But just as Cassandra finished speaking, she heard Harry roar:

"Then he is also an accomplice!"

Seeing that Harry was getting more and more agitated, Draco stepped forward and gently patted Harry's shoulder to comfort him, and then explained to Wentworth and Cassandra: "Because, Professor Snape was once a Death Eater."

Hearing this, Cassandra suddenly realized, and Wentworth thought to himself: In fact, it is not wrong to say that Snape is the murderer of Harry's parents. After all, if Snape had not revealed the prophecy to Voldemort, perhaps Harry's parents would not have died.

But Wentworth could never say this to Harry.

Seeing that Harry's mood had calmed down a little, Wentworth spoke up, "Harry, no matter what, I won't help you steal things from Snape's office. Your parents didn't die at the hands of Professor Snape. If you really want revenge, your target should be Voldemort, Tom Riddle, not our Potions Professor!"

Wentworth said, took Cassandra's hand, and left.

Wentworth certainly would not offend Snape in order to help Harry. Not to mention that Snape was not a real Death Eater. Just think about the fact that his teacher Lupin had to rely on the wolfsbane potion made by Snape. Wentworth would not stand on Harry's side.

Although in a sense, Harry is the son of luck in this world, the so-called protagonist, but Wentworth has no intention of licking him. After all, who is not a protagonist? In your own life, you are the protagonist! Although Wentworth walked without hesitation, Cassandra, who followed Wentworth, kept looking back and scanning Harry and the others. I don't know what she was thinking.

After Wentworth left, Harry squatted on the ground with a helpless look on his face, attracting Draco, Ron and Hermione to come and comfort him.

However, what no one noticed was that in a window of Hogwarts Castle not far away, Quirrell was standing in front of the window, quietly watching the scene happening below the castle.

At the same time, Quirrell, who was alone in an office, said respectfully as if muttering to himself: "Okay, Master! I understand! I will definitely do as you say! This plan is absolutely perfect!"

When Wentworth took Cassandra's hand and left Harry and the others, as soon as they entered Hogwarts Castle, Cassandra said, "How long will you hold my hand?"

After hearing Cassandra's question, Wentworth said angrily, "Oh, haha, I didn't even notice it. I was so careless!"

Having said that, Wentworth reluctantly let go of Cassandra's hand.

Cassandra gave Wentworth an unpleasant look and walked straight towards the Slytherin common room.

But as the two passed by, Cassandra asked softly, "Is it slippery?"

Wentworth: "b(￣▽￣)d"

After watching Cassandra leave, Wentworth gradually put away the smile on his face, wiped the non-existent saliva from the corner of his mouth, and once again took out the delivery note that Cassandra had given him, his eyes somewhat deep.

In the following days, Hogwarts was calm, but the atmosphere became increasingly tense as the exam time drew closer.

Even so-called academic masters like Wentworth and Cedric have thrown themselves into intensive review. After all, some courses in Hogwarts can only be learned through talent, which is useless!

For example: History of Magic.

That day, Wentworth, as usual, went straight to the Hogwarts library after finishing a day's classes. After taking a quick look around, he found that Cedric and Green had not arrived yet.

Wentworth didn't care. After putting down the textbook in his hand, he went to the bookshelf to look for the books he needed.

However, when Wentworth returned to his seat with the book in his hand, he found a piece of paper on the table in front of his seat.

Seeing this, Wentworth looked around but didn't find anyone suspicious, but this made Wentworth frown.

I didn't find any suspicious people, but I was the most suspicious! You know, from the time I left to the time I came back, it was only two or three minutes, and this note appeared on my desk out of thin air.

This means that the other person has been watching me, but I didn't notice it at all.

"Stop the curse immediately!"

Seeing that there was no response to the note on the table, Wentworth ignored the surprised looks around him and picked up the note on the table.

However, after just a few glances, Wentworth felt a surge of anger rushing to his head.

The note in front of me clearly read:

Cassandra is in my hands now. If you want to save him, bring Harry Potter to me! I will wait for you in the Forbidden Forest at midnight tonight.

When Wentworth saw the contents of the note, he knew who left it without having to think too much.

At this time, in the Hogwarts campus, there was only one person who could do such a thing, Quirrell! Of course, the one who instructed him to do this must be the guy who was neither human nor ghost.

At this moment, Wentworth felt someone approaching quietly from behind him, and Wentworth subconsciously pointed his wand behind him.

"Hey, Wentworth, it's just a joke, don't be impulsive!"

Green was seen standing behind Wentworth, with his hands raised, speaking with an embarrassed look on his face.

Cedric smiled and said, "I told you a long time ago, don't joke like this anymore. If you are hit by Wentworth's spell, don't expect me to save you. I will always stand on Wentworth's side!"

However, the two smiling people soon discovered that Wentworth did not smile at all at this moment, but was rather calm and somewhat scary.

Seeing this, Green felt his heartbeat quicken instantly. He looked at Wentworth with some concern and said:

"Are you really angry?"

Wentworth took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and then handed the note in his hand to Green and Cedric.

Seeing this, Green immediately took the note handed over by Wentworth, and Cedric also came over, and the two began to read together.

The note was very short and the two of them finished reading it in a short while. They both showed shocked expressions.

Cedric immediately asked:

"When was this note received?"

Wentworth replied coldly:

"Just five minutes ago."

At this time, Green also grabbed a student who was passing by him. Green obviously knew the other person and asked:

"Jace, what class do you second years in Slytherin have this afternoon?"

Although Jace was a little confused, he still answered:

"It's Defense Against the Dark Arts, Prefect Green."

(End of this chapter)