As soon as he entered the Hogwarts kitchen, Wentworth was discovered by the house-elves in Hogwarts, and many house-elves surrounded him.

"Sir, is there anything we can do for you? Would you like some dessert first? How about chocolate eclairs?"

Wentworth took the chocolate exploding puff handed to him by the elf and took a light bite. The aroma of chocolate instantly exploded in his taste buds.

“It tastes delicious, thank you!”

Wentworth said this sincerely, and at the same time felt that his decision to insist on going to Hogwarts was extremely correct, and he was very satisfied with being sorted into Hufflepuff.

You know, originally in his plan, Ravenclaw was also one of the alternatives, but obviously, compared to the character of a top student, Wentworth prefers the character of a foodie.

Hearing Wentworth's praise, the elves around him immediately danced happily, looking very excited.

Then, Wentworth took out a piece of paper from his pocket, on which were some ingredients he had just written.

"Everyone, can you help me prepare these ingredients? I need them tomorrow."

An elf took the note from Wentworth's hand, and the other house-elves immediately gathered around, scrambling to look at the note, while Wentworth leisurely ate a chocolate exploding puff.

"Mr. Wentworth, the things on your list are not difficult to find, but many of them require us to purchase them in the Muggle world, because few people in Hogwarts eat these things."

At this point, the house-elf seemed to be hesitant to speak, so another house-elf added:

"So, Mr. Wentworth, these materials may not be ready until tomorrow noon."

Then, all the house-elves showed expressions of shame.

Wentworth didn't care at all when he heard the house-elves' answers. In fact, Wentworth felt that what the house-elves said was already quite tactful.

Some of the ingredients written on Wentworth's note are rarely eaten not only in Hogwarts, but probably even in the whole of Britain, few people would taste them. Wentworth was already surprised that these ingredients could be prepared by tomorrow noon.

"It's okay. If some ingredients are hard to find, it doesn't matter if one or two are missing. Just prepare them before lunch tomorrow."

After receiving Wentworth's answer, the house-elves obviously breathed a sigh of relief, and the house-elf who had been a little ashamed before regained his enthusiasm.

"No problem, Mr. Wentworth, we will definitely prepare all the ingredients before lunch tomorrow!"

"Do you want to make a few dishes with these ingredients? If so, you can leave the recipe to us and we will prepare them all for you and deliver them accurately to you at lunch tomorrow."

But this time, Wentworth cruelly rejected the kindness of the house-elf and said:

"No need, it's more fun to cook this dish myself. Then, see you tomorrow at noon!"

Although the house-elves were a little disappointed that Wentworth refused their request to help with cooking, they still said goodbye to Wentworth happily.

The next morning, Wentworth had just packed up and walked out of the dormitory when he ran into Cedric who had been waiting in the Hufflepuff common room.

"Hi, good morning Wentworth, would you like to have breakfast together? Then I will show you around Hogwarts."

Wentworth gladly accepted Cedric's invitation, and the two walked together towards the Hogwarts dining hall.

"You know, when I wrote to my father last night to let him know that you were sorted into Hufflepuff, I received a reply from him this morning via owl. He was very happy about it and told me to take good care of you."

On the way to the auditorium, Cedric said to Wentworth with a smile on his face.

"Really? Mr. Diggory is such a kind man."

After breakfast, Wentworth walked around Hogwarts Castle under the guidance of Cedric.

Cedric took the lead in showing Wentworth the classrooms that would be used for classes this semester, so that Wentworth would not be in a rush and unable to find the classroom when the time comes.

But when passing by a small room without windows, with only an oil lamp hanging from the low ceiling in front of the door, Cedric suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Remember, stay away from this room and don't approach it casually!"

Cedric's mysterious look instantly aroused Wentworth's curiosity.

You know, one of the main reasons why I insisted on coming to Hogwarts was that I wanted to experience the mystery of Hogwarts.

Seeing Cedric's behavior, Wentworth suppressed his inner excitement, and asked softly with some nervousness and curiosity: "Cedric, what's in here? Is it something that Hogwarts uses to store dark magic items?"

Cedric shook his head.

"Could it be that some magical creature is imprisoned in here?"

Cedric still shook his head.

Now Wentworth's curiosity was completely aroused.

"Or did something tragic happen here?"

This time, Cedric nodded very seriously.

“How tragic?”

“It’s inhumane!”

Wentworth had never expected that in addition to the girls' bathroom on the third floor of Hogwarts, where the Myrtle incident had occurred, there were other rooms where tragic things had happened!

Looking back at the room, Wentworth felt an inexplicable chill in his heart and couldn't help asking, "What is that room used for?"

Cedric replied solemnly:

"That's the room of Filch, the Hogwarts caretaker!"

Wentworth: “…”

Seeing that Wentworth seemed to be lacking interest, Cedric couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you curious about what Filch does?"

"I think I can guess."

Wentworth replied.

Soon, the morning was about to pass, and just when Cedric was about to go to the auditorium in front of him to have dinner with Wentworth, Wentworth grabbed Cedric.

"Cedric, thank you for the steak last night. I've also prepared a delicious meal for you for lunch today!"

After saying that, Wentworth pulled Cedric towards the Hufflepuff common room.

(End of this chapter)