The Werewolf Cure Succeeds

The group returned to the Gryffindor table.

"Krum actually went to the Slytherin table!" Ron's disappointment was palpable.

Hermione looked at Oren curiously and said, "That's strange, you didn't order any food today?"

"I heard they have Beauxbatons and Durmstrang specialties today, so I didn't order anything."

"Actually, I don't quite understand. I think we should prepare more local specialties when entertaining guests."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Local cuisine from England? Oren, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Ron pointed to a bowl of seafood soup and asked, "What is this?"

Oren examined it carefully and said, "Fish soup, just like you, made of miscellaneous fish."

Ron...

A girl from Beauxbatons came to the Gryffindor long table asking for fish soup, and Harry and Ron generously offered it to her, saying that nobody here ate it.

The girl left with the fish soup, and Harry and Ron, those two idiots, stared at her dumbfounded. Oren's hand, which was about to scoop the soup, froze in mid-air.

"No way! Dude! I was planning to try it too. And are you two out of your minds?! You just run away at the drop of a hat!"

Ron cough cough, Oren, trust me, that soup is definitely not good. I'm just trying to save your tongue from suffering.

Harry: "Ahem, Oren, believe me, she's a series of Veela."

Oren: "Harry, straighten your tongue before you speak! Ugh, you two are such a disgrace!"

Harry...

Ron...

After eating and drinking his fill, Dumbledore, holding the Goblet of Fire, babbled on and on.

The three little ones, Oren and the twins, surrounded the Goblet of Fire.

George, "Dumbledore cast a spell; only those 17 years of age or older can apply."

Fred: "We're only a few months away!"

Oren carefully examined the Goblet of Fire and said, "I have an idea that will definitely help you register successfully."

George scoffed. "First, tell me the probability of success."

Fred said, "What's the big deal?"

"Trust me," Oren explained, "I have a full 40% chance of helping you break this curse and register."

Hermione, "Let's talk about the remaining 60% first."

"Alright," Oren said, rubbing his nose. "There's a 30% chance it'll blow up the Great Hall ceiling, and a 30% chance it'll blow up the entire Great Hall."

Fred suggested, "Let's go to the Library and look for it."

George looked at the three little ones and Oren with ill intent, having heard that the twins' ability to conscript men was no less than Oren's.

One person pulled two people, and they went to the Library.

Oren, hearing the strange noises coming from inside the Library, asked, "What's going on? Is the headmaster raising frogs in the Library?"

George quietly opened a crack in the door to peek inside.

"It's nothing, they're students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. You know our Hogwarts Library... um... it's quite special."

The group entered the Library and began browsing through books.

Oren put down a book about magical architecture and said, "I've got it! I'm now terrifyingly strong in civil engineering."

Hermione: "You just skimmed through it and you already remember it?"

Oren confidently replied, "Of course, I have a photographic memory."

"Alright, Oren, let me test you. What is the incantation for the Nonverbal Spell?"

Oren whispered in Hermione's ear, "Avada Gnaw-a-Melon."

Hermione's eyes widened. "I meant the Nonverbal Spell! The Nonverbal Spell!"

"Hermione, you've hit the spell! Can you even speak anymore?"

Your friend Oren has shared with you how to use the Killing Curse.

Hermione...

The twins finally found a way to make an anti- Aging Potion.

Oren: "The Aging Potion won't work. Let's use my demolition plan instead; it'll definitely get us through."

George shook his head. "No, failure will blow up the Great Hall."

Fred, "This will wake everyone up, but where are we going to find the materials for the Aging Potion?"

George gave Oren a look, and Oren waved his hand.

Everything is self-evident; as for where to find the materials, of course, it's Snape, that sucker.

Upon arriving at the Headmaster's Office, Oren's first task was to put his newly learned construction techniques into practice.

After opening a portal to a small world, Oren built a house beside a wheat field.

Glancing at the house, then at the design plans, Oren muttered, "Wait a minute, is this what they mean by 'I understand the brain, but my hands are useless'?"

Grindelwald, who had been watching for a while, spat out the straw in his mouth and said, "Kid, you did a good job building it. The progress is very obvious. It would be even better if you could add windows."

Oren slapped his forehead and said, "That's right, windows! I should have added windows!"

Grindelwald...

"By the way, Old Deng, any news about the You-Know-Who lately? He's definitely not fully back yet. Why don't we strike while he's down?"

"You're always nagging, kid. We, as Auror informants, haven't gotten any news either."

Oren asked in confusion, "Didn't the headmaster forbid you from infiltrating the Ministry of Magic?"

Grindelwald rolled his eyes at him and said, "That's an informant for the Order of the Phoenix."

Oren curled his lip. "The headmaster forbids you from infiltrating, but he himself is quite adept at it."

Grindelwald, with a flat mouth, shrugged and spread his hands.

Oren...

The next morning, after receiving the heavy metals prepared by Will, Oren began brewing Wolfsbane Potion in his dormitory.

The potion in the crucible would emit multicolored light at night and occasionally explode like fireworks.

"Hehehe," Oren chuckled as he tossed a large piece of green crystal into the crucible.

Harry, Ron, and Neville huddled in a corner of the dormitory, trembling and afraid to make a sound.

Oren: "It's done! This wave will definitely eradicate the Werewolf!"

Harry mustered his courage and asked, "Are you sure? I have a feeling the Werewolf will be poisoned?"

Oren waved his hand and said, "It just looks unsettling; the side effects aren't significant. At most, it might cause the amount of heavy metals in the body to be enough to open a hardware store."

"It might also cause your bones to glow green at night, and... your urine might even glow green."

Harry...

"I'm not talking to you anymore, I need to go show off to Headmaster Dumbledore."

After saying that, Oren picked up the crucible and left.

Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore and Snape examined the patient with strange expressions for a long time before finally concluding that there was probably no problem.

They even let a toad test the medicine; the toad wasn't harmed at all (it just glowed green).

Less than thirty minutes later, Sirius Black led Lupin out of the fireplace in the Headmaster's Office.

Oren said with distress, "Professor Lupin, how did you become so thin?"

Sirius Black rolled his eyes at Oren Black, the culprit.

"Enough with the nonsense, drink this cup of nuclear wastewater—oops, oops, Wolfsbane Potion, and you'll be rid of the Werewolf."

Sirius Black looked at the glowing green potion and said worriedly, "Remus..."

Remus Lupin, all skin and bones, waved his hand and drank the Potions in one gulp.

Dumbledore: "Alright, Sirius Black, hurry up and take the little green man—oh, I mean Remus— to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. He needs to stay there for a few days."

Watching Sirius Black, Lupin, and Snape leave.

Oren: "Headmaster, we can start recruiting Werewolf now."