Chapter 130 "Cassandra's Quandary"

Green, who stood at the door, saw Wentworth and Cedric looking at him with puzzled expressions.

Realizing he had interrupted their conversation, he offered a sheepish smile and reassured Wentworth, "I didn't hear anything just now, My Lord!"

Wentworth could only stare at Green in disbelief while he shook his head.

The reason for Green's sudden appearance and unusual behavior was the incident in the Hogwarts auditorium earlier that morning when Wentworth had inadvertently sprayed him with pumpkin juice.

In an attempt to play a prank on Wentworth by surreptitiously touching him and casting a mischievous spell, Green had accidentally overheard the conversation between Wentworth and Cedric.

His excitement got the best of him, and his wand slipped from his grasp, creating the scene they had just witnessed.

Wentworth was about to address his concerns about joining the Alliance when Green interjected passionately, "No, Wentworth! Because we're friends, I hope you'll give me this chance! You know, I've admired the Alliance for a long time! It's just that I haven't had the opportunity. Today, you have to promise me, no matter what the request!"

Observing the situation, Cedric assured Green, "Senior Green, you don't need to worry. I won't let Wentworth harm you."

Wentworth joined in, nodding in agreement that he wouldn't take any adverse action against Green.

Green persisted, and reluctantly, Wentworth conceded to his request.

"Wentworth, what's your plan moving forward?" Cedric inquired, switching the topic.

Wentworth shrugged helplessly and replied, "What else can I do? I came to Hogwarts to study magic. I can't abandon my studies and return home to inherit the family business halfway through."

Green chimed in with admiration, "The Young Lord could easily rely on his family background, but he's working hard and displaying remarkable talent. My decision earlier was undoubtedly the right one!"

Cedric couldn't help but roll his eyes at Green's comment.

Embarrassed by the praise, Wentworth told Green, "Senior Green, you don't have to do this. Please, don't address me as 'Young Lord' or anything like that."

Green agreed, saying, "Of course, even though you are young, your talent and strength surpass your age. It wouldn't be appropriate to call you 'Young Lord.' How about 'Lord Grindelwald'?"

Wentworth buried his face in his hands, exasperated. After a moment of silence, he mumbled, "Just call me Wentworth; that will do."

Green, undeterred, cheerfully responded, "Alright, Lord Grindelwald!"

Wentworth once again shook his head while staring at Green awkwardly.

Perhaps to avoid further jests from Green, Wentworth shifted his attention to Cedric and firmly stated, "Our top priority now is to enhance our strengths. I must remain vigilant because I don't even know who wishes me harm."

"In short, our top priority now is improving our strength. You must know that the person who wants me dead doesn't even know who they are!"

Cedric nodded in agreement.

Green chimed in, his admiration evident, "Lord Grindelwald is incredibly foresighted..."

Wentworth and Cedric responded almost in unison, "Shut up!"

With the outside world still in turmoil due to the resurgence of the Alliance, Wentworth's life gradually settled into a routine. He practiced spells at the Room of Requirement every night and attended spell lessons with Lupin at the Screaming Shack on weekends. Life became quite fulfilling.

Wentworth had considered sending a letter to Abernathy and the others but found himself at a loss for words.

In the end, he penned a letter expressing concern, inquiring about any casualties among the witches during the battle with the British Ministry of Magic.

Wentworth's life settled into a period of relative calm.

However, while Wentworth found peace, Cassandra's emotions were anything but calm.

She had been deeply disturbed by her failed attempt to seduce Wentworth and concluded that her approach had been too obvious.

That evening, after dinner in the Hogwarts hall, Cassandra returned to her dormitory.

She lightly applied makeup and made her way to the Hufflepuff common room, intending to create a serendipitous encounter.

Though her presence outside the Hufflepuff common room piqued the curiosity of many Hufflepuffs, Cassandra managed to evade their questions.

Whenever asked about her presence, she replied that she didn't care for the evening's meal and was planning to visit the kitchen for a snack, deflecting any further inquiries.

Cassandra waited outside the Hufflepuff common room all night, but Wentworth neither emerged nor returned.

"Could it be that he never leaves his dorm once he's back? That can't be true, can it? The leader of the Alliance is a recluse?" Cassandra murmured incredulously.

Frustrated by her fruitless vigil, Cassandra reluctantly returned to her dormitory before curfew.

Before departing, to avoid suspicion, she actually went to the Hogwarts kitchen and grabbed some desserts from the House-elves.

Unbeknownst to Cassandra, after her departure, Wentworth, risking Filch's detection, sneaked back to Hufflepuff's bedroom after an extended spell practice session in the Room of Requirement.

Cassandra repeated her nocturnal routine the next day, but the outcome remained unchanged—no sign of Wentworth.

This left Cassandra utterly baffled.

For several nights in a row, Cassandra continued to hover near the Hufflepuff common room, sneaking into the Hogwarts kitchen for a snack before leaving.

During this time, Wentworth remained oblivious to Cassandra's presence, preoccupied with honing his magical skills at the Room of Requirement and attending lessons with Lupin at the Shrieking Shack.

Cassandra's persistence started taking a toll on her, leading to some weight gain.

Frustration built up within her.

Meanwhile, Christine, who had been in Hogsmeade Village, kept pressuring Cassandra to act.

Left with no other options, Cassandra replied to Christine, claiming that her attempts to seduce Wentworth within Hogwarts had proven difficult and that she planned to make her move during the weekend.

Christine promptly agreed to Cassandra's plan.

"Sorry, Wentworth," Cassandra muttered guiltily as she destroyed Christine's reply.