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Wentworth stood in front of his door, looking at the familiar environment around him, and couldn't help stretching.

"Finally you're back! That old bee of Dumbledore lied to me and said it was summer camp? It was simply a Passion!"

Wentworth walked to the door and was about to open it when he suddenly had an idea. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he patted his coat pocket lightly.

Then, a green head popped out from Wentworth's negotiation pocket and looked around vigilantly.

Wentworth took out a turtle from somewhere and placed it in front of the turtle. The green figure quickly crawled out of Wentworth's pocket and waved his arms clumsily at the turtle.

At this time, if an outsider passes by, he will be surprised to find that this green figure looks like a miniature tree, but has human-like facial features. It is the magical creature in the magic world, the Bowtruckle.

Wentworth fed the turtle in his hand to the Bowtruckle and pointed at the door. The Bowtruckle in Wentworth's hand jumped up and jumped directly to the keyhole. It stretched out its arm and gently moved it a few times. With a "click", the door was opened.

"Well done Green!"

Wentworth took the Bowtruckle and praised it, but got a roll of the eyes from the Bowtruckle.

Wentworth looked at the door that was opened a crack, smiling, and whispered:

"I've got a surprise for you guys!"

Then, Wentworth tiptoed open the door and walked into the room.

One second later...

"It's me, Grandma Rosier!"

Wentworth felt a wand pressing down on his head, and he quickly loudly stated his identity! Then, a surprised voice sounded:

"Wentworth?! You're finally back!"

Rosier's figure came from Wentworth's side, and the wand that was against Wentworth's forehead was put down. Wentworth breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to see Rosier with a look of surprise on his face.

Wentworth put down the suitcase in his hand, turned around and hugged Rosier.

Rozier let go of Wentworth, took a step back, and looked at Wentworth carefully. His eyes seemed to be a little wet, and he said:

"Why is it so dark?! Wentworth, have you suffered a lot out there?"

Wentworth smiled and said:

"It's not bad. Although I suffered a lot, I also gained a lot! Well, this little guy is one of them. Come out and meet people, Green Treasure."

Wentworth patted his pocket gently, but the Bowtruckle only showed half of its head and looked outside vigilantly, and then refused to come out again. Rosier glanced at the Bowtruckle in Wentworth's pocket and frowned slightly, but soon disappeared, saying:

"Wentworth, take a rest first. It's almost time for dinner. I'm going to find Abernathy and the others. If they knew you were back, they would be so happy!"

While Rosier and others were holding a sumptuous dinner to celebrate Wentworth's return, in the headmaster's office of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall was talking to Headmaster Dumbledore with a serious face, and Hagrid, the key keeper and gamekeeper of Hogwarts, was standing next to them.

"Albus, are you sure you want to do this? I don't think it's a good idea to let Harry Potter get in touch with Wentworth so early!"

Hagrid beside Mag also nodded repeatedly and said:

Dumbledore glanced at Hagrid and responded, "Are you talking about Harry ten years ago?"

Then, Dumbledore turned his gaze to Professor McGonagall and said calmly:

"Minerva, this is what we agreed on a long time ago, isn't it? Besides, Harry Potter will be entering Hogwarts soon. He and Wentworth are destined to meet. It's unavoidable!"

"Besides, it will be beneficial for his growth if he can get in touch with our outstanding students from Hogwarts in advance! Just like wizard chess, if you play against people of higher level, your level will continue to improve, but if you play against people of lower level, your level will even decline."

But Professor McGonagall still said with a troubled look on her face:

"But why does it have to be Wentworth? Can't Cedric be chosen? I think Cedric is more suitable!"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then he spoke word by word:

"The reason I chose Wentworth is actually the same reason you didn't want to choose Wentworth! Believe me, Minerva, they will become friends."

Seeing that Dumbledore had made his decision, Professor McGonagall and Hagrid looked at each other, and had to give up their plan to persuade Dumbledore and nodded helplessly.

The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, Wentworth woke up from his sleep and stretched himself.

"It's still my own bed, it's comfortable to sleep in! And I don't have to fight with Rolf for the quilt! I really don't know how such a stupid guy could chase Luna in the future?"

Just as Wentworth turned on the light and was about to pour a glass of water, he heard a knock on the door.

Wentworth frowned, picked up his wand and walked towards the door.

"Granny Rozier, will you come to see me so early?"

Wentworth walked carefully to the door, opened it, and immediately extended his wand, then stuck his head out and looked outside.

"Principal Dumbledore? Hagrid?"

When Wentworth saw who was standing outside the house, he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. At the same time, on the street outside Wentworth's house, accompanied by several explosions of air, several figures suddenly appeared beside Dumbledore.

Rosier, Abernathy and others were all looking at Dumbledore in front of Wentworth with a wary look on their faces, and the wands in their hands seemed eager to try.

Dumbledore glanced around and said helplessly, "Wentworth, your family's welcome ceremony seems to be quite unique!"

Before Wentworth could answer, he heard Carrow, who was standing behind Dumbledore, say in a somewhat frantic tone:

"Is it really you, Dumbledore? Lord Grindelwald has been imprisoned by you for decades, and we have been driven out of our home by you, and now, you dare to intrude into our territory! You are courting death!"

Dumbledore said nonchalantly:

"I came to see my students. What are you afraid of?"

(End of this chapter)


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