"It seems that our little wizard just got a new broomstick. He can hardly hide his excitement and curiosity. After all, he is still a child. We can understand that, haha!"

The host had no choice but to speak up to smooth things over, laughed, and tried to let the matter go.

At this moment, Wentworth spotted another golden snitch and chased after it without hesitation.

Seeing this, the host felt that he might have guessed the reason, so he quickly said: "We saw that our little wizard found another golden snitch. It seems that there may be some problem or accident with the first golden snitch, so our little wizard plans to catch a new golden snitch for us. What a responsible wizard!"

Amid the host's exclamation, Wentworth, who had become more skilled, soon caught a new golden snitch.

Just as the host was about to welcome Wentworth back to the center of the venue, he saw Wentworth put away the golden snitch again, then accelerated and rushed towards the third golden snitch.

At this moment, the tens of thousands of wizard audiences at the scene could not help but boil over. Some were making a fuss, while others were raising questions. Although Wentworth could not hear the noise below, the host in the center of the venue was sweating profusely and seemed a little overwhelmed.

In the stands, Fudge also came close to Dumbledore and was about to speak cautiously, but Dumbledore seemed to have known what Fudge was going to say and spoke first:

"Let's wait and see. Wentworth must have his reasons for doing this."

Hearing what Dumbledore said, Fudge had to retreat back in embarrassment. After all, as the British Minister of Magic, he couldn't stand up publicly on such an occasion and ask the little wizard from Hogwarts to come down!

Besides, it didn't seem worth it to offend Dumbledore for such a small matter! So, under the gaze of tens of thousands of wizards, Wentworth caught nearly ten golden snitches in a row, and then slowly fell from the air and landed next to the host.

Seeing this, the host came over with a dark face, but as soon as the two met, Wentworth spoke first:

"I'm a little tired, otherwise I could catch a few more!"

The host almost fainted, and took a few deep breaths before he spoke: "I think I may not have explained it clearly. You only need to catch one golden snitch, not all of them!"

This was the excuse the host came up with for Wentworth after thinking hard for a long time. Although it was the first time they met, the host did not want to see his junior being questioned.

But unfortunately, Wentworth did not appreciate the host's kindness. Instead, he said directly: "I know, I just want to catch a few more golden snitches!"

Hearing Wentworth's words, everyone at the scene couldn't help but burst into laughter, but fortunately, Wentworth's age helped him. Everyone thought that it was just a child's playfulness. If it were an adult wizard, he would probably be scolded.

Seeing that the atmosphere was quite good, even more lively than before, the host couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and then said unhappily: "What a courageous little wizard! I guess you must be from Gryffindor!"

"No, I'm from Hufflepuff!"

This time, the host couldn't help but be curious and asked, "What do you plan to do with so many Golden Snitches?"

Wentworth also said without disguising: "I am lucky today. I can follow Principal Dumbledore to watch the Quidditch World Cup final. But my classmates and good friends cannot come because school has already started. I want to bring a few more Golden Snitches back as souvenirs for them."

“Pah, pah, pah!”

The first person to react was Dumbledore in the stands. He applauded his students without hesitation, followed by Fudge and others. Fudge even looked proud and kept saying to the people around him, "Look! These are the students trained by our British wizarding school!"

Then, applause gradually filled the entire stadium. Everyone was applauding Wentworth's simple speech just now, and perhaps also applauding the simple friendship they once had.

Even the members of the Canadian Quidditch team and the Scottish Quidditch team, who were resting in the lounge and preparing for the final, poked their heads out curiously and asked what had just happened.

Amidst the applause, a handsome young man with short blond hair and fair skin looked at Wentworth in the middle of the venue with envy, and muttered to himself: "I also hope to have a friend like this..."

At this moment, an urgent shout suddenly rang out.

"Draco! Come on, tidy up your clothes! Come on, show some spirit, what's that expression on your face?!"

The person who came was Lucius Malfoy, who had always followed Dumbledore and Fudge, and the blond boy was Lucius Malfoy's son, Draco Malfoy.

Seeing her husband's hurried and anxious expression, Lucius' wife, Narcissa Malfoy, hurried over, put her arm around her son's shoulders, looked at her husband and said slowly: "Lucius, what happened?"

Lucius's expression softened when he saw his wife. He looked around and said, "I need to discuss something with Fudge and Dumbledore in a while. I used the excuse that I was worried about you two being here, so I took you there. This is a good opportunity for Draco to show his face in front of Dumbledore in advance!"

"After all, Draco will go to Hogwarts next year. If Draco can leave a good impression on Dumbledore, then..."

But before Lucius could finish his words, he was interrupted by his wife.

"Okay, I know what you mean! Come, Draco, let me help you with your clothes!"

Having said that, Narcissa quickly squatted down and carefully tidied the clothes for her son Draco.

"hurry up!"

Lucius saw that Wentworth, led by the staff, was gradually walking towards the stands. At the edge of the field, the Quidditch players of the Canadian and Scottish teams were also ready to go on stage, so he couldn't help but urge them.

Then, Lucius walked towards Dumbledore with Draco, who looked dazed, and Narcissa, who was adjusting her clothes on the way.

(End of this chapter)