Grindelwald

Rosier put away her wand as if nothing had happened.

The man turned back, trembling, and upon seeing his fallen companion, a large wet patch spread across his trousers below the waist before he slowly collapsed onto the floor.

Wentworth, who had already been sprawled on the ground, barely managed to prop himself up with his hands to avoid lying flat again.

Although it was clear these people had come to rescue him, seeing them wield the Unforgivable Curses with such proficiency had pushed the initial excitement of his transmigration to the back of his mind, leaving only terror.

If the lingering memories in his body hadn't told him that it was currently 1990, that Harry Potter wouldn't enter school until next year, and that Voldemort's return was still a year away, Wentworth would have truly suspected that these people before him were genuine Death Eaters!

One had to know that there were many imposters among the Death Eaters, yet the way these people cast their spells was so fluid!

At this moment, Rosier pinched her nose, walked up to the man, and asked gently:

"Just now, which hand did you use to strike this child? Be a good boy and tell me, behave!"

The man tremblingly raised his left hand.

Seeing this, Rosier smiled, raised her wand, and tapped the man's left hand lightly. Soon after, the hand began to rot rapidly, and accompanied by the man's wails, it wasn't long before nothing remained of his left hand but a pile of white bones.

Looking at his skeletal left hand, the man rolled his eyes back and fainted.

Seeing this, Rosier frowned and said to someone beside her:

"Help him sober up, then ask about his background. Go to another room; there are children here!"

Thus, Wentworth watched helplessly as an elderly man with slightly graying hair dragged the fellow toward the kitchen, followed by a voice from the kitchen:

"Crucio!"

Following that, the man's miserable screams rang out.

"Gulp!"

Wentworth swallowed hard. Watching Rosier walk toward him, he hurriedly stood up and called out respectfully:

"Grandma Rosier!"

Rosier looked at Wentworth with pleasant surprise, and with what seemed to be a hint of guilt, she said:

"Wentworth, it's so good that you're alright!"

Nearby, someone sighed:

"Heavens, it truly is the blood of the Master's family flowing through him. To recover as if nothing happened so quickly after being hit by the Cruciatus Curse—it's simply incredible!"

Rosier stroked Wentworth's cheek and said with pride:

"To be able to endure the Cruciatus Curse and recover so quickly shows that you possess an unyielding will! You have not disgraced your surname, my child!"

Wentworth could only offer an awkward smile; he certainly couldn't tell these people, who cast Unforgivable Curses as easily as drinking water, that the person inside this body had changed!

Just then, the old man who had dragged the fellow who slapped him into the kitchen returned. Seeing this, Rosier asked:

"Abernathy, did you find out anything?"

The old man called Abernathy shook his head and said expressionlessly:

"I'm afraid not. He died too quickly, but there was a scent on that fellow that felt familiar to me."

Hearing Abernathy's reply, Rosier nodded thoughtfully. At that moment, Wentworth tremblingly raised his hand.

"Excuse me, may I ask why all of this happened tonight?"

It was no wonder Wentworth was confused; he had scoured the memories of this body but truly couldn't understand how a child raised by a house-elf could attract so many dark wizards!

Seeing Wentworth's bewildered and somewhat disheveled appearance, Rosier stepped forward and gently straightened his clothes, asking:

"Wentworth, how much do you know about the magical world? What has Libby told you?"

Hearing Rosier's inquiry, Wentworth, a veteran Harry Potter fan in his previous life, immediately puffed out his chest and said:

"I've heard many stories about the magical world, and Libby has told me a lot! But Libby would never tell me my surname!"

This was actually a question Wentworth's predecessor had always wanted to know. In his memories, he had pressed Libby many times, but Libby would rather bang her head against the wall than answer, and in the end, it always came to nothing.

Putting away his thoughts, Rosier had finished straightening Wentworth's clothes. It had to be said that this body was quite excellent: short golden hair, a slender frame, and eyes that seemed to hold a light.

Rosier looked at the Wentworth before her, lost in a trance for a long time before she slowly said:

"Wentworth, remember, no matter what happens, never lose your elegance, because you are—Wentworth Grindelwald!"

"Wentworth Grindelwald?"

Wentworth muttered the name softly. Although he felt the surname was somewhat familiar, given the emotional rollercoaster of the night, he didn't immediately recall where he had heard it, assuming it was just the name of a pure-blood family.

"Hearing this surname, surely you understand your heritage now!"

Wentworth looked up to see Rosier staring at him with burning eyes, as were the others behind her, as if the name held some magical power.

Seeing this, Wentworth felt a jolt of alarm. If these people discovered he was a "fake" who had merely occupied this body while the real Wentworth Grindelwald's soul had been extinguished, he would likely find it hard to even die.

One had to realize this wasn't impossible; this was the world of magic, and Wentworth didn't believe these people, who had been immersed in the Dark Arts for decades, wouldn't know Legilimency.

The only reason they hadn't used Legilimency on him was clearly due to the identity of this body and some unknown connection between the two parties.

Thinking of this, Wentworth hurriedly puffed out his chest again and replied with feigned pride:

"Of course, I am Wentworth Grindelwald, a member of the noble Grindelwald family!"

Upon hearing Wentworth Grindelwald's words, Rosier looked at him with satisfaction and gratification, nodding slowly as she said:

"Not bad. Your biological grandfather was the master's own younger brother, and you, as the only remaining bloodline of the Grindelwald Family in this world besides the master, ought to possess such pride!"

As she spoke, Rosier's eyes suddenly dimmed, and she let out a deep sigh, saying with a touch of melancholy:

"Your willpower and your pride have not disgraced the Grindelwald name. If only you weren't a Squib, how wonderful that would be!"

Nani?!

Wentworth Grindelwald's eyes widened, his face filled with utter disbelief!