Golden Egg

Oren, "Krum's Conjunctivitis Curse seems pretty powerful, Phoebe's Stunning Spell, which she used while accompanying the shaman, also seems quite potent."

"Oh, poor Harry!" the Gryffindor cubs around him groaned.

Ron said uncertainly, "Hungarian Horntail aren't that fierce, are they? Look how listless it looks."

Oren and Hermione unconsciously glanced around, occasionally touching their noses.

Harry raised his wand and shouted in a strange voice, "Sword Summoning!"

A flying broom, resembling Firebolt, flew over.

Hermione asked doubtfully, "Oren, this isn't the same flying broomstick you made."

"The principal confiscated it; there was nothing we could do about it. That flying broom was too conspicuous; it immediately made people think of cheating."

"Hermione, you know this is a matter of Hogwarts ' reputation. Harry getting his butt burned is a minor issue; Headmaster Dumbledore losing face that's a major problem."

Hermione...

Ron retorted, "Then Harry practiced for nothing all those days, didn't he?"

"You're still too young, Ron. That Firebolt looks real, but I made it myself. Its performance is a whole level better than the Firebolt."

Harry, with his superb flying skills, confused the Hungarian Horntail.

As the dragon stood upright and spread its wings, Harry swooped down, catching the Hungarian Horntail completely off guard.

Good news comes fast, bad news comes too fast.

Harry, having picked up the Golden Egg, made intimate contact with the ground, and the poor silly boy rolled four or five meters away.

Fortunately, he was quite resilient. He sat on the ground, dazed and confused, Oren could almost see the coils of mosquito coils in his eyes.

Oren rushed to Harry's side, held up one finger, and asked, "How many fingers do you think this is?"

Harry: "These are... ten fingers?"

Oren nodded to Sirius Black, who had arrived, and said, "There's no problem, he can still talk."

Sirius Black...

Ron: "Harry, why didn't you wear the bracelet Oren gave you? You wouldn't have fallen so badly."

"Forget it," Harry said, recovering. "I don't want my arm broken again."

Oren...

Madam Pomfrey arrived, examined Harry, and took Harry directly to the Hospital Wing.

Inside the Hospital Wing.

Hermione: "Harry, your rating is very high, just as high as that Krum."

Ron complained, "That bastard Karkaroff gave you a 4 out of 10. I think he did it on purpose. Ludo gave you the highest score, a full 10."

Oren curled his lip. "I bet that Ludo guy's made another bet about whether Harry can win."

"George Fred, you guys guessed the result of the last Quidditch World Cup match correctly. Did that guy give you Galleons?"

George: "No, Ludo Bagman messed up; he's now heavily in debt."

Fred, "That's true, but he still has a chance to pay off his debts before he turns ninety."

Oren...

"Alright, but we still have to congratulate Harry. You didn't break a single bone this time. You're now Gryffindor's undisputed king of descent."

Harry...

"Stop teasing me, Oren. Ludo Bagman said these Golden Egg are clues to the next match. You guys need to help me think of something!"

"That's easy," Oren said, pulling out a chainsaw. "I'll chop him up right now."

"Calm down! Calm down!" Ron stopped him. "This Golden Egg isn't meant to be split open!"

Oren curled his lip. "Tsk~ Since you actually used your brain to think, I'll spare you the Golden Egg."

Ron...

The sound of the chainsaw attracted Madam Pomfrey, and Oren, along with his other companions, was thrown out of the Hospital Wing.

Sirius Black asked, puzzled, "What did you do to deserve Madam Pomfrey throwing you out? Never mind, I'd better check on Harry first."

George: "Forget about the Golden Egg, Miss Know-It-All. Sirius Black and Harry will definitely find a clue."

"Sirius Black?" Oren scoffed. "Those two aren't smart to begin with, they're even dumber together. They might even bite the Golden Egg with their teeth."

Everyone...

Hermione frowned. "Is it cheating to have an adult wizard give Harry advice?"

"No," Ron shook his head and said, "The principals at Beauxbatons and Durmstrang even personally gather information for the players."

"Look at other headmasters, they personally go down to advise and scout for their own students," Oren complained. "Only our Hogwarts has a headmaster who's offline and doesn't care about anything."

The little wizards...

Within the small world.

Dumbledore: "Achoo!"

"Albus, you've caught a chill," Grindelwald said worriedly. "It's a bit cool here, come and put on another layer."

Dumbledore!!!

"Isn't that the shirt Fudge wore in the newspaper yesterday?! Take it away! Take it away!"

A ghostly wail suddenly echoed through the quiet Gryffindor Tower at night.

The dormitory door was opened, and a black-haired boy and a red-haired boy were thrown out, followed by a Golden Egg with teeth marks and a tent.

Oren: "Go away, you two! Go camping in the Great Hall. Nobody there will be playing with Golden Egg with you."

The two kids glanced at the closed dormitory door, then looked at each other helplessly.

The next morning, by Black Lake.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, you called me here so early this morning just to watch you fish? By the way, when did you start liking fishing?"

Oren sat down next to Dumbledore and casually picked up a branch to hang a fishing line.

"Oh dear, child, you mustn't touch that!" Dumbledore said earnestly. "Once you get involved with it, your life is ruined!"

Oren scoffed, "This is just a tree branch and fishing line, how could it possibly catch a fish?"

A pull came from the tree branch, Oren gently tugged, pulling a large fish ashore.

Oren!!!

"It's always like this at first," Dumbledore advised. "After that, you won't be able to catch anything. Sitting by the water all day long will ruin you. Turn back before it's too late!"

Oren dropped the branch in horror, as if he had discarded something unclean.

"Principal, just tell me why you called me here."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The second match will be held at Black Lake. I'd like you to get a large screen, like the one in the Library, so we can see how the competitors perform underwater."

"Impossible! You want me to build it and I'll build it? Wouldn't I lose face?"

Dumbledore money."

"Useless principal, I don't need the money."

Dumbledore showed off the Gryffindor's Sword.

Oren!!!

"I'd go through fire and water without hesitation, Principal, please give the order!"

Dumbledore, feeling sorry for the sword, put it away, saying, "I'll give it to you after I'm done."

"It's too slow for me to do it myself. I have subordinates now, so I need to get people to help me."

Dumbledore for a moment and said, "Yes, but you can only send one dark wizard, and you must keep a close eye on him."

"Principal, you can rest assured."

Dumbledore up his line and stood up, adding before leaving, "My boy, whatever you do, don't blow up the Black Lake, and don't hurt the fishmen."

Oren said firmly, "Don't worry, Principal!"

Dumbledore uneasy, kept looking back, taking ten minutes before finally leaving Oren's sight.