Even though Wentworth was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but stiffen when he saw the cheers and shouts of tens of thousands of wizards around him.

"Don't be nervous, Wentworth. You have to know that you represent Hogwarts!"

Dumbledore's voice rang in Wentworth's ears, and Wentworth couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Principal Dumbledore, did you arrange this? Now, I'm afraid it won't be long before all the students in Hogwarts will know that I followed you to watch the Quidditch World Cup final. Isn't that a bad thing?"

But to Wentworth's surprise, Dumbledore denied it.

"You are wrong, Wentworth. I am not a prophet. I didn't know about this project in advance, and I won't make any arrangements in advance!"

Seeing Wentworth's puzzled expression, Dumbledore continued to explain:

"In fact, there is only one reason why I did this. I know that you are an orphan and have probably never been to watch the Quidditch World Cup in person. Most of the other students at Hogwarts have been to the scene in person and have seen such scenes under the guidance of their parents."

"You are my student. As Dumbledore's student, you must also see the scenery that others have seen!"

After hearing what Dumbledore said, although Wentworth still had some doubts in his heart, he felt warmed in his heart and no longer hesitated.

Wentworth gently adjusted his robe, followed the staff with a smile, and walked towards the center of the venue.

But Wentworth now felt much more at ease. After all, he was only an eleven-year-old boy. No matter what he did, everyone would forgive him, especially when the ceiling of the magic world's combat power stood behind him.

Dumbledore was looking at Wentworth's back, but he had something else in his mind that he hadn't said: As his bloodline, you can also go and see the scenery that others haven't seen! When Wentworth followed the staff to the center of the venue, the host who had been waiting here for a long time let out an exaggerated scream, and then said: "Wow! What an elegant and handsome young wizard! Are all the students at Hogwarts so good-looking now? Seeing you reminds me of my days at Hogwarts. A handsome wizard like you would have been the object of secret love for many young witches in our time!"

Originally, the host wanted to see Wentworth's blushing face for the effect of the show, but unfortunately, he met Wentworth who had the soul of a man in his twenties.

Wentworth smiled and said, "It's the same now!"

This time, the host was at a loss.

At this time, Fudge, who was in the stands, said to Dumbledore flatteringly: "Principal Dumbledore, our Hogwarts students really have big hearts!"

But this time Dumbledore was not humble as usual, but nodded.

"Yes, he is very courageous!"

After a brief interaction with the host, Wentworth took the new conceptual Firebolt broom from the host's hand and was about to step on it, but the host leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Young man, as your senior, I have to remind you that this broom is different from the one Hogwarts School provides for you to practice on. You must fly slowly!"

"Don't rush to catch those golden snitches. This is just a performance. The golden snitches are all cursed. Over time, their speed will decrease, making them easier to catch! I don't want to see anything happen to you."

Then, accompanied by cheers from the audience, Wentworth suddenly rushed into the sky, leaving only the host on the field.

"It seems that what I just said was in vain!"

The host spoke softly while fixing his hair which was messed up by the strong wind when Wentworth took off.

At this moment, Wentworth, who was flying in the air, felt very happy. Men love cars. The Firebolt under Wentworth's crotch was undoubtedly equivalent to the top supercar in the Muggle world! Wentworth kept making various turns or emergency stops in the air. His movements were extremely smooth, which made the cheers at the scene even louder! "It seems that what I said just now was unnecessary!"

The host looked up at Wentworth who was having so much fun and whispered again.

At this moment, Wentworth felt a golden light flash before his eyes. Wentworth quickly turned his head and saw a golden snitch.

Wentworth made an abrupt stop and turned, rushing towards the direction of the Golden Snitch.

When the host in the center of the venue saw this scene, he quickly said loudly:

"Oh! Our little wizard has discovered a golden snitch. Let's see what he will do?"

"What a beautiful quick stop and turn! Our little wizard adjusted the direction of the broom in a very short time and headed straight for the golden snitch. I was worried that this lucky young wizard would have difficulty controlling the Firebolt, which is so fast, but it turns out that a wizard from Hogwarts is absolutely trustworthy, even if he hasn't graduated yet!"

The host's words caused some people to cheer, but some wizards seemed to be expressing their dissatisfaction and kept talking about something. But there was no doubt that the atmosphere at the scene became heated again.

But at this moment, Wentworth could only hear the whistling wind in his ears and see the golden flash in front of him.

The golden snitch was seen swaying back and forth in the sky, but Wentworth was always approaching at a relatively steady speed.

"Look, our little wizard has gradually approached the golden snitch, but the golden snitch's swaying route seems to make it difficult for our little wizard to catch it! What is he going to do?"

Just as the host finished speaking, Wentworth in the air seized the opportunity when the Golden Snitch just turned and rushed straight over! "Wow! He can still speed up! Oh my God, I thought that was his fastest speed just now! This little wizard's flying skills are better than I thought! He was just looking for the opportunity before, like an excellent hunter, looking for a chance to kill with one blow!"

"We see that he has got the golden snitch! Let us welcome our little wizard back to the center of the venue with a big cheer!"

However, Wentworth in the air just took a look at the Golden Snitch in his hand and put it away, but did not let it fall back to the ground. Instead, he continued to search in the air.

The host below waited for a long time, but found that Wentworth seemed to have no intention of coming down, and the expression on his face became a little unbearable.

(End of this chapter)