Upon learning that Wentworth was aware of the basilisk in the secret room, Harry and the others couldn’t contain their joy. They quickly gathered around Wentworth in a more secluded area, eager for answers.

Harry was the first one to show the urge to learn the knowledge behind the urgent matter, “Can you tell us about what the monster identity is, Wentworth?”

Sensing their excitement, Wentworth urged them not to make a fuss. He straightforwardly revealed, “Don’t make a fuss; just a few words I can give you: the monster in the secret room is the basilisk!”

Upon hearing this revelation, the group exchanged glances in a mix of surprise and realization.

“Basilisk? That kind of basilisk, the snake one?” Draco asked in a whispering voice, trying to avoid to catch the attention from the others.

Before they could respond further after Draco’s question, Wentworth continued, “If you don’t know what a basilisk is, go to the library and check it yourself. You should be able to find it. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave.”

As Wentworth started to walk away, the group quickly caught up to him, with Harry pleading, “Wentworth, while none of us may be targeted by the basilisk, Hermione…”

Recalling the original book’s plot, Wentworth interrupted with certainty, “Oh, Hermione, she must be among the basilisk’s targets.”

Hermione stared at Wentworth for a good minute with a terrified expression before she looked toward the ground, lamenting her fate.

Meanwhile, the others, even Ron, tried to give Hermione a little consolation by patting her back, “Don’t worry, we’ll definitely find a solution to this,” He tried to comfort her.

Both Harry and even the reformed Draco couldn’t help but implore, “Wentworth, you must come up with a solution!”

“Yes! I don’t want to see any of my friend dies!”

Wentworth expressed impatience as he responded, “Don’t worry. As long as you avoid direct eye contact with the basilisk, your lives won’t be in danger. At worst, you’ll be petrified. The mandrakes planted by our Head of House can quickly cure you!”

Wentworth’s nonchalant approach stemmed from his awareness that this Hogwarts semester was an anomaly—devoid of fatalities, even surviving the notorious Defense Against the Dark Arts professors.

To him, this indicated a level of safety for the students.

Despite Wentworth’s seemingly indifferent attitude, Harry and the others were persistent.

“It’s a different matter for you Wentworth!”

“He is right. We are just a group of freshmen. You, on the other hand, are someone who could easily stand your ground against other Professors.”

Eventually, growing impatient, Wentworth conceded, “Alright, alright, I’ll take charge of this matter. But once it’s resolved, don’t bother me again, okay?”

Hearing Wentworth’s conditions, the four nodded in agreement. Shortly after, Wentworth made a quick departure.

Observing Wentworth’s departure, Ron expressed disbelief, “Can he really handle Slytherin’s basilisk by himself?”

However, both Harry and Hermione seemed to have unwavering trust in Wentworth.

Harry reassured, “Don’t worry. If Wentworth has taken it upon himself, he will undoubtedly succeed!”

In Harry’s perspective, regardless of the Basilisk’s might, it couldn’t surpass the power of Voldemort, right? After all, Slytherin, its creator, belonged to an era millennia ago, making it seem less threatening.

Wentworth’s willingness to take charge of the matter stemmed partly from his impatience with Harry and the others and, secondly, from the sheer convenience of the situation.

Being well-versed in the original storyline, Wentworth knew the unfolding events. The root cause was the diary transformed into a Horcrux by Voldemort. Presently, that diary should be in Ginny’s possession.

Wentworth promptly sought out Cassandra. “What? You want me to sneak into Gryffindor’s girls’ dormitory to steal something?”

Cassandra’s gaze held a mix of emotions that Wentworth could interpret as nausea, abnormality, rogue behavior, disappointment, and heartbreak.

What puzzled him was the apparent excitement in Cassandra’s eyes.

Feeling perplexed, Wentworth interrupted Cassandra, asking, “Have you heard the recent rumors about the secret room?”

Still seemingly caught in her own emotions, Cassandra responded, “For such matters, find someone else. However, if you really need something, well, I can also—“

Wentworth halted Cassandra’s words and redirected the conversation, “Hey, I asked you earlier. Have you been hearing the recent rumors about the secret room?”

Perhaps Wentworth’s chosen topic was too expansive, leaving Cassandra silent for an extended period. Eventually, she spoke up, expressing her uncertainty, “I heard about it, but it doesn’t seem relevant to us, does it?”

Wentworth nodded initially but then shook his head, voicing his concern, “It may not matter in the grand scheme, but the buzz at Hogwarts caused by this rumor is bothersome. I dislike the attention it brings.”

Pondering the situation, Cassandra nodded thoughtfully before delivering a pointed remark, “Are you seriously considering challenging Salazar Slytherin, one of the most formidable wizards in history? Even though he lived a thousand years ago, engaging in a fight with him seems nearly impossible. However, there’s a catch – he left behind a contingency plan, providing you with an unexpected opportunity.”

Eagerly, Cassandra continued, “Wentworth, you have a knack for uncovering these unconventional opportunities! It’s remarkable that you can spot potential where others see none.”

Catching onto Cassandra’s excitement, Wentworth responded with a mix of surprise and understanding, “Ah? Hmm! That’s it!”

Taking advantage of Wentworth’s revelation, Cassandra further elaborated, “At first, I was unsure how to proceed. However, last night, I had a revelatory dream. I foresaw that the key to accessing the secret room lies in a notebook, currently in Ginny Weasley’s possession. That’s why I need you to steal it for me.”

Upon hearing Wentworth’s words, Cassandra fixed her gaze on him, and Wentworth discerned a myriad of emotions reflected in Cassandra’s eyes: suspicion, confusion, disappointment…

Wait, what did disappointment signify in this context?

Seizing the moment, Cassandra declared, “Alright, leave the matter of getting it to me! Tonight, I’ll secure that diary for you.”

Wentworth felt a renewed sense of relief, acknowledging Cassandra’s capability to handle such affairs. It appeared that Cassandra was proving worthy of Wentworth’s recent appointment.

Thomas, upon returning to the core rights department of the British Ministry of Magic, took proactive measures for his only daughter, including the preparation of a Polyjuice Potion.

After consuming the Polyjuice Potion, Cassandra assumed the guise of Ginny, skillfully infiltrated the Gryffindor lounge, and discreetly acquired the diary during Ginny’s absence.

As the diary rested in her hands, a mysterious voice echoed in Cassandra’s consciousness, tempting her with promises.

“Ginny, it’s quite late; curfew is approaching. Where are you headed?” The sudden interruption came from behind Cassandra, the voice belonging to Ginny’s brother, Ron.

Startled, Cassandra turned to face Ron, immediately adopting Ginny’s persona. She replied hastily, “Oh, brother, I… I left something in the library. I’ll retrieve it and be back in no time!”

With that, Cassandra hurriedly departed the Gryffindor common room, leaving Ron with a furrowed brow as he watched Ginny’s departure. “Strange… a book? In the library? Did Ginny change that much?”