Wentworth at this moment no longer had his former elegance, but when he looked at the top of the Room of Requirement, where a lifelike mannequin was suspended upside down in the air, a smile appeared on his face.

The next afternoon, Wentworth and a group of Hufflepuff freshmen happily went to the Hogwarts Quidditch field. This afternoon's class was a flying class for Hufflepuffs and Slytherins.

"I heard that every year, there are freshmen who fall off their broomsticks. At this time of year, almost every college has freshmen who break their arms and legs!"

"Don't worry. I heard that Madam Poppy Pomfrey will be waiting at the Quidditch field early in the morning. If any of us falls off the broomstick, she will immediately give us treatment on the spot!"

"Thank you, I'm even more worried now that you said that!"

As the Hufflepuff freshmen were walking towards the Quidditch field, chatting and laughing, the Hufflepuff in the front suddenly slowed down. Seeing this, Wentworth couldn't help but look forward, and saw a group of figures in dark green robes walking towards them from the other direction.

Among them, the most eye-catching one was Cassandra, who was walking in the front and was surrounded by people like a star.

If Wentworth was regarded as a lucky star by the entire Hufflepuff at this time, then Cassandra was also the big sister among the first-year Slytherin.

This time, it was not because of Cassandra's background, but because the strength Cassandra showed in yesterday's duel was indeed the best among the first-year Slytherin.

Both sides saw each other almost at the same time, and everyone stopped, their eyes filled with hostility.

"Cassandra, I'm so glad to see you're okay! I thought you were going to need to recuperate for a few days!"

Seeing Cassandra appear on the playground, although her face was a little pale, she seemed to be in good spirits. Wentworth walked up to her first and greeted her.

Seeing Wentworth walking towards them, several Slytherin freshmen around Cassandra wanted to stop Wentworth immediately, but were stopped by Cassandra.

Cassandra took two steps forward and faced Wentworth. She said sarcastically, "Why, are you disappointed to see me here?"

Wentworth waved his hands repeatedly and explained:

"You know, that's not what I meant!"

Cassandra raised her head and said proudly:

"If your magic power is exhausted, you may really have to stay in bed for a few days. But don't forget that my dean is Professor Snape, the recognized potion master of our Hogwarts! For him, this is just a matter of a potion!"

Hearing Cassandra's words, Wentworth nodded repeatedly and smiled.

"I know, I know! Your dean, Professor Snape, should go to our dean, Professor Sprout, to get the herbs."

As soon as Wentworth finished speaking, Cassandra's face immediately turned red. She lowered her head in embarrassment, but then, as if she remembered something, she raised her head, looked at Wentworth and said:

"Wentworth, do you remember what you said?"

"Of course I remember. You decide the time and place. I, Wentworth, will never lie to you about such things!"

Seeing Wentworth's affirmative answer, Cassandra nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, let's do it tonight! We'll talk about the location later! I'll wait for you tonight!"

Wentworth did not expect that Cassandra would be so anxious, and could not help but say in surprise:

"Tonight? You've just recovered. Can you handle it?"

Cassandra pointed to the pocket of Wentworth's robes, where the tip of his wand peeked out.

Seeing this, Wentworth knew that it was useless to say anything, so he shrugged and agreed to Cassandra's agreement.

"No problem, if you don't mind, why should I mind? Just tonight!"

After they finished talking, they were about to walk back to the Hufflepuff and Slytherin teams respectively, but when they turned around, they were startled.

Originally, the two of them had walked a distance away from their respective teams, but when they turned around, they found that there were people surrounding them from some point on, and those people were listening attentively to their conversation.

The two were startled by this sudden scene! When the rest of the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins saw the two turn around, they immediately dispersed and walked towards the Quidditch field in twos and threes, with only occasional words floating in the wind.

"Who do you think is better between the two of them?"

"Of course it's Wentworth! Didn't you hear Wentworth was worried about Cassandra's health?"

"Nonsense, Cassandra must be the best. Didn't you hear Cassandra mocking Wentworth for being useless just now?"

"Wentworth is awesome!"

"Cassandra is amazing!"

"Do you Hufflepuffs want to fight?!"

"Let's fight! It was you Slytherins who lost last night!"

The freshmen of Hufflepuff and Slytherin walked towards the Quidditch field while talking nonsense non-stop.

Wentworth and Cassandra, on the other hand, just stood there blankly, without reacting for a long time.

"Wentworth...you wait for me tonight!"

Cassandra's originally pale cheeks had become much rosier. Cassandra stomped her feet, left a word, and ran towards the Quidditch field without looking back.

Seeing this, Wentworth could only smile bitterly and followed Cassandra from a distance towards the Quidditch field.

Wentworth was the last one to arrive at the stadium. When he arrived, Madam Hooch was already waiting there. On the lawn in front of Madam Hooch, many flying brooms were neatly placed.

Wentworth hurried back to the Hufflepuff team. At his feet was a flying broom.

However, when Wentworth saw the flying broom under his feet clearly, he felt a chill in his heart.

It was obvious that the broom was old, with a bald hairline. Not only had the tail of the broom become uneven, but the broom itself also had several cracks visible to the naked eye.

Wentworth suddenly felt that what everyone said before class, that every time there was a freshman falling off the broomstick, might not just be a rumor.

(End of this chapter)