'd own a Golden Snitch from the Quidditch final. Thanks, Wentworth!" Kirk exclaimed.

Upon hearing Kirk's words, the Great Hall erupted into chaos. Dozens of Hogwarts students surged toward Kirk and Wentworth's table.

Some scrambled to Wentworth's side, asking if he could give them one of the Golden Snitches, as the report suggested he had several left.

Others, who came from wealthier families, outright offered to pay any price Wentworth named.

Meanwhile, those who didn't have the means or connections to approach Wentworth instead swarmed around Kirk, eager to get a closer look at the Snitch in his hands.

Marcus, seeing Wentworth and Kirk surrounded by a throng of Hogwarts students, turned red with frustration.

At that moment, Waylon walked over, clapping Marcus on the shoulder. "Look at him, all smug. His time will come."

Before Waylon could say more, Marcus shrugged his hand off angrily.

"Shut it! If I hadn't been trying to help you settle a score, I wouldn't have bothered Wentworth earlier! Maybe I'd have a Snitch of my own by now!"

Marcus spared no consideration for Waylon's seniority as he retorted bluntly.

Waylon's face flushed with anger, leaving him speechless for several moments.

Meanwhile, Wentworth, who had finally managed to fend off the crowd and extricate himself, was about to leave the Great Hall.

As he passed by Marcus and Waylon, Wentworth turned to Marcus and said, "To answer your earlier question, not only have I seen a Golden Snitch, but I've also caught several—right at the Quidditch World Cup finals."

With that, Wentworth didn't spare Waylon a glance and walked off with Cedric.

"Where's Kirk?"

As Wentworth and Cedric exited the Great Hall, Wentworth noticed Kirk wasn't following them.

Cedric glanced back and chuckled wryly. "I think Kirk's stuck for a while."

Curious, Wentworth peeked back into the Great Hall and nodded in agreement. "I suppose this is the first time in five years that Green's been surrounded by girls from all four houses. Makes sense."

Suddenly, Wentworth seemed to recall something. His gaze swept over the Slytherin table, but finding nothing, his brow furrowed.

"Cedric, have you seen Cassandra?"

Cedric scanned the Great Hall again, then shrugged. "No, I don't think she came to lunch today."

Wentworth nodded silently.

Deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts, inside the Slytherin dormitory, Cassandra sat curled up on her bed, staring blankly ahead.

On the bed opposite her lay several opened letters. Cassandra's gaze flickered over the parchment, her expression a mix of surprise, fear, and hesitation.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

A sudden knock at the door startled Cassandra. She hurriedly gathered the letters, hiding them away before opening the door.

To her surprise, several Slytherin girls were waiting outside.

"Hey, Cassandra. We noticed you skipped lunch today, so we brought you some desserts," one of the girls said with a smile, holding up a paper bag.

Cassandra gave the bag a glance before asking directly, "What do you want?"

Caught off guard by her bluntness, the girl's smile faltered.

Seeing Cassandra's impatient expression, another girl quickly interjected, "Well, it's about Wentworth. He caught several Golden Snitches at the Quidditch World Cup final and said he'd give them to his friends. We were wondering if you could—"

Before the girl could finish, Cassandra shut the door firmly in their faces, leaving the group outside staring at each other in awkward silence.

A moment later, muffled grumbles and complaints erupted from the hallway, but Cassandra paid no mind. She leaned back against the door, retrieved the letters, and resumed reading, her mind clearly elsewhere.

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