A Letter from the Ministry of Magic

Wentworth walked back and forth in front of that wall three times, muttering to himself:

"I need a place to practice magic, I need a place to practice magic, I need a place to practice magic!"

Suddenly, a wooden door appeared out of nowhere on the previously blank wall. Seeing this, Wentworth smiled slightly, pulled the handle, and stepped inside.

After today's duel, a sense of urgency had welled up in Wentworth. Watching those around him so skillfully cast various spells, he felt an anxiety akin to a student in his past life who, despite everyone agreeing not to study, found that all his classmates had finished their exams half an hour early, leaving him behind.

At that moment, Wentworth thought it was truly shameful for a transmigrator to end up in such a state.

But compared to these classmates who had grown up in the magical world, perhaps his only advantages were his knowledge of the future and his familiarity with certain special items and locations.

For instance, the Half-Blood Prince's notes he had obtained earlier, or the Room of Requirement before him.

Therefore, Wentworth had come to the Room of Requirement tonight to gain extra time and opportunities to practice spells, even bringing the Half-Blood Prince's notes along. After all, compared to the others, his current body had a full ten-year gap in magical training.

Wentworth thought he had done this flawlessly, but he overlooked one point: the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, like the Room of Requirement, was located on the eighth floor of the castle.

Just moments after Wentworth entered the Room of Requirement, two figures slowly emerged in front of the door.

"The Room of Requirement? Headmaster Dumbledore, how could Wentworth even know about such a hidden room? You must know, many students don't even realize such a magical room exists at Hogwarts even after they graduate."

Professor McGonagall looked toward the Room of Requirement and asked in surprise.

Dumbledore, however, said dismissively:

"It is nothing. Perhaps someone among the Acolytes once studied at Hogwarts and told him the location, or perhaps he discovered it by accident after arriving at school. It is even possible that it stems from the bloodline talent of Grindelwald."

Seeing the puzzled expression on McGonagall's face, Dumbledore continued to explain:

"Gellert Grindelwald was a famous seer in the magical world, a gift that originated from his bloodline talent. This could be seen in his unique eyes."

"Although Wentworth hasn't shown such talent before, that doesn't mean he lacks it. Perhaps a sudden flash of insight was him catching a glimpse of the future."

Hearing Dumbledore's explanation, Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and sighed:

"What a terrifying family, what a terrifying opponent!"

Dumbledore quickly interjected to correct her:

"No, no, Minerva, we are not opponents with Wentworth, at least not for now! Now, let us return. What was it you were telling me earlier? You received a letter from the British Ministry of Magic?"

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall walked toward the Headmaster's office while speaking.

"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore. The Ministry of Magic just sent a letter saying they intend to come to Hogwarts to see if the safety of the students is being compromised during their time at school! It is simply outrageous! This is blatant suspicion and distrust! Where do they think they are? This is Hogwarts!"

By now, having returned to the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore waved his hand, and several small cakes appeared on the desk, dancing happily.

Dumbledore picked one up, popped it into his mouth, and gestured for Professor McGonagall to join him.

"Try a cake I got from Filius. I must say, our Professor Filius has a talent for appreciating desserts that is slightly inferior to his skill with charms, but it has the merit of novelty, doesn't it? You should try one."

Seeing Dumbledore seemingly indifferent to what she had just said, Professor McGonagall darkened her expression and said in a low voice:

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I don't think you understand the significance of this letter! Someone is questioning Hogwarts, which is, in effect, questioning you! For so many years, the Ministry of Magic has never given up on its plan to expand its influence into Hogwarts!"

Facing Professor McGonagall's warning, Dumbledore waved his hand dismissively and said:

"Now, Professor McGonagall, no need to be so tense. Let me guess who sent the letter? If I am not mistaken, it should be the Head of the Auror Office, Thomas Levo, right? Let me think... yes, he graduated from Slytherin."

Hearing Dumbledore's guess, Professor McGonagall was startled and couldn't help but ask:

"How did you know, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore smiled with great confidence:

"I can not only guess that it was Thomas, but I can also guess that this is definitely Thomas's personal action, and the Ministry of Magic is unaware of it."

Seeing that Professor McGonagall was about to ask a question, Dumbledore didn't wait for her to speak and continued:

"Because Fudge has just taken office, and he still needs my support to sit firmly in the position of Minister for Magic. As for what he will do once he is secure, I do not know, but at least for now, he would not dare come to Hogwarts to provoke me!"

When Dumbledore said this, his tone was calm yet imposing, revealing one clear message: without his consent, Fudge would never have secured the position of Minister for Magic!

"Then how do you explain the letter tonight?"

Professor McGonagall took a letter from her robes. It had just been delivered by an owl a short while ago. She had been on her way to find Dumbledore with this letter when she bumped into the skulking Wentworth, which led her to notify Dumbledore.

Dumbledore glanced at it and said nonchalantly:

"Minerva, I think you are overcomplicating things. You seem to have forgotten that Thomas Levo is Cassandra Levo's father! This is nothing more than a father who heard his beloved daughter suffered a minor injury at school and wants to come see her, while using his position to put a little pressure on the school. That is all!"

"Did he say when he plans to come?"

Dumbledore asked.

"The letter says he will finish his official duties tomorrow morning and come over in the afternoon," Professor McGonagall replied.

Dumbledore smiled and said:

"He hasn't been back for so many years; surely he won't return empty-handed to visit his former teachers?"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Professor McGonagall also managed a rare smile.