As Dumbledore spoke, he gave Wentworth a hug, and then he set his eyes on the latest concept version of the Firebolt in Wentworth's hand.

"I think I should write you a letter of recommendation, recommending you to join the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, so as not to bury such a good flying broom and your talent as a seeker, Wentworth."

Seeing this, Wentworth expressed his gratitude while stroking the Firebolt in his hand.

"Thank you for your letter of recommendation, Headmaster Dumbledore. However, I hope to join the Hufflepuff Quidditch team based on my own abilities, rather than relying on a flying broom."

Hearing Wentworth's words, Dumbledore seemed a little surprised and said:

"No, Wentworth, you don't have to be so harsh on yourself. Sometimes, we have to learn to rely on more powerful things!"

"I once had a friend who was already a very good wizard, but he still went through a lot of trouble to find a wand that could improve his strength."

As Dumbledore spoke, he stared closely into Wentworth's eyes, but Wentworth didn't seem to notice. He just replied very calmly, "Principal Dumbledore, your friend must have become an excellent wizard first, and then pursued the wand. It's not because he found the wand that he became an excellent wizard!"

Hearing Wentworth's answer, Dumbledore was stunned at first, and then suddenly laughed. Looking at Dumbledore standing in front of him and laughing, Wentworth was a little confused, but at this time, the three people walking behind Dumbledore immediately aroused Wentworth's interest.

"Hello, Headmaster Dumbledore. This is my son, Draco Malfoy. He will also attend Hogwarts next year."

Lucius brought Draco and Narcissa to Dumbledore and spoke respectfully.

"Oh, what a handsome boy! He will definitely become an excellent wizard, Lucius!"

Dumbledore said politely.

Just as Lucius was about to exchange a few more words with Dumbledore, a cannon suddenly rang out, followed by a warm cheer from the audience. The final of this Quidditch World Cup officially began.

At this moment, Fudge also came up and said, "Dumbledore, about Thomas Reveau..."

But just as Fudge opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Dumbledore. Dumbledore made a gesture to silence, and Fudge immediately shut his mouth.

Afterwards, Dumbledore, Fudge and Lucius walked away together. After a while, Narcissa also left temporarily amid the shouts of several noble ladies, leaving only Wentworth and Draco there.

Wentworth certainly knew who the little boy standing next to him was, but he had no desire to communicate with him.

It’s not that Wentworth hates Draco Malfoy so much. In fact, even if we put aside Draco’s final whitewashing, many of Draco’s seemingly wrong words and deeds were actually influenced by his stupid father.

The main reason why Wentworth didn't want to communicate with him was because he didn't want to cause more trouble!

In fact, in the original book, when Draco first met Harry Potter, it was Draco who took the initiative to raise his hand towards Harry Potter, intending to shake hands with Harry Potter, but unfortunately, Ron and Hermione were already by Harry Potter's side at that time.

They are all children of eleven or twelve years old, and the preconceived first impression often determines their future relationship.

But, what if Harry Potter first met Draco? It would be very interesting to think about it! However, Wentworth did not take the initiative to communicate with Draco, but he could not stop Draco from taking the initiative to communicate with him.

"Hey, are you a pureblood? What's your name?"

Draco walked over, stared at Wentworth and spoke.

This made the little boy's cheeks red all of a sudden. Then, Draco seemed a little annoyed and repeated his question, but Wentworth responded calmly:

"Before asking for someone else's name, tell your own name first. This is the most basic courtesy. A person who doesn't know how to be polite will only bring shame to his family, even if he is of pure blood!"

After Wentworth finished speaking, he ignored Draco. Knowing Draco, he was afraid that the little boy would immediately say a few harsh words and then turn around and leave. It would be more interesting to watch the game!

However, after a moment, Wentworth heard Draco's voice again beside him.

"Hello, my name is Draco, what is your name?"

This was beyond Wentworth's expectation, but since Draco said so, Wentworth turned around and responded:

"My name is Wentworth. I think I'm a pure-blood."

At this point, Wentworth couldn't help but think of Rosier and others at home, and said silently in his heart: Although it is pure blood, it may also be pure black...

But at this moment, Draco suddenly pointed at Wentworth and said:

"You're lying! I've met almost all of the pure-blooded people of your age, but I've never seen you before! Which family are you from?!"

Wentworth said unhappily:

"You don't think that Britain is the only country with pure-blood families?!"

Wentworth was not making this up. Before Hogwarts opened, Rosier told Wentworth that his biological grandfather was actually Austrian, but later immigrated to England.

But Wentworth's answer was obviously beyond Draco's expectations. For a moment, Draco's face froze and he suddenly didn't know how to react.

But Wentworth gently pushed away Draco's finger that was pointed at him and said, "Are you a vampire? Do you have an obsession with pure blood?"

Draco said confidently: "Because my father said that only pure-blood wizards..."

Draco was about to explain, but was interrupted by Wentworth, who waved his hand and said unhappily, "Stop it! You don't have to say anything, I know what your father is going to say! Pure-bloods are noble, pure-bloods are excellent, blah blah blah."

Seeing Wentworth's expression, Draco said with some confusion:

"Isn't that right? Aren't you also a pureblood?"

"That's right. It's precisely because I'm a pureblood that I'm absolutely sure of one thing: there's nothing noble about purebloods. If they're cursed, they'll get hurt, or even die!"

At this point, Wentworth couldn't help but think back to the night he had just traveled through.

(End of this chapter)