章節 129: Chapter 129 "Master Call Servant Head"

When Wentworth emerged from the library, his fingers still trembled slightly.

As he surveyed the familiar campus surroundings, it increasingly felt like a prison to him, a prison into which he'd been thrust against his will.

These thoughts weighed heavily on him, making him want to give himself a good slap for ending up here.

However, he realized there was little he could do now.

Writing to Rosier and Abernathy to summon the Alliance wouldn't be of much use unless Dumbledore harbored ill intentions toward him, which Wentworth couldn't be sure of.

Hogwarts, Dumbledore's stronghold, was an impenetrable fortress.

Even if Rosier and the others attempted to break in, what they'd likely find of him would be a lifeless body.

Panicking wouldn't help; he needed to stay composed.

He reminded himself that Dumbledore must be aware of his true identity, as his admission letter indicated.

Yet, during his time at Hogwarts, no one had asked his surname, and he'd never felt compelled to reveal it.

This abnormality was likely Dumbledore's doing, a cover-up.

Moreover, if Dumbledore had nefarious intentions, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to hide his identity.

Wentworth felt a wave of relief, but he knew it wasn't enough.

One doesn't always get punished for lagging behind; sometimes, it's because they don't want to punish you today. If, before this morning, Wentworth had scoffed at the Alliance's grandiose actions, now he wished they were even more prominent.

The stronger the Alliance, the safer he'd be, as Dumbledore wouldn't be able to focus on him while dealing with both them and the Death Eaters.

Additionally, Wentworth knew that Voldemort would return next year.

He'd been contemplating whether to target Voldemort's Horcruxes, such as the diary or a golden cup and destroy them in advance.

Now, his priorities had shifted.

Voldemort's return would further reduce Dumbledore's focus on him, making his life safer.

Content with his plan, Wentworth smiled to himself, rating himself highly for it.

Lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice a familiar figure as he walked past.

The person seemed to want to greet him but was left bewildered when Wentworth didn't respond.

Meanwhile, Cassandra had dressed up early in the morning to catch Wentworth's attention.

When she spotted him approaching, she adjusted her attire, unbuttoning her Slytherin school uniform and letting it drape off her shoulder.

As Wentworth neared, Cassandra smiled and prepared to greet him.

However, Wentworth surprised her by grinning mysteriously and walking past without acknowledging her.

Cassandra watched him go, her initial intention now replaced by bewilderment and frustration.

Did he see through her plan?

However, Wentworth remained oblivious to Cassandra's presence, his mind preoccupied with self-preservation.

Upon returning to his dormitory, Wentworth found Cedric waiting for him.

He knew that Cedric must be aware of his true identity, as Cedric had taken his pendant to the battlefield. Wentworth approached confidently and sprawled on his bed, saying, "I suppose you've learned my true identity?"

Cedric nodded with a wry smile. "I never expected my close friend to be a significant figure."

Wentworth asked hesitantly, "Will we still be friends?"

Cedric shook his head slowly, and Wentworth sighed, expecting this outcome.

However, Cedric continued, "I've joined the Alliance. According to our customs, we should consider ourselves family."

Wentworth was astounded. "Is that true?"

Cedric maintained a serious expression. "Though I've joined the Alliance, it may not bode well for you. I won't stand by if my good friend is threatened."

Wentworth didn't share Cedric's pessimism. With a sly smile, he said, "We can discuss that later. Right now, summon the master."

Cedric hesitated before saying, "Sugar nut!"

Suddenly, a loud crash came from behind them. They turned to see Green, eyes wide, his wand clattering to the floor.