Although what Wentworth said was completely different from what his father told him, Draco originally wanted to refute it out loud, but he didn't know how to refute it because his reason told him that what Wentworth said was not wrong.

Although he had never actually seen it, he had heard of the name of the Killing Curse. It would not give him face just because he was a pure-blood.

"So, what is the noble one?"

Draco, who had been thinking for a long time but still couldn't figure it out, couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it's strength. Anyone, no matter what his background is, as long as he possesses the most powerful strength in the magic world, then he is the most noble person in the magic world!"

Wentworth said as a matter of course.

After hearing what Wentworth said, Draco's eyes lit up and he said thoughtfully:

"I seem to understand what you mean, just like the man who must not be named back then, right?"

"I'm talking about Dumbledore! Albus Dumbledore!"

Wentworth rolled his eyes and said unhappily.

"What are you talking about me, kids?"

At this moment, Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded behind them, startling them. Wentworth and Draco turned around, only to see that Dumbledore, Fudge and Lucius had already returned.

"Wentworth told me that purebloods are not noble!"

As soon as Draco opened his mouth, Lucius frowned. He was about to say something, but heard Draco continue:

"Although he is also a pureblood."

Hearing this, Lucius and the others all showed curious eyes. After looking at Wentworth, Lucius couldn't help but ask: "So, what is worthy of nobility?"

Draco then answered his father's question.

"Strength, Wentworth said, just like Headmaster Dumbledore, he has the strongest strength in the wizarding world, so he is the noblest person in the wizarding world!"

As soon as Draco's words came out, everyone's face changed slightly. Fudge's face seemed to be a little ugly, but he still forced a smile. Lucius seemed to remember something, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

Dumbledore looked at Wentworth and thought to himself: As expected.

From then on, until the end of the game, the atmosphere on the scene seemed a little weird.

After the game, when everyone was about to leave, Draco suddenly asked, "Wentworth, are we friends?"

Wentworth's face froze immediately. He turned around and looked around. He found that Dumbledore, Lucius and others were all looking at him. Wentworth could only nod awkwardly and said, "Of course, we are friends now!"

A smile appeared on Draco's face. Wentworth looked at the smile on Draco's face and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Draco is still a child after all. He just chatted with him and watched the game, but he treated him as a friend. If it weren't for his stupid father, perhaps Draco would not be such a pure and innocent little handsome boy.

But then, Wentworth heard Draco say excitedly:

"Since we are friends now, can you give me one of the Golden Snitches you got tonight? You said you would give those Golden Snitches to your friends!"

Wentworth's expression suddenly became tense, and he thought to himself, you are indeed Malfoy! He wanted to refuse, but seeing the "kind" eyes of the people around him looking at him, Wentworth had to reluctantly take out a golden snitch from his pocket and handed it to Draco.

Seeing Draco happily taking the Golden Snitch from his hand, Wentworth couldn't help but say in a tone full of "expectation":

"Draco, I really hope you can come to Hogwarts earlier. Then, I will definitely treat you well!"

Afterwards, Wentworth and Dumbledore left the scene in a happy atmosphere.

Lucius and the others breathed a sigh of relief as they watched Dumbledore and Wentworth leave. Narcissa saw her son Draco playing with the Golden Snitch in his hand with joy, and she couldn't help but stroked Draco's hair lovingly and asked:

"Draco, your new friend is also from a pure-blood family? Which family is he from? How come I have never seen him before?"

Draco looked at his mother with an ignorant expression and said, "Do you think that only Britain has pure-blood families? Although he lives in Britain now, he is Austrian!"

Narcissa showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and Lucius seemed to be thinking about something when he heard the name of Austria. He turned his head and looked at Draco again. Lucius couldn't help but frowned and said: "Draco! What's with that expression?!"

Draco was frightened by Lucius and quickly put away the mocking expression on his face. Lucius asked unhappily:

"What's his name?"

"Wentworth? Didn't I tell you that?"

"I asked for his last name!"

Lucius said with great regret.

"His last name...I seem to have forgotten to ask!"

Draco seemed to remember at this moment that he only knew his name was Wentworth but forgot to ask his last name, and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

"What's wrong Lucius?"

Narcissa asked when she saw that her husband seemed confused.

Lucius frowned and said:

"Nothing, it's just that I always feel like something is wrong. I seem to have forgotten something. Never mind, let's just go home first!"

Narcissa patted Lucius' shoulder in comfort, and the three of them left.

Wentworth, led by Dumbledore, Apparated to the outside of Hogwarts Castle.

"Apparation is prohibited within Hogwarts, so this is the only way we can get here."

Dumbledore began to explain and Wentworth nodded to show that he knew.

"Would you like to try your broomstick again? Ride it in?"

Dumbledore looked at the Firebolt that Wentworth was holding tightly in his hand and couldn't help but say with a smile on his face.

"Principal Dumbledore, in Hogwarts, except for the Quidditch field, it seems that students are prohibited from using flying brooms at will, right?"

Wentworth couldn't help but widen his eyes and asked curiously.

Dumbledore said with a playful look:

"Yes, that's the theory, but I think the professors are all asleep by now, aren't they?"

Wentworth couldn't help but roll his eyes and rejected Dumbledore's kindness.

"Forget it, Principal Dumbledore. I don't plan to use this broom myself."

Hearing Wentworth's words, Dumbledore asked curiously:

"You're not going to use it yourself? What are you going to do with this broomstick?"

"Don't you think this is a great Christmas present?"

Wentworth said with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)