Wentworth, who had breathed a sigh of relief and even smiled when he heard Abernathy's words, suddenly froze his smile when Abernathy said this.

"Did you find anything wrong?"

Wentworth asked quickly.

Abernathy also put on a solemn expression at this time, nodded very solemnly, and then continued:

"Yes, there is something wrong. When I transformed into the servant and explored the manor, I found that all the servants and house servants, even the house elves, were very quiet. Except for the occasional sound of moving things, no one spoke a word."

After hearing what Abernathy said, Wentworth said with some confusion:

"Doesn't this mean that these servants and house-elves are well-trained? Perhaps this is their family tradition or rule?"

Abernathy shook his head slowly and reminded, "Wentworth, you have to read my previous words together with this one! Imagine a group of servants in a huge manor, smiling but never saying a word! There are obviously many people around, but the whole manor is dead silent!"

After hearing Abernathy's description, Wentworth imagined the scene and suddenly felt a cold sweat breaking out on his body.

Abernathy continued:

"Not only that, I tried to pretend that I accidentally broke a cup, and a house-elf immediately appeared and cleaned up. After cleaning, the house-elf left. During the whole process, not only did the house-elf not speak, but even the other servants around did not speak, as if everything that happened just now did not exist! No one even looked in my direction!"

After hearing Abernathy's words, Wentworth, who was already sweating, felt as if there was a gust of cold wind around him and couldn't help shivering.

What made Wentworth feel even more incredible was what Abernathy said next.

Abernathy looked at Wentworth and said very seriously:

"In this situation, I can only think of one reason - the Imperius Curse!"

Wentworth swallowed subconsciously.

"If it is really the Imperius Curse, then there is probably a big risk in Cassandra's manor! To cast the Imperius Curse on so many servants and house-elves, it is definitely not something that one or two wizards can do. There must be quite a few wizards in Cassandra's manor!"

Rozier, who was standing by, also had a heavy tone at this moment.

After hearing what Rozier said, Abernathy spread his hands and said:

"I thought so too, so I didn't dare go any deeper, for fear of alerting the enemy! There is no doubt that a murder is brewing in that manor, but I'm not sure who is being targeted by this murder."

Wentworth smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "No need to guess, if nothing unexpected happens, this killing game is definitely aimed at me!"

Abernathy and Rosier looked at each other, then said, "Actually, I think so too! Fortunately, Wentworth, you are cautious enough and discovered the clues in advance. I will gather our wizards tomorrow. No matter who is inside, under our wands, they will either surrender or die!"

At the end of his speech, a fierce light flashed in Abernathy's eyes.

But at this time, Rozier coughed lightly twice, then glared at Abernathy.

Facing Abernathy's question, Wentworth fell into silence for a while. After a long while, Wentworth spoke up: "I still don't understand it. Does Cassandra know about it? What role did she play in it?"

After hearing what Wentworth said, Abernathy seemed to be a little emotional and wanted to say something, but Rozier waved him to stop.

However, Rosier looked at Wentworth with a serious face and said slowly, "Wentworth, you are so smart, it is impossible for you not to see that Cassandra must know about this! Don't be too soft-hearted!"

Hearing Rosier's tone gradually becoming stern, Wentworth remained very calm and asked back:

"But, she has no reason to do that, right? Unless, she is forced to do so for some reason!"

"Moreover, the reason why Cassandra fell into this situation is most likely because of me! Therefore, the other party seized some of her handles and threatened her."

Hearing Wentworth's words, Rosier was about to speak, but Abernathy spoke first: "But this doesn't change the fact that she wants to harm you, right?!"

At this moment, when Abernathy looked at Wentworth, there seemed to be a hint of anger at his lack of fighting spirit.

There was a moment of silence in the room. After a long while, Wentworth asked a question: "I want to know, if my grandfather was here, what would he do? For example, if someone caught Grandma Rosier and forced her to do something to let my grandfather down, but my grandfather found out, what would he do?"

Hearing Wentworth's question, Rosier and Abernathy were both speechless, not knowing how to respond.

After a long while, Rozier finally smiled bitterly and said:

"I think if this situation really happens, the biggest possibility is that the master will use his absolute strength to beat the other party, and then scold me severely."

After hearing Rozier's answer, Wentworth nodded in understanding, then turned to Abernathy and said:

"In that case, then I'll trouble Grandpa Abernathy to gather some men tomorrow! No matter who the other party is, we'll defeat them first!"

"Just this time, don't let the whole world know about it like we did in London!"

Upon hearing Wentworth's instructions, Abernathy's face immediately lit up and he said repeatedly, "Okay! I'll arrange it tomorrow!"

Rosier, standing aside, said with some concern: "But, Wentworth, the enemy's numbers and strength determine that once we go to war, it will be difficult for us to guarantee Cassandra's safety! If something unexpected happens, I hope you will be mentally prepared!"

Hearing this, Wentworth smiled and said to Rozier:

"Don't worry, Grandma Rosier, I know what's going on! I'll find a way to deal with Cassandra's matter!"

After hearing what Wentworth said, Rozier knew that Wentworth already understood, so he didn't say anything more. He just patted Wentworth on the shoulder and left with Abernathy.

After Rosier's Abernathy left, Wentworth sat quietly for a long time. Until late at night, Wentworth came to the desk in the room, picked up a feather pen, and then took out a thousand paper cranes from his arms.

(End of this chapter)