First Encounter with Cassandra

When Wentworth and Rosier arrived at Vault 714, having traveled via the goblin-operated mine cart, a massive door engraved with an Ouroboros relief appeared before Wentworth.

"Drop a bit of blood onto the snake's eye!"

The goblin extended a finger, tapped the Ouroboros's eye lightly with a long nail, and gestured for Wentworth to proceed.

Following this, with Rosier's assistance, a drop of Wentworth's blood floated onto the eye of the serpent. Suddenly, the eye glowed with a brilliant red light, and the Ouroboros, which had been tightly biting its own tail, let out a sharp "click" as it opened its mouth.

As the door, sealed for decades, swung open once more, a dazzling golden radiance illuminated half of the underground space in Gringotts.

Wentworth stared, dumbfounded, at the mountains of Gold Galleons piled before him. As far as his eyes could see, there wasn't a single Sickle or Knut in sight. Beyond the Galleons, Wentworth also discovered numerous rare treasures scattered carelessly across the floor.

"Is this the wealth of our Grindelwald family? It's simply unbelievable!"

Although he had mentally prepared himself and knew that most pure-blood families were wealthy—the Weasleys being a notable exception—the sheer scale of the fortune laid out before him still made it difficult for Wentworth to breathe.

"This is only a portion of the Grindelwald family's assets. There is another vault just like this one in the Gringotts of Paris, Berlin, and New York, respectively."

Rosier remarked with indifference.

Wentworth was shocked once again, saying in disbelief:

"Our family is excessively wealthy, isn't it?"

Rosier, however, spoke with a look of nostalgia:

"Back then, many of us voluntarily donated vast amounts of wealth to your grandfather. Naturally, those riches all belong to your Grindelwald family now."

"What for?"

"For the greater good!"

When Wentworth stepped out of Gringotts, his gait had noticeably changed. If the Wentworth who had first entered Diagon Alley walked with a sense of restraint, the current Wentworth moved with a touch of swagger.

Rosier observed this and nodded, almost imperceptibly.

"Next, it is time to go buy you a wand of your own!"

As Rosier spoke, she led Wentworth forward, but suddenly, she came to a halt; a commotion seemed to be breaking out ahead.

The already bustling Diagon Alley had become even more clamorous. Wentworth even noticed many shop assistants running out of their stores, clutching various items in their hands.

Soon, a slender young girl with golden curly hair walked forward with graceful steps. Most striking of all were her emerald-green eyes.

Flanking the girl, two men in top hats and black trench coats scanned their surroundings, keeping the girl tightly sandwiched between them.

"Those are Aurors from the Ministry of Magic!"

Rosier explained to Wentworth from the side.

The shop assistants in Diagon Alley were holding various items, desperately trying to pitch them to the girl. Wentworth noticed that most of the items they held were the most precious goods in their stores—the kind that were strictly "for purchase only, no browsing."

Just as the crowd surrounding the girl reached a spot not far from Wentworth, a shop assistant wearing gloves approached, holding a Paper Crane.

"Miss Cassandra! This is our store's latest product. Although it looks like an ordinary Paper Crane, it can be used to communicate through dreams over long distances! Before long, our Paper Cranes will be able to replace owls!"

As the assistant spoke, he handed the Paper Crane to the girl, but she frowned and said with great arrogance:

"Do you take me for some little girl who likes playing with dolls and folding paper cranes?!"

With that, the girl tossed the Paper Crane aside without a second thought. The crane caught the wind and landed perfectly in Wentworth's hand.

The eyes of the crowd followed the Paper Crane and landed on Wentworth, giving him quite a start.

At this moment, the shop assistant said with a mournful face:

"Miss Cassandra, the Paper Crane flew from your hand and landed on someone else's—that counts as activation! From now on, whatever this young master writes on the paper, you will dream of it whenever you sleep!"

The assistant's words left both Cassandra and Wentworth stunned. Cassandra suddenly blushed and said:

"Who are you trying to fool! You gave this Paper Crane to me, so doesn't that mean we..."

Before Cassandra could finish, the assistant held out his hands, his white gloves drawing everyone's attention.

"Miss Cassandra, look, the cost of this Paper Crane..."

Cassandra lifted her chin and retorted:

"Liar! You dare ask this lady for money? My father is with the Ministry of Magic; do you believe I can have you thrown into Azkaban?!"

Just as the assistant was about to leave in despair, he heard someone call out from behind:

"Wait a moment!"

Wentworth stepped forward two paces and asked gently:

"This Paper Crane is quite beautiful, and I like it. How about this—I'll buy it."

The sudden turn of events left the shop assistant overjoyed. As the assistant walked away clutching the three Gold Galleons Wentworth had given him, the girl's voice rang out from behind Wentworth.

"Hey, are you also a first-year at Hogwarts? Why did you help him? It was clearly his own mistake!"

Wentworth turned his head and said softly:

"It's nothing. I just thought this Paper Crane was quite nice!"

Cassandra curled her lip in disdain and then said:

"I'm Cassandra, the future pride of Slytherin!"

"My name is Wentworth. I don't believe we've been sorted yet, have we?"

"I must belong in Slytherin!"

Cassandra seemed to have a deep obsession with this.

Wentworth shrugged nonchalantly, and as they both turned to leave, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

It seemed that the Slytherin paper airplane had quite the story behind it!

As Wentworth pushed open the door to Ollivander's Wand Shop, Rosier was still speaking from behind him:

"Take a look first. If there isn't a suitable one, just pick any for now to use temporarily. We can still go to Germany and find Gregorovitch!"

Just at that moment, Ollivander happened to step out from behind a cabinet to the side.

"My lady, I would never deny that Gregorovitch's wand-making skills are high, but no matter where you go, the wizard chooses the wand, and the wand, in turn, chooses the wizard!"