When a towering three-tiered cake was placed in front of Wentworth and Hagrid, Hagrid's eyes widened in astonishment.
"This… this is enormous!"
Hagrid exclaimed repeatedly.
Wentworth, however, looked at the cake with great satisfaction and, smiling, said, "Hagrid, how do you plan to get Harry Potter out of his relatives' house?"
Hearing Wentworth's sudden question, Hagrid was momentarily taken aback and responded with some confusion, "Naturally, I'll just go find him and take him away! Is there any other way?"
Wentworth nodded but then continued, "Of course, you're not wrong! But, as Headmaster Dumbledore mentioned, they don't want us to have any contact with Harry Potter. Otherwise, Hogwarts' acceptance letter wouldn't have taken so long to reach him."
"So, are you planning to just show up at their door, kick it open, cast a few spells on those Muggles, and walk off with Harry Potter?"
Upon hearing Wentworth's remark, Hagrid immediately waved his hands. "Of course not! At least, I haven't planned on doing that just yet. Besides, you know we're not allowed to use magic in front of Muggles."
Wentworth chuckled and said, "Then, I suppose it's my turn to handle things! First, allow me to change into something more suitable."
A short while later, Wentworth and Hagrid Apparated to Privet Drive, No. 4 in London. By now, Wentworth had changed into a well-tailored suit, making his otherwise youthful frame appear particularly dignified and upright.
As soon as they arrived, Wentworth was stunned by the sight before him. Countless owls surrounded the house, perching on every available surface, making the place look as if it were completely encased in a feathery siege. The owls, not particularly concerned with hygiene, had left droppings everywhere.
"Hagrid, does Hogwarts have this many owls?" Wentworth asked in amazement.
Hagrid, however, responded with great pride, "Of course! They're good lads, every one of them. They even manage to fend for themselves in the Forbidden Forest when they're not delivering letters!"
Frowning slightly, Wentworth turned to Hagrid and asked, "Are you sure? They don't end up as someone else's meal?"
As they conversed, the two had already reached the doorstep of No. 4, Privet Drive. Hagrid cheerfully greeted the surrounding owls, while Wentworth casually plucked a grasshopper from the nearby lawn and fed it to the small green creature nestled in his jacket pocket.
"Wow! Is that the Bowtruckle Dumbledore mentioned?"
Hagrid's bushy beard quivered in excitement.
Wentworth gently stroked the Bowtruckle, whispering something softly to it. Finally, he handed the tiny creature a small cloth pouch, and it swiftly scurried up his sleeve, disappearing within the folds of his suit.
Hagrid looked at Wentworth's actions with curiosity but refrained from asking questions.
Then, Wentworth knocked on the door of No. 4, Privet Drive.
Standing at the door, both Wentworth and Hagrid could hear a commotion inside—loud bangs and the sound of objects being moved around. After a while, the door finally swung open, revealing a large, rotund man who eyed them suspiciously.
"And who are you?" the man asked brusquely.
Hagrid was about to speak when Wentworth stopped him with a glance. Instead, Wentworth put on a polite smile and said, "Wouldn't you at least invite us in first, Mr. Vernon Dursley?"
Vernon Dursley had been about to refuse outright, but upon noticing Wentworth's impeccably tailored suit, he hesitated. With a forced politeness, he stepped aside and said, "Of course, welcome. We were just about to leave for a trip, so the house is a bit of a mess."
Wentworth knew perfectly well that the Dursleys were actually trying to escape Hogwarts' relentless owls, but he didn't call them out on it.
As they walked through the house, Wentworth and Hagrid passed by the cupboard under the stairs. From within, faint noises could be heard, but Wentworth made no immediate reaction, stopping Hagrid with a subtle gesture.
Unnoticed by all, a small green figure silently slipped out from Wentworth's sleeve and vanished into the house.
Once they were seated, Vernon wasted no time in asking, "Now then, what business do you have here? We don't know you."
Wentworth maintained his pleasant demeanor and replied, "Mr. Dursley, we are here on behalf of the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry—Hogwarts—to formally invite Harry Potter to enroll."
At these words, Vernon Dursley shot up from his seat, his face turning red with anger. "I knew it! I knew this would happen! Let me tell you something—you can forget it! I will never let that boy—what is that?"
Vernon's furious rant came to an abrupt halt when Wentworth casually took out a check from his pocket and placed it lightly on the table in front of him.
"Mr. Dursley," Wentworth said, his expression unchanged, "Hogwarts deeply appreciates the care your family has provided to Harry Potter all these years. This is compensation for his upbringing."
Vernon was momentarily stunned, then reached out for the check with feigned indifference, muttering, "You mustn't think that you can… persuade me with money. Even without this check, we would be more than happy to see him off to your school."
But when he caught sight of the figure written on the check, his hands trembled slightly, and the words he had been about to say took a sudden turn. A sycophantic smile spread across his face.
Wentworth, unfazed, nodded and said, "Then, may we meet Harry Potter now? We are on a tight schedule."
"Of course! Harry! Get out here, Harry!"
Vernon grinned and shot a meaningful glance at his wife, Petunia. A moment later, she returned, leading a thin boy with messy black hair into the room.
The moment Wentworth and Hagrid laid eyes on him, their gazes instinctively flicked to his forehead. As soon as the lightning-shaped scar came into view, Wentworth could hear Hagrid exhaling in relief behind him.
Wentworth extended his hand with a smile and said, "Hello, Harry. My name is Wentworth. I've come to take you home."
"Home?"
A flicker of confusion appeared on Harry's face.
This time, Hagrid could no longer hold back and interjected, "That's right, Harry! From now on, Hogwarts will be your home!"
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