Champion Potter

Oren: "If Harry touches the dormitory door at night, you'll find him lying on the floor foaming the next day."

Harry and Ron stared at Oren in horror.

"No! Why didn't you tell me about something this important sooner!"

Oren said embarrassedly, "I forgot, I forgot."

Hermione asked doubtfully, "Harry can't leave his dormitory and can't break Dumbledore's curse, so someone else signed him up for Harry?"

"It should be," Oren affirmed. "I always felt something was missing this semester; turns out it's the annual routine—someone's trying to kill Harry."

Harry...

"Yeah, I didn't sign up at all. Wait... Oren, if you knew I was innocent, why did you put a sack over my head?"

Oren scratched his head sheepishly and chuckled.

"Who could have done it?" Ron asked.

"It must be someone who just joined the school this year. If anyone else wanted to kill Harry, they could easily stage a murder-on-his-ride incident. After all, there have been cases of people trying to kill Harry in previous years," Oren analyzed.

Hermione: "There are quite a few new people this year. Could they be from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang?"

"Let Headmaster Dumbledore worry about it. That old Dumbledore really can't take the initiative just once; he's always so passive."

Oren pulled out a necklace and handed it to Harry, saying, "One for you, one for Cedric Diggory. This is my latest defensive device, theoretically capable of even withstanding the Killing Curse."

Harry...

Unable to come up with anything, Oren and the three boys had to adjourn the meeting.

Oren, who had just finished a small meeting, was summoned by Dumbledore meeting.

Headmaster's Office.

Oren: "Sirius Black, what are you doing here? And why do you smell so strange?"

"I knew someone was trying to harm Harry, so I came immediately. I hired five Troll bodyguards to protect Harry."

"Come on, Harry's reputation is already ruined again. Bringing Troll along would be even worse."

Grindelwald thought, "Perhaps it was Durmstrang's headmaster, Karkaroff, who was a Death Eaters."

Sirius Black: "Then what are we waiting for? I'll go catch him right now!"

Dumbledore's lips twitched. "Don't be so reckless, Sirius Black. We have no proof that he did it."

Oren stood up and said, "Stop speculating. I've already given Harry the defensive necklace, and I'll have Headmaster Dumbledore make a few more Portkey. Harry's tough and fast enough he won't have any problems."

Sirius Black asked eagerly, "Is that defensive necklace very powerful?"

Oren rolled his eyes at him. "That's powered by the Philosopher's Stone. With the shield activated, Harry could get beaten up by a dragon all day."

Sirius Black...

Back in his dorm, Oren saw Harry staring blankly at a Gryffindor flag.

What's wrong with you?

"Oh, Oren, the Gryffindor wizards aren't so hostile towards me. George even let me participate in the competition draped in their flag."

"Draped in a flag?" Oren took out a stick, strung together the Gryffindor flags, and tucked them into the back of Harry Destiny's collar.

Oren: "That's right!"

Harry...

The next day in the Great Hall.

Sirius Black was also sitting in the High Table, eating a free meal. Although he had dark circles under his eyes, it didn't affect his bright and cheerful appearance; he must have won an argument with someone.

Oren: "Try it! I ordered fried rice with egg today. Oh, I was originally thinking of using dragon eggs."

Ron: "That guy who sells dragon eggs at the Quidditch World Cup hasn't contacted you."

"Yes, he hasn't contacted me. He's probably been passionately kissing Dementors in Azkaban for weeks."

The three little ones...

Hearing the whispers around him, Harry shrank even smaller, almost disappearing under the table or wall.

Oren: "Harry, stop it. This isn't the first time you've been treated like a pariah. You should have thickened your skin by now."

Harry whispered, "Gryffindor is alright, but it's Slytherin, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons who are mocking me."

"Slytherin is one thing, but who Durmstrang and Beauxbatons anyway? If they dare to mock us, we should shut them up!" Oren said angrily. "These stinking out-of-school kids have come to our Hogwarts to beg for food."

Hermione whispered, "This isn't right. They're guests, after all."

"Hey~" Oren replied, "Never mind what they're here for. No matter how awesome they are at our school, when they come to Hogwarts, they have to be humble and respectful."

The three little ones...

"Wait a minute," Oren realized, "Hermione, where are your bunny teeth? Where did your real body go?"

Hermione...

Ron explained that because of Harry's stinky dung medal, Harry and Malfoy exchanged spells, and Hermione unfortunately got hit by a Densaugeo.

"Oh, so it was Madam Pomfrey who helped you reduce your front teeth. It looks like they've shrunk a bit more," Oren said, puzzled. "Then why didn't you ask Madam Pomfrey for help sooner?"

"Hmph~" Hermione said, "My dad's a dentist, and he's trying to help me in his own way."

"Oh, but his method probably won't work. Mr. Granger is such a failure."

Hermione...

Colin ran up and said, "Harry! Mr. Bagman wants all the Champion to take a picture!"

"Ugh~" Harry dropped his fork, got up, and left.

After a satisfying meal, Oren began to wander around Hogwarts.

As I passed Snape's Office, I could still hear things like "stinky dog," "Snivellus," and "you shouldn't have deducted points from Harry."

"What a vibrant scene, with everything bursting with life!" Oren exclaimed.

After climbing a few more floors, Oren spotted a familiar figure.

"Hey~ Aren't you the old man who sells magic wands?"

"My name is Ollivander, child!"

"Oh, I heard you always mention the wand model when you meet people. Do you remember my wand?"

Ollivander looked at Oren with the eyes of someone looking at a fool. "Kid, I bet you a hundred Galleon, your wand is already rotten."

"As expected of a wand maker, could you sell me another wand? I've been taking classes empty-handed for over a year now."

"I knew this day would come," Ollivander, taking out a wand box.

Oren, "Is this a wand made especially for me? Is it made with extremely rare materials? It'll boost my power dramatically in no time..."

"What are you thinking, child?" Ollivander interrupted. "The only special thing about this wand is that it's very difficult to break. The materials it's made of are... well, it's no use talking to you. Here's a hundred Galleon."

Oren...

Gryffindor Common Room.

Hermione: "So this is a 100 Galleon wand? I feel like it's not even as good as a regular wand."

Ron: "Yeah, it's not as good as my old wand with the core sticking out."

"Its advantage is that it won't break," Oren said, puzzled. "Wait a minute? Ron, when did you change your wand?"

Ron, with a sly smile, said, "Big Brother is a man of great things; how could he notice something as trivial as me changing my wand?"

Harry returned to the tower, looking like he'd swallowed a fly.

"That Champion named Phoebe from Beauxbatons is such a Veela, her wand is made from her grandmother's hair!"

Oren is so filial!

Ron: "Too shorts!"