Chapter 330 "Wentworth Dumbledore"

Grindelwald's cold snort echoed through the room as Dumbledore outlined their immediate plans. "I have informed the Uagadou Magic School, and we will go there today," Dumbledore stated firmly. "After the investigation is over, I will escort you and the contestants of the Uagadou Magic School to the Mahoutokoro in Japan to participate in this Wizarding School Potions Championship."

"Shouldn't I be informed of this kind of thing sooner, Professor?" Wentworth listened reluctantly, but he knew he had to comply. After preparing everything, he made his way to Grindelwald's room. Grindelwald sat alone on his wooden bed, as usual.

Approaching him, Wentworth spoke softly, "Grandfather, I will leave with Professor Dumbledore first, but I will visit you often in the future."

Grindelwald remained facing away, his voice stern. "In the future, without my permission, you will not be allowed to come to Nurmengard."

Wentworth was taken aback by the command, about to respond, but Grindelwald continued before he could. "Wentworth, don't forget the answer you found yourself over the past few months!"

Wentworth nodded solemnly, absorbing the weight of Grindelwald's words, before silently exiting the room.

As Wentworth descended to the bottom of Nurmengard Castle, Dumbledore awaited him there. Observing Wentworth's approach, Dumbledore couldn't help but remark, "The goodbye is over so soon? I refuse to believe Gellert is a man of few words."

But before they could depart, Wentworth hesitated, his gaze lingering on the castle he'd called home for months. Quietly, he mused to himself, "What would it cost to get him out of Nurmengard?"

Dumbledore, catching the undertone, glanced back. After a pause, he offered a cryptic response, "No one can really hold Gellert, except himself."

Accepting Dumbledore's words, Wentworth turned with a smile. "Let's go, Principal," he said.

Dumbledore placed a reassuring hand on Wentworth's shoulder, and in an instant, they vanished.

Once they were gone, Grindelwald emerged at the entrance of Nurmengard Castle. He watched the spot where they had disappeared, then gazed up at the inscription above him: "For the greater good."

In the end, Grindelwald retreated back into Nurmengard, opting not to take that step. The winds of the Austrian forest may not move the stones of Nurmengard, but they stir the heart.

"I look forward to your future, my dear child; make me proud..." Grindelwald whispered softly to the wind.

When Wentworth regained his senses, he found himself and Dumbledore on a vast African grassland. But before he could appreciate the exotic scenery, he doubled over and retched.

After a moment, Wentworth straightened up, his face pale. He turned to Dumbledore and quipped, "Professor, I expected you to apparate us, but this feels more like... when did you produce a portkey?"

Dumbledore simply raised his hand, revealing an old pocket watch. Wentworth eyed it skeptically, noting its apparent age. Dumbledore remarked, "Your observational skills need honing, Wentworth."

Before Wentworth could respond, his attention was drawn behind Dumbledore. He took a couple of steps forward, breathless. "It's... unlike anything at Hogwarts!"

Before them, a towering mountain peak jutted abruptly from the grassland, its summit hidden in the clouds.

Nestled on its slopes, shrouded in mist and surrounded by swirling clouds, stood a magnificent structure, captivating Wentworth's gaze.

"Professor, do you see how vast and beautiful this land is?" Wentworth asked as his eyes were focused on the beauty before him.

"Yes, Wentworth. I noticed it. This is not the first time I've been here," Dumbledore replied from behind.

As Dumbledore joined Wentworth, he provided a brief introduction: "This is Mount Moon, and nestled on its slopes is Africa's renowned magical institution, Uagadou School of Magic."

He continued, "While Africa boasts many smaller magical schools, Uagadou stands as the continent's sole institution to withstand the test of time, earning it a stellar international reputation."

"Wizards educated at Uagadou excel not only in potions but also in astronomy, alchemy, and transfiguration."

With a meaningful glance at Wentworth, Dumbledore added, "If Hogwarts serves as England's premier magical institution, then Uagadou is Africa's paramount academy, cultivating the continent's most formidable wizards. Your competition in the Magic School Potions Championship won't be a walk in the park."

In response, Wentworth smirked. "Really? Well, I'll have you know, my Professor is the greatest white wizard of all time, and my grandfather is the dark lord of the world. So, am I proud?"

"Hahaha! Not bad, not bad. Having the guidance of the greatest white wizard and the blood of the first Dark Lord in the wizarding world is truly no one else but you could brag about. Hopefully, you could put weight on those words, Wentworth!" Dumbledore finished his laugh with a warning.

Dumbledore then placed a comforting hand on Wentworth's shoulder and spoke with solemnity. "Remember, Wentworth, from now on, your name will not be Wentworth Grindelwald, but Wentworth Dumbledore! I will declare to the public that you are my brother's grandson, which is equivalent to being my grandson. Do you understand?"

Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, Wentworth nodded in understanding, albeit with a hint of reluctance. "Understood, Professor."

He continued, "The Confundus Charm I cast on you before prevented people from subconsciously questioning your surname. However, as we will be meeting many of the world's most esteemed wizards today, such a charm won't go unnoticed by them. Therefore, you must learn to adapt to your new name."

Wentworth, feeling a bit uneasy, questioned Dumbledore's decision. "Professor, is this really necessary? I mean do I really need to be your grandson from this moment on?"

Dumbledore's gaze grew intense as he replied, "Not yet, Wentworth. Ask these questions later. You'll see why I suggested this in the first place. It's both for your safety and for the progress of our purpose here."

Resigned, Wentworth nodded in acknowledgment. Then, changing the subject, he asked, "Professor, which esteemed wizards will we encounter on our journey?"

Dumbledore gestured ahead, indicating a figure approaching them. "Well, it seems we're about to meet one now."

As the African wizard drew nearer, he greeted them warmly. "Albus, welcome to Moon Mountain and Uagadou!"