Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord

The next morning, when Wentworth saw Cedric waiting outside his bedroom, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Cedric lent the pendant Wentworth lent him, returned it to Wentworth quite solemnly, and whispered in Wentworth's ear:

"thanks!"

Wentworth heard what Cedric said and said with a smile:

"Have you seen them?"

Cedric nodded solemnly.

"Actually, they are all good people!"

Wentworth emphasized that.

Although I don't know what happened, if I want to rescue Cedric in the battlefield, it must be impossible for the old guys in the family not to use black magic, so Wentworth said this.

When Cedric heard Wentworth's words, the smile on his face froze slightly, and at this moment, Green came over from not far away.

"Wow, Cedric, you're back! Just come back, I was scared to death by what Wentworth said to me yesterday! By the way, is your father all right?"

Green gave Cedric a big hug and asked.

As the three of them spoke, they headed to the Great Hall of Hogwarts to prepare for breakfast.

After the three sat down, Green couldn't wait to speak:

"Cedric, tell me now, what was the situation at the scene yesterday?"

Not only the three people here, but today's Hogwarts Great Hall, if you look closely, you will find many students whispering! Obviously some students already know what happened in London yesterday.

And Wentworth also came over with a look of anticipation. The scene yesterday was exciting to imagine.

Just as Cedric was about to come up with the answer he had carefully prepared yesterday, countless owls screamed and flew into the Hogwarts Great Hall.

"I think the answer you want to know has come!"

Cedric pointed to the flying owl and said with a wry smile.

Sure enough, with the arrival of the owl, in addition to a large number of letters from the parents of Hogwarts students, there was also the latest issue of the newspaper.

Among them, the headline on the front page of the Daily Prophet reads - Dead War!

The article is long, but the summary is very simple:

The shamanistic party that once ravaged Europe and the United States has made a comeback, but it has suffered stubborn resistance from the British Ministry of Magic in the UK! The British Ministry of Magic, under the leadership of Minister Fudge, will fight to the death against the Umrah Party with its own power!

In the end, the furious Umbra Party had to kidnap a Hogwarts student in an attempt to force the British Ministry of Magic to submit, but Minister Fudge gave full play to his political skills, argued hard, and finally used a few useless hackers. Wizard, in exchange for that little wizard!

What followed was a series of touts about the British Ministry of Magic and Fudge, as well as photos of Fudge during an interview.

In the auditorium of Hogwarts, everyone else was discussing the contents of the newspaper, while Wentworth and Green looked at Cedric, who had a shy face in front of them, with dull eyes.

"The Hogwarts student mentioned in the newspaper is not you, is it?"

Green pointed to the newspaper in his hand, then pointed to Cedric, and said something in disbelief.

And Cedric nodded with a blushing face.

"hiss……"

Green and Wentworth gasped at the same time.

Before the two could react, they heard a few more screams from all around:

"Come and see the latest issue of The Quibbler!"

Soon, under Green's power and personal gain as Hufflepuff prefect, a copy of the latest issue of "The Quibbler" was placed in front of the three of them.

Unlike the Daily Prophet, the front page headline of The Quibbler is just a photo!

But it can be seen from the photos that under the veil of darkness, on the streets of London, wizards who obviously belong to two camps are confronting each other!

Although nothing was published on this page of the newspaper except for a photo, a sense of tense oppression came over the face, and there was a feeling of rain and wind filling the building.

On the second page, the reporter detailed the cause, process, and result of the war. At the end of the article, the reporter said:

I think we have to admit a fact! The legend has come to reality!

And, at the end of the article, the author cleverly added another photo. It is the streets of London that have not come and been repaired after the war. The ruins everywhere remind readers that this war is far from the same. It's as simple as the Daily Prophet portrays.

Seeing the photo at the end of the article, and looking at Cedric sitting next to him, Wentworth patted his chest and exaggeratedly said:

"Merlin is above, I didn't expect to be able to have breakfast with you in the Hogwarts auditorium this morning! Thank you Merlin!"

Wentworth said as he raised the cup in his hand and saluted the air, intending to drink up the pumpkin juice in the cup.

At this time, Greene also said with emotion:

"Yeah! You really should thank Merlin for being able to come back alive from the believers of the first-generation Dark Lord Grindelwald!"

"puff!"

However, as soon as Green's voice fell, Wentworth, who was beside him, spat out the pumpkin juice in his mouth and sprayed Green's face.

Green sat blankly on the Hufflepuff seat, surrounded by Hufflepuff's exclamations.

"Oh! God! Are you two?"

Cedric also jumped up for the first time, but when Cedric turned his eyes to Wentworth and Green, he found that the expressions of the two were surprisingly consistent, and they were all dumbfounded.

"Clean up!"

Fortunately, this is Hogwarts. With the help of his classmates, Green finally didn't have to go out with the yellow sticky substance on his face.

"I'm going back to take a shower!"

But even so, Green turned around and ran out of the Hogwarts auditorium after leaving a sentence.

And after helping to clean up Green~www.NovelMTL.com~ Cedric turned his attention to Wentworth again, only to see Wentworth at this moment, still sluggish.

At this time, Green's words just kept flashing in Wentworth's mind.

The first-generation Dark Lord Grindelwald?

The first generation of Dark Lord Grindelwald!

The surname Grindelwald seems familiar? Isn't that my own last name?

So, who am I?

Faced with this ultimate philosophical question, Wentworth suddenly felt that his brain was not enough.

Could it be that he is the legendary black second generation?

"Wentworth?"

At this moment, Cedric's call rang softly in Wentworth's ear, Wentworth glanced at Cedric, and then showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and said to Cedric. arrive:

"I think, I have to go to the library first!"