Hogwarts: Third Dark Lord

Wentworth twirled the wand in his hand, reluctant to set it down, and occasionally gave it a playful wave—like a child with a beloved new toy. Even as he reached his residence, he couldn't help but admire it.

But as he pushed open the door, Wentworth was startled to find that the elderly companions of Rozier were already waiting for him inside.

Before he could react, Rozier shut the door behind him and gestured for him to take a seat.

"Wentworth, since you've decided to attend Hogwarts, we won't stand in your way. However," Rosier began, once everyone was seated, "we discussed this last night and agreed that you should undergo some training before you leave."

Wentworth blinked, taken aback. Even here in Britain—no, another world's Britain—he couldn't escape the clutches of remedial lessons.

But his mood quickly shifted to excitement. After all, these lessons were about magic!

While Wentworth daydreamed about learning a duplication spell to make completing homework easier, one of the elders beside Rosier suddenly spoke.

"For Wentworth's safety at Hogwarts, which is our utmost concern, I suggest we teach him the Killing Curse first!"

Wentworth's eyes widened in disbelief. The Killing Curse? For self-defense? When did an Unforgivable Curse become a casual safety measure?

"Are you joking?" someone objected before Wentworth could muster a reply. He quietly sighed in relief—at least someone here had a semblance of reason.

"As the future leader of the Pureblood Party, Wentworth should not dirty his hands himself. That would be a disgrace to us! I propose he learn the Imperius Curse instead. Let his puppets do the work for him!"

Wentworth was at a loss. Although he hadn't fully grasped what this "Pureblood Party" was, he had no doubt that these people were even more audacious than the Death Eaters.

Honestly, Wentworth began to wonder if these folks knew any normal magic besides Unforgivable Curses and dark spells.

Thankfully, Rosier silenced the debate with a firm voice. Turning to Wentworth, she asked, "Wentworth, what do you want to learn most? Keep in mind, the start of the school year is approaching, and we may not have time to teach you much. So, what is your priority?"

Without hesitation, Wentworth replied, as if he'd been prepared all along, "Grandma Rosier, I'd like to learn Occlumency!"

This had been his plan from the beginning. After all, he was heading to Hogwarts, where the Headmaster, Dumbledore, was a master of Legilimency.

In a world where privacy laws didn't exist, the last thing Wentworth wanted was for someone to discover his secret: he was a traveler from another world.

His request sparked murmurs among the group, who seemed puzzled about why he'd prioritize a spell with seemingly little combat utility.

Clap, clap, clap!

Rosier interrupted the whispers with a round of applause. Beaming with pride, she said, "Wentworth, I am truly relieved. I was worried that you'd only inherited the Grindelwald family's potential and ambition. But this request proves otherwise. It shows you regard us as family—just like our Master did. Thank you."

Wentworth blinked in confusion. What? There's no need to thank me, Grandma Rosier. This is just practical!

Rosier turned to the others with a stern expression. "Don't you understand? Have you grown so complacent that you've forgotten who we are and what enemies we face?"

"When Wentworth arrives at Hogwarts, do you think Dumbledore will hesitate to use Legilimency to pry into his mind and learn our whereabouts? Wentworth is sacrificing an opportunity to enhance his power to ensure our safety."

Realization dawned on the group. They turned to Wentworth with newfound gratitude in their eyes.

Wentworth sat stiffly, forcing an awkward smile. Why do they always take things so far? I just want to survive Hogwarts peacefully!

Another elder, sitting nearby, spoke up, "Wentworth, forgive me. Earlier, I accidentally picked up a trace of your thoughts. It wasn't intentional, and I stopped immediately when I realized it. Please accept my apologies."

Rosier gestured to the man, saying, "This is Abernathy, formerly of the Magical Congress of the United States."

Abernathy nodded at Wentworth with a friendly smile.

Wentworth sighed and replied, "Yes, I do have a plan, but it's not—"

Before he could elaborate, the group cut him off, united in their objection.

"No, Wentworth! You don't need to explain anything. As the future leader of the Pureblood Party, your word is absolute. Even we follow your orders without question."

Rosier added, "If you have a plan that must be kept from Dumbledore, so be it. Your ambition resonates with your wand, and we are ready to follow your lead."

At this, Wentworth gave up. Forget it. Let them believe what they want. I just want to stay under the radar at Hogwarts, not plot world domination!

Rosier's tone turned serious. "Let's not waste time. Occlumency isn't a simple spell—it's an art. Mastery requires talent and relentless practice. Abernathy, I entrust this to you."

Abernathy rose, wand in hand, and approached Wentworth. Seeing the apprehension in his eyes, he smiled reassuringly and pointed the wand at him.

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