The voice behind my head said weakly, "That second-year student is definitely not an ordinary little wizard. Let me ask you, what is his name?"

Although there was no one in front of him, Quirrell still bowed and answered very respectfully:

"Reporting to the master, his name is Wentworth!"

The voice behind my head sneered, and then continued:

"And that? That's all? What's his full name?"

Hearing the question from behind his head, Quirrell was stunned at first, then he murmured: "His name is Wentworth... Wentworth..."

This time, Quirrell was not pretending, but really stuttered, because he found that he really didn't seem to know Wentworth's full name. He only knew that his name was Wentworth, but didn't know his last name.

In an instant, Qi Luo felt a chill in his heart, and his whole body trembled with an unknown fear.

After a long moment, Quirrell's face was filled with fear and bitterness, and he answered:

"I don't know the master, I don't know his full name, but how is this possible? When did I fall under the spell?"

But the voice behind him said in a low voice:

"It's not you who's under the spell, it's him!"

Hearing this answer, Quirrell was stunned again, and said with some confusion: "Him? Master, I don't know what you mean."

The voice behind my head explained:

"He has a special spell on him, similar to the Confusion Spell, which can make the wizards around him subconsciously ignore his last name. Obviously, this was invented and cast by someone specifically for him!"

After hearing this explanation, Quirrell quickly said, "Master, who is so powerful that he could cast such a spell on Wentworth and even hide it from Dumbledore!"

The voice behind Quirrell let out another long sigh and said tiredly:

"This kind of spell cannot last for the entire semester, so someone must have been reinforcing the spell regularly without anyone noticing. There is only one person in the entire Hogwarts who can do this, and that person is Dumbledore himself!"

"Even I didn't notice anything special about this young man before. If I hadn't noticed something strange when he cast the spell just now, we might have been kept in the dark by him!"

At this point, the voice behind him suddenly changed its tone and said viciously: "Investigate! We must investigate thoroughly! This young man must have an extraordinary background, otherwise, Dumbledore would not have gone to such great lengths to conceal his identity! Therefore, we must investigate his identity thoroughly!"

Hearing the voice behind him say this, Quirrell buried himself lower and said respectfully, "Don't worry, Master. I will definitely find out his identity."

At the same time, under the protection of Dumbledore, Snape and others, Wentworth, Harry and others finally returned to Hogwarts safely.

Standing in front of the Hogwarts castle and looking at the familiar surroundings, Harry and Draco both felt like they had survived a disaster.

At this moment, Dumbledore, who had been walking in the front, suddenly stopped, turned around, and said to the young wizards behind him: "Okay, let's stop here for today. After you go back, I hope you can forget about what happened tonight as soon as possible and don't mention it to anyone else!"

At this point, Dumbledore paused, then he winked at the little wizards with a playful look, and continued:

"Of course, I think soon you won't have time to think about other things, because you will have more important things to do!"

After hearing what Dumbledore said, Harry, Draco and the others looked at each other and found that they were all confused and didn't know what was going on.

But Dumbledore didn't seem to have any intention of explaining. After saying this, he turned around and left.

"Wentworth, what did Headmaster Dumbledore mean by his last words?"

Wentworth was stunned for a moment, then said nonchalantly: "Oh, it's nothing, don't think too much about it, Headmaster Dumbledore is just teasing you, it's actually not a big deal!"

"It's just that the final exam is coming soon!"

As soon as Wentworth finished speaking, there was a burst of inhalations all around. Except for Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Draco all froze with horror on their faces.

Seeing the horrified expressions on Harry and the others' faces, Wentworth nodded with great satisfaction. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he found that Draco was holding him even tighter.

Draco said pleadingly:

"Senior, I haven't prepared anything yet, what should I do?! Senior, grab it!"

Wentworth calmly pulled his arm back from Draco's hand and said slowly:

"Call me Wentworth when nothing happens, and start calling me senior when something happens. You are amazing, Draco."

"It doesn't matter if you haven't reviewed. I didn't review that either. Anyway, there is still time. It's not too late to work hard now!"

But Draco said with despair:

"You guys are reviewing, I'm just previewing at best!"

On the other side, Harry and Ron had already found Hermione, and Ron said flatteringly: "Hermione, during the final exams, hey, you know!"

Hermione sighed, spread her hands and replied:

"Don't even think about it. Professor McGonagall has already said that we will use special quills to prevent cheating during the exam. I want to help you, but I can't do it!"

Hearing Hermione's answer, Ron was stunned, and then said angrily:

"How can this be? The school really doesn't trust us!"

Just like that, the group quarreled and quarreled for a while, and after returning to Hogwarts Castle, they dispersed.

However, after returning to their respective dormitories, except for Wentworth, who went to bed and fell asleep immediately, the others seemed to have difficulty sleeping.

Ron kept telling Harry that if he didn't do well in his final exams, he would be beaten to death by the Weasleys!

Harry leaned against the head of the bed and swore to himself that he must avenge his parents.

After Hermione returned to the dormitory, she directly took out a thick textbook on the history of magic and planned to read for another half an hour.

Draco returned to the dormitory and lay on the bed, thinking about everything that happened tonight. He still felt very excited and wanted to find someone to talk to.

But because of Wentworth's warning, Draco didn't know who to look for a moment.

After thinking for a moment, Draco took out a playing card from his arms.

(End of this chapter)