The moment Wentworth finished speaking, Green and Cedric fell silent and sobered up. After a moment, Green grinned and said:
"Wentworth, have you traded your jokes for ghost stories? It's certainly fitting for today, but I'm tired, so I'll head back and get some rest!"
Green had just started to leave when Cedric grabbed him. Staring at Wentworth, Cedric asked, puzzled:
"Wentworth, what exactly happened? You can't just say things like that, or make jokes about something like this."
Wentworth looked up, glanced at the two of them, and slowly told them what had happened in his dream.
After hearing him out, Green and Cedric exchanged a look.
"If it were anyone else, I'd probably be laughing and calling him a coward by now. But with you, I really can't be sure."
Green's gaze shifted back and forth between Wentworth and the pumpkin, as if he couldn't make up his mind.
Cedric, however, was much more straightforward. He said firmly:
"Wentworth, I believe you! I think that dream might have been a warning. There could really be something wrong with this pumpkin!"
Hearing how wholeheartedly Cedric trusted him, Wentworth was touched.
"Thank you, Cedric. I was afraid no one would believe me and that they'd think it was just a dream and that I was making a fuss."
"Forget what anyone else thinks. You've never read their fortunes in tea leaves, so how would they know how amazing you are? I've experienced it firsthand. I believe you'll definitely become a Seer someday!"
Cedric said it with absolute conviction.
Wentworth: "...Thanks..."
"How about I just hit it with a Blasting Curse?"
Green had already drawn his wand and was eyeing the pumpkin eagerly, but Wentworth stopped him.
If all he wanted was to destroy the pumpkin, Wentworth could do that himself.