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Although Ilona fell silent, she still did not make way for Dumbledore and Wentworth. After a while, Ilona spoke again: "Principal Dumbledore, as Wentworth's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, I still insist that this kind of thing has exceeded Wentworth's bottom line and will not serve any purpose in training him!"

"If you insist on taking him, I hope you can take me with you. I will protect Wentworth closely and keep him from harm."

After hearing what Ilona said, Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly and said gently:

"Professor Ilona, ​​I disagree with you. Some battles, even if just watching, are very valuable assets for a young wizard, and a lot can be learned from them. Unless the wizard plans to enter the Ministry of Magic and do clerical work in the future."

"Also, Professor Ilona, ​​as the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it is my responsibility to protect every student. I can assure you that I will protect Wentworth's safety. Do you still need me to make an unbreakable oath?"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Ilona seemed to be a little moved, but Professor Sprout said, "Okay, Principal Dumbledore, we absolutely believe in you. Professor Ilona is just concerned about Wentworth. In fact, Wentworth is really likable. As for making an unbreakable oath, I think it's not necessary, right?"

Professor Sprout was trying to smooth things over. After all, in the wizarding world, forcing someone to sign an unbreakable oath was an act of distrust.

Professor Sprout didn't think that Dumbledore, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, would not do his best to protect his students. If Dumbledore was not trustworthy, who else could be trusted? After listening to Professor Sprout's words, Professor Ilona sighed and shook her head and said, "Principal Dumbledore, there is no need for an unbreakable oath. In the entire magical world, there is probably only one wizard who has enough magic power to restrain your behavior, swear an oath with you, or be a witness to your oath."

After hearing Ilona's words, Dumbledore nodded expressionlessly and said slowly:

"Yes, you are right, but I think he will agree with my opinion more."

Hearing Dumbledore's answer, Ilona's face flushed, then she made way and walked out without looking back.

"I'm going to play cards with the students. I hope you can come back safely as soon as possible."

Looking at Ilona walking away quickly, Snape frowned and looked at Dumbledore. Dumbledore shook his head slightly and then turned his gaze back to Wentworth.

"How about it Wentworth, are you ready?"

Seeing that Ilona, ​​the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, was unable to dissuade Dumbledore from taking him to "broaden his horizons", Wentworth knew that he would have to go tonight.

Wentworth first took out his wand and held it tightly in his hand. Then he put his left wand together and placed it on his chest. He touched the pendant through his clothes. After taking a deep breath, Wentworth nodded to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled as he watched Wentworth do all this, then pulled his arm and was about to touch the pumpkin lantern.

"Wait a moment!"

Suddenly, Wentworth shouted, startling everyone. Dumbledore quickly turned around and looked at Wentworth:

"What happened Wentworth?"

Wentworth thought for a moment, then turned to look at Snape, who was standing beside him. "Professor Snape, my student is going to die. Don't you have anything to give to him that can increase his chances of survival?"

Snape heard Wentworth's request and said with a frown:

"You look so timid and mercenary. I really doubt whether you are really a Hufflepuff."

Wentworth took it without hesitation and found that this small bottle of potion exuded an intoxicating beauty.

"This is... the Fuling Potion?!"

Wentworth looked at it carefully and said with some disbelief.

"I hope you don't do anything stupid. Otherwise, I can't imagine who can hurt you after you take the Felixir Potion in front of Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Snape said, and without waiting for Wentworth to speak, he turned and left the room.

"Thank you Professor Snape!"

Wentworth shouted at Snape's back, and Snape paused for a moment before continuing to walk away as if nothing had happened.

"Now, can we go?"

This time, Dumbledore seemed to be getting impatient and couldn't help but urge them.

Wentworth held the wand in his right hand and tightly grasped the bottle of Felixir potion in his left hand, and nodded heavily.

Then, Dumbledore grabbed Wentworth's shoulders and reached out to grab the pumpkin lantern again! Just as Dumbledore's palm touched the pumpkin lantern on Wentworth's bed, Wentworth felt a hook behind his belly button hooking forward with irresistible momentum, and then his feet left the ground and flew up.

After an unknown amount of time, Wentworth finally felt his feet touching the ground. At the same time, voices were heard all around him.

Before Wentworth's dizziness subsided, he heard a loud voice saying, "The boy is finally here! I've been waiting for so long! Oh? There's also an old man...head...head...head..."

Then, another sinister voice said impatiently: "I heard it. Just shout once. Why shout so many times? Do you think I'm deaf?"

The original voice quickly explained: "No, it's the old man. There's an old man here!"

"What's wrong with the old man? Ask him about his origins and see if it helps. If not, kill him!"

"But that old man is Dumbledore! Albus Dumbledore!"

The scene suddenly fell into silence.

It was not until this time that Wentworth gradually came out of the dizziness. Holding his wand tightly, he looked around and saw that he and Dumbledore were in an open space in a dense forest. There were seven or eight wizards surrounding him and Dumbledore.

Right in front of him, a bald man was looking at him with horror... Next to him was Dumbledore, and next to the bald man, there was a short wizard, hidden in a cloak, and his face could not be seen clearly.

When Wentworth was observing the other party, the other party was also observing Wentworth. Neither side spoke. There was silence for a while. Only the occasional crows' calls could be heard from the depths of the jungle.

(End of this chapter)