Confronted with the taunting voice from the back of his head, Quirrell naturally dared not object and continued to apologize and seek forgiveness. The voice behind him weakened, stating, “That second-year student is definitely not an ordinary wizard. I demand to know, what is his name?”

Quirell bowed before he respectfully replied, “Master, his name is Wentworth.”

The voice from behind his head sneered and continued, “Is that all you know? What’s his full name?”

Upon hearing the inquiry, Quirrell hesitated for a moment and then mumbled, “His name is Wentworth… Wentworth…”

This time, Quirrell was not feigning; he genuinely struggled with the revelation that he didn’t know Wentworth’s full name.

He only knew him as Wentworth but was uncertain about his last name.

In that fleeting moment, a shiver ran down Quirrell’s spine; he was now overwhelmed by an unsettling fear of the unknown.

After a prolonged silence, Quirrell’s expression shifted to one of horror and bitterness as he started biting his nails. He slowly uttered, “I don’t know, Master. I don’t know his full name. How is this possible? How long since I was under the effect of his spell?”

But the voice behind him spoke in a low tone, stating, “He didn’t cast a spell directly on you; it’s a spell that’s meant to protect him instead.”

Hearing this revelation, Quirrell was once again taken aback and expressed puzzlement, “Him? Master, I don’t understand what you mean.”

The voice behind the head clarified, “There is a unique spell on him, similar to the Confundus Charm, which makes surrounding wizards subconsciously ignore his surname. Clearly, this is not a normal Confundus Charm, which means what was cast on him was actually an advanced application of the Charm itself.”

Upon comprehending this explanation, Quirrell hastily inquired, “Master, who possesses the power to cast such a charm on Wentworth and conceal it even from Professors alike?”

The voice behind Quirrell’s head took a weary breath and responded, “This type of Charm cannot endure for the entire semester, so someone must regularly reinforce it for him without their knowledge. There is only one person at Hogwarts who can do this—Dumbledore himself.”

“Even I failed to detect anything peculiar about this young man until now. If it weren’t for the recent confrontation when he cast that magical spell, we might have been deceived by him all along. Revealing himself in such a situation just to help the others might be his ultimate downfall.”

Having uttered these words, the tone of the voice behind Quirrell abruptly shifted, turning vicious as it demanded, “Check! Ensure you find out! This young man must have an extraordinary origin; otherwise, Dumbledore wouldn’t go to such lengths to conceal his identity. Therefore, we must unveil who he truly is!”

Hearing this command from the back of his head, Quirrell bowed even lower, responding with respect, “Don’t worry, Master. I will undoubtedly ascertain his identity.”

Simultaneously, under the protection of Dumbledore, Snape, and others, Wentworth, Harry, and their companions safely returned to Hogwarts.

Standing before the castle and gazing at the familiar surroundings, both Harry and Draco felt a sense of relief after the harrowing events.

At this moment, Dumbledore, who had been leading the way, suddenly halted, turned around, and addressed the group of wizards behind him, “Alright, let’s conclude here for today. Upon returning, I hope you can swiftly forget tonight’s occurrences and refrain from discussing them with others.”

At this point, Dumbledore paused, and then he playfully winked at the young wizards. Continuing with a hint of mischievousness, he added, “Of course, I believe soon you’ll have more urgent matters to attend to. Thoughts of tonight will become secondary, as you’re about to embark on more significant endeavors!”

Upon hearing Dumbledore’s words, Harry, Draco, and the others exchanged perplexed glances, realizing they were all equally puzzled.

However, Dumbledore showed no inclination to provide clarification. After delivering his enigmatic message, he turned and departed.

Observing this, Wentworth, feeling a yawn coming on, began following Dumbledore’s lead.

Before he could leave, though, Draco seized him, “Wentworth, what did Professor Dumbledore mean by that?”

Wentworth hesitated briefly, then replied casually, “Oh, it’s not that interesting. Don’t overthink it; Professor Dumbledore enjoys teasing the others so much. It’s not really that important. What’s important right now is the upcoming final exam!”

As soon as Wentworth uttered those words, a collective gasp ensued.

With the exception of Hermione, the boys Harry, Ron, and Draco froze as their expressions filled with terror.

Witnessing the horrified reactions of Harry and the others, Wentworth nodded in satisfaction. “Perhaps this is what Professor Dumbledore feels every time he teases others.”

Just as he was about to depart, he noticed Draco clinging to him even tighter.

In a pleading tone, Draco exclaimed, “Senior, I haven’t prepared anything yet. What should I do?! Senior, help me out!”

Wentworth calmly withdrew his arm from Draco’s grasp and spoke with composure, “Why don’t you go ask help from your father, young Master? It’s definitely the time when your father’s help will help you through the current semester.” He teased.

“It doesn’t matter if you haven’t learned anything at this point; I didn’t bother to open my books either. There’s still time before the exam, and it’s never too late to start working hard now!” Wentworth continued with another teasing smile.

Draco, however, shows an utter loss of words; he expressed his despair as he clutched to Wentworth once again, “You’re like that because you are smart, you only need to do reviews. I’m not even at the stage of previews!”

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron had located Hermione.

Ron, attempting to be charming, remarked, “Hermione, during the final exam, hehe, you know!”

Hermione sighed, extended her hands in a helpless gesture, and responded, “Don’t even think about it. Professor McGonagall has already stated that we’ll be using special quills during the test to prevent cheating. I’d like to help you, but my hands are tied!”

Hearing Hermione’s response, Ron was momentarily dumbfounded, then burst out in frustration, “How can this be? Does the school really don’t trust us that much?!”

In this manner, the group was boisterous upon returning to Hogwarts Castle and then dispersed.

However, those who returned to their dormitories, excluding Wentworth, promptly went to bed and fell asleep, while others struggled to find rest.

Ron incessantly chattered to Harry about the impending doom he expected from the Weasleys if he didn’t perform well in the final exam. Meanwhile, Harry leaned against the head of the bed, silently vowing to avenge his parents.

Upon returning to the dormitory, Hermione immediately extracted a thick textbook on the history of magic, intending to delve into the book for another half-hour.

Back in the dormitory, Draco lay on his bed, reflecting on the night’s events, perpetually feeling excited and yearning to share his thoughts with someone.

However, due to Wentworth’s caution, Draco was unsure whom to confide in.

After a brief contemplation, he retrieved the Jack of Heart from his pocket.