Faced with the mocking voice from the back of his head, Quirrell naturally didn't dare to object, and just kept apologizing and asking for forgiveness.

And the voice at the back of his head said weakly:

"That second-year student is definitely not an ordinary little wizard. I ask you, what's his name?"

Although there was no one in front of him, Quirrell bowed and replied respectfully:

"Report to the master, his name is Wentworth!"

The voice in the back of his head sneered, and then continued:

"And that? That's gone? What's his full name?"

Hearing the question from the back of his head, Quirrell was stunned for a moment, and then murmured:

"His name is Wentworth... Wentworth..."

This time, Quirrell wasn't pretending, he was really stammering, because he found that he didn't seem to know Wentworth's full name, only that his name was Wentworth, but he didn't know what his last name was. what.

For a split second, Quirrell only felt a chill come over him, shaking with an unknown fear.

After a long time, Quirrell's face was full of horror and bitterness, and he replied:

"I don't know the master, I don't know what his full name is, but, how is this possible? When was I under the spell?"

But the voice behind him said in a low voice:

"It's not the spell in you, it's him!"

Hearing this answer, Quirrell was stunned again, and said somewhat puzzledly:

"He? Master, I don't know what you mean."

And the voice in the back of the head explained:

"There is a special spell on him, a spell similar to the Confusion spell, which can make the surrounding wizards ignore his surname subconsciously. Obviously, this is specially invented and cast for him!"

Hearing this explanation, Quirrell hurriedly said:

"Master, who is so powerful that he can cast such a spell on Wentworth, and even hide it from Dumbledore!"

The voice behind Quirrell's head took a long breath again, and said a little tiredly:

"This kind of spell cannot last for the whole semester, so there must be someone who often reinforces the spell for him without knowing it. There is only one person in the entire Hogwarts who can do this. Dumbledore himself!"

"Even me, I haven't noticed anything special about this young man before. If it wasn't for the fight just now, when he cast the magic spell, I noticed something strange, maybe we have been blinded by him all the time. In the drum!"

Having said this, the tone of the voice behind him suddenly changed, and he said viciously:

"Check! Be sure to find out! This young man must have an extraordinary origin, otherwise, Dumbledore would not have put in such a great effort to cover up his identity for him! Therefore, we must find out his identity. !"

Hearing the voice from the back of his head say that, Quirrell buried himself even lower, and said respectfully:

"Don't worry, master, I will definitely find out his identity."

At the same time, under the protection of Dumbledore, Snape and others, Wentworth, Harry and others finally returned to Hogwarts safely.

Standing in front of the castle at Hogwarts and looking at the familiar surroundings, Harry and Draco both had a feeling of being after a catastrophe.

At this moment, Dumbledore, who had been walking at the forefront, suddenly stopped, turned around, and said to the few wizards behind him:

"Okay, let's go here today. After going back, I hope you can forget about tonight's events as soon as possible, and don't mention it to others!"

Speaking of this, Dumbledore suddenly paused, and then Dumbledore winked at the little wizards with some playfulness, and then said:

"Of course, I think soon, you will be too late to think about other things, because you have more important things to do right away!"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Harry and Draco and the others looked at each other and found that the other party was confused and didn't know why.

But Dumbledore didn't seem to have any intention of explaining, but after saying this, he turned around and left.

Seeing this, Wentworth also yawned, followed in Dumbledore's footsteps, and was about to leave, but was grabbed by Draco.

"Wentworth, what did Headmaster Dumbledore's last words mean?"

Wentworth was stunned for a moment, then said nonchalantly:

"Oh, it's not interesting, don't think too much, Headmaster Dumbledore is teasing you, it's not really important!"

"It's just that the final exam is coming soon!"

As soon as Wentworth's voice fell, there was a sound of inhalation one after another, except Hermione, Harry and Ron, and Draco, all of them froze and looked terrified.

Seeing the horrified expressions on Harry and the others, Wentworth nodded with satisfaction, and was about to turn away, but found that Draco was holding himself even tighter.

I saw Draco pleadingly said:

"Senior, I haven't prepared anything yet, what should I do?! Senior, Lao Lao!"

Wentworth pulled his arm back from Draco's hand very calmly, and said unhurriedly:

"Call me Wentworth when I'm okay, and call me Senior when I'm okay. It's really yours, Draco."

"It doesn't matter if you don't review, I didn't review that, anyway, there is still time, it's not too late to work hard now!"

But Draco said desperately:

"You are reviewing, I am at most a preview!"

On the other hand, Harry and Ron had already found Hermione, and Ron said flatteringly:

"Hermione, during the final exam, hehe, you know!"

Hermione sighed, spread her hands and replied:

"Don't even think about it. Professor McGonagall has already said that when we take the test, we will use a special quill to prevent cheating~lightnovelpub.net~ I want to help you, but I can't do it!"

Hearing Hermione's answer, Ron was stunned for a moment, and then said in a rage:

"How can this be, the school doesn't believe us too much!"

In this way, the group was noisy, and after returning to Hogwarts Castle, they dispersed.

It's just that the few people who returned to their dormitories, except Wentworth, went to bed and fell asleep immediately, and the others didn't seem to be able to sleep much.

Ron was chattering to Harry that if he didn't do well in the final exam, he would definitely be beaten to death by the Weasleys!

Harry, on the other hand, leaned against the head of the bed, swearing in his heart that he would definitely avenge his parents.

After Hermione returned to the dormitory, she directly took out a thick textbook on the history of magic, intending to read the book for another half an hour.

Draco went back to the dormitory and lay on the bed, recalling everything that happened tonight, always feeling excited and wanting to talk to someone.

But due to Wentworth's warning, Draco didn't know who to turn to for a while.

After thinking for a moment, Draco took out a playing card from his arms.

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