Looking at the familiar campus around him, Wentworth always felt that this place was more like a prison, and he had forced himself into this prison!

Thinking of this, Wentworth wanted to slap himself in the face! More importantly, he was powerless to do anything about it now! What could he do? Write to Rosier and Abernathy and ask them to call the Witch Party to rescue him? If Dumbledore had no ill will towards him, then this would be completely unnecessary.

And if Dumbledore really has bad intentions towards me, then I am courting my own death! Where is this place? This is Hogwarts! Dumbledore's absolute home court! Not to mention whether Rosier and the others can break in! But even if they break in, they will probably see me as a corpse! No, I can't panic! Wentworth kept reminding himself in his heart that things were not that bad yet.

Dumbledore must know his identity, after all, it was written on the admission letter! But after entering Hogwarts for so long, his identity has never been exposed. No one has asked for his last name, and he has never even said his last name on his own initiative. It is so abnormal, but he only discovered it today. This must be Dumbledore covering up for him! And since Dumbledore is willing to spend so much effort to help him hide his identity, it means that Dumbledore has no intention of doing anything to him for the time being! When Wentworth was sure that he was safe for the time being, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But Wentworth knew in his heart that this was not enough!

You know, if you fall behind you don’t necessarily get beaten, it’s just because I don’t want to beat you today!

If Wentworth had been somewhat disdainful of the high-profile actions of the Witch Party yesterday before this morning, then now, Wentworth wished that the Witch Party would be even more high-profile! Because the stronger the Witch Party was, the safer he would be! After all, even Dumbledore had to consider clearly that a group of crazy dark wizards would bring much more destructive power to the magical world than it does now!

Of course, this is not enough! As a time traveler, Wentworth's strongest golden finger is to grasp the development trend of this world in the next few years, so Wentworth came up with another brilliant idea!

Keep the enemy at bay!

Voldemort will be back next year. Wentworth was originally thinking whether he should burn all of Voldemort's Horcruxes, such as the diary and the golden cup, in advance!

But now, Wentworth has changed his mind!

Voldemort is good! As long as Voldemort comes back, then, before Voldemort dies, Dumbledore is even less likely to attack him. After all, Dumbledore can't fight against the witch party and the Death Eaters at the same time!

Thinking of this, the corners of Wentworth's mouth even curled up slightly.

Very good, I am on the fifth level this time! Wentworth gave himself a happy score.

Wentworth was so immersed in his own world at this moment that when he passed by a familiar figure, the other person raised her hand as if wanting to say hello to Wentworth, but Wentworth didn't even notice it. He just left with a smile on his face, leaving behind only a surprised figure.

Early this morning, Cassandra finally made up her mind and got up early to dress up. Women dress up to please themselves, and the target was naturally Wentworth.

Just now, when Cassandra saw Wentworth walking towards her in the distance, she quickly straightened her clothes, thought for a while, gritted her teeth, unbuttoned another button of her Slytherin uniform, and pulled it down.

Then, Cassandra walked towards Wentworth with a smile on her face.

But just as the two sides were about to meet, Wentworth, who had been expressionless, curled up the corners of his mouth strangely, which made Cassandra, who was already guilty, feel a little nervous, and she stopped halfway in raising her hand.

Cassandra didn't even utter the cry that was on the tip of her tongue.

Especially, when the two met, Wentworth just walked straight past with a smile on his face, without any other expression! You know, no matter where they met before, Wentworth would take the initiative to greet her! Could it be that he had already seen through all this? Cassandra looked at Wentworth's back in surprise, her heart full of disbelief.

But then, a wave of anger surged into Cassandra's heart! I dressed so beautifully today, and you just left without looking back?! No matter whether you know something or not, this is unforgivable!

But at this moment, Wentworth didn't know that he had inadvertently aroused Cassandra's anger.

When Wentworth returned to the dormitory, he found Cedric already waiting there.

Seeing this, Wentworth's heart tightened, because Wentworth knew that Cedric must have known his identity. After all, he took his pendant to the battlefield yesterday! But then, Wentworth walked over openly, lay down on his bed without any image, and said: "I think you should know my identity, right?"

Cedric nodded, smiled bitterly and said:

"Before yesterday, I really didn't expect that my good friend who I spend every day with is actually such a big shot."

Wentworth thought to himself, what a coincidence! I just found out about this today too.

"Will we still be friends in the future?"

Wentworth asked uncertainly.

But Cedric shook his head slowly.

Seeing this, Wentworth smiled bitterly. As expected, with Cedric's style of doing things, how could he possibly tolerate the Witch Party?

Although it was expected, Cedric was the first friend Wentworth met in this world after all, and it would be a lie to say that he was not sad.

However, before Wentworth could sigh, Cedric continued:

"I have joined the Wucui Party. According to the customs of your Wucui Party... our Wucui Party, we should be a family!"

Hearing Cedric's words, Wentworth jumped up from the bed instantly, looked at Cedric with surprise, and asked in disbelief:

"What you said is true?!"

At this time, Cedric said with a straight face: "Although I have joined the Witch Party, it may not be a good thing for you! I will not watch my good friend do evil and remain indifferent!"

But Wentworth didn't think so. He said to Cedric with a sly smile:

"We'll talk about that later. Now, call the master and let him hear it!"

Cedric: ...

"Sweet nut!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of something falling from behind them. They turned around quickly and saw Green's eyes widened and his wand fell to his feet.

(End of this chapter)