Dud

Upon hearing Rosier's words, Wentworth was stunned, taking a long moment to process what being a Squib meant.

So, I transmigrated for nothing?

He was certainly not some predecessor known as the Enemy of the Scottish Round-Faced Fat Chicken, who arrived in the magical world only to act coy and reluctant.

As a die-hard Harry Potter fan, now that he had arrived in this world, how could he not explore this infinitely wonderful realm!

If nothing else, he had to visit Hogwarts! As the only designated higher education institution of the British Ministry of Magic, it offered a one-stop enrollment from age 11 to 18, even saving one the trouble of choosing a school.

Thinking of this, Wentworth suddenly realized something and quickly asked:

"Grandma Rosier, I am 11 years old this year. Logically, I should have received an owl letter from Hogwarts. If there is no letter, only then would it mean I am a Squib!"

"But it is only July now, and it is not yet September 1st, the start of the Hogwarts term. Perhaps my owl is still on the way, who knows!"

Hearing Wentworth's words, Rosier looked at him with a face full of pity, shaking her head as she said:

"Wentworth, it seems you really do know a lot about the magical world, and what you say is indeed correct. But unfortunately, we have already learned that just three days ago, the last owl delivering admission letters completed its mission and returned!"

Upon hearing Rosier's words, Wentworth fell into total despair. The Book of Admittance and the Quill of Acceptance kept at Hogwarts had never made a mistake. Since he had not received an admission letter from Hogwarts, it could only mean that he truly possessed no magical talent.

For some reason, at this moment, Wentworth's mind suddenly drifted to Filch.

Seeing Wentworth's crestfallen expression, a flash of sympathy crossed Rosier's face, and she could only comfort him:

"Alright, Wentworth, don't be like this. There is nothing wrong with being a Muggle. The magical world is not as wonderful as you imagine. What happened tonight is not a rare occurrence in the magical world."

"Even we, back in the day, did plenty of such things. Staying away from the chaos of the magical world can at least ensure that the bloodline of the Grindelwald family will not be severed."

Although he had listened to Rosier, Wentworth had already spent these short moments planning how to use a small amount of money to bet on the World Cup, then invest in companies like Amazon, Apple, and Google, achieving financial freedom by the age of thirty.

But this life of lying flat and making money was not the life Wentworth wanted!

However, things had reached this point. Even with a thousand frustrations and ten thousand regrets, Wentworth had no choice but to say:

"Thank you, Grandma Rosier, and everyone. Thank you all for saving me tonight! Wentworth is deeply grateful!"

Hearing Wentworth's words, Rosier waved her hand dismissively and said:

"Don't say that, Wentworth. Actually, this is our fault too! For so many years, I have stayed not far from you, just to protect your safety."

"But, upon learning that you were a Squib... forgive me, upon learning that you had no magical talent, my heart was truly too heavy with grief, so I left for a few days to chat with these old fellows."

"We already experienced such grief once with your father! After your grandfather's brother—our master—was imprisoned, we needed someone to stand up, and that person had to be a Grindelwald!"

"But unexpectedly, your father was proven to have no magical talent. Still, it didn't matter; we weren't that old then, and we thought there was still a chance. But we never imagined that even you..."

Speaking to this point, Rosier, who had been elegant and cold since she appeared tonight, suddenly choked up, unable to control herself.

Behind Rosier, the others also shook their heads and sighed, filled with melancholy.

Seeing this, Wentworth had to quickly speak up to comfort the elderly group before him.

"Grandma Rosier, everyone, it's alright, it really is alright. The Muggle world is developing very quickly now. Perhaps before long, the wonders of the Muggle world will surpass those of the magical world!"

But to Wentworth's surprise, the moment he finished speaking, Rosier and the others all stopped sobbing and stared at him with wide eyes.

"W-what is it?"

Wentworth thought to himself, Oh no, did I say something wrong? Did I expose my identity?

"So alike, truly so alike! The Master said the exact same thing to us back in Paris, didn't he?"

Rosier gently stroked Wentworth's cheek, her eyes filled with an indescribable sense of trance.

Hearing Rosier's words, Wentworth finally let out a long sigh of relief. Just then, he heard a "thump" against the glass behind him and quickly turned to look.

"Is... is that an owl?!"

"Quick! Let it in!"

"Glass-shatter!"

"Owl-summoning!"

In an instant, the room descended into chaos!

Let us turn the clock back a little. Just as Su Xinghe had become Wentworth, in a tower at Hogwarts that no student had ever set foot in, a faded quill that had been stuck in a silver inkwell slowly floated upward.

Following that, the quill drifted toward an ancient black dragon-skin book nearby and solemnly wrote a name upon it—Wentworth Grindelwald.

Soon, Professor McGonagall appeared outside the door of the Headmaster's office.

"Lemon Sherbet!"

Accompanied by the password, the door to the Headmaster's office opened, and the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and the greatest white wizard of the contemporary age—Dumbledore—appeared before McGonagall in his pajamas.

"Oh, Professor McGonagall, appearing here so late, has something happened at the school? Don't worry, speak slowly. Would you like a glass of iced lemon juice first?"

As Dumbledore spoke, he gently flicked his finger, and a glass of iced lemon juice slowly floated toward McGonagall.

But the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts before him showed no intention of taking it. Her expression was quite serious as she looked at Dumbledore and said:

"Dumbledore, the iced lemon juice can wait. I think there is something you must know immediately. It concerns the enrollment of new students; it is very urgent!"

Seeing this, Dumbledore raised his eyebrows with unruffled calm, saying as if in jest:

"Is there a problem with the new students? You know, Professor McGonagall, I have always had full confidence in you. I believe that if there is a problem, it certainly isn't with our Hogwarts! So, what is the problem with the new students? Surely no student has eaten the owl delivering the letter! Ha ha..."

Dumbledore took a light sip of the iced lemon juice in his hand, speaking with a smiling face.