King of the Great Hall

Harry said dejectedly, "When I found out Cho Chang had agreed to Cedric Diggory's request, I felt like my stomach was filled with lead and mercury."

Oren scratched his head. "Huh? You want to cultivate immortality?"

Harry...

Fred called out, "Angelina Johnson! Would you like to come to the ball with me?"

Angelina Johnson: "Okay!"

Stimulated, Harry took another big gulp of Butterbeer.

"Harry, you won't get drunk like this," Oren said, pulling out a bottle of vodka. "One glass and you'll forget your troubles, two glasses and you'll be free from worldly worries, three glasses and you'll pass out."

Harry...

Colin crept over furtively from the tower entrance.

"That Oren... Krum said he wants to duel you, and he's waiting for you in the Great Hall."

Oren???

Ron: "Let's go, shall we go take a look?"

Harry glanced at the time and said, "It's curfew, isn't it?"

Oren: "What's a mere curfew? Let's go!"

Near the Great Hall.

"Ron, put on your Invisibility Cloak and go scout," Oren commanded.

A moment later, Ron ran back and said, "The Durmstrang are all here, as are Slytherin and Beauxbatons, Ravenclaw have come too, probably just to watch the show."

Harry, "How many people are there? If I get caught, my House Points are definitely gone."

Oren: "How many people exactly? We'll investigate further and report back!"

Ron pursed his lips, "We've run another errand for nearly a hundred people."

Harry asked, "How many of us are there?"

Ron: "Including the two of us, there are three of us in total."

Harry...

"Should we go back and call for help?"

"What are you yelling for?" Oren said confidently. "There aren't even enough people for one demonstration."

"Wait... I was asking if it's possible that 99% of them are just here to watch the show," Ron said, gesturing.

Oren didn't listen at all, and the two little ones exchanged a glance and followed helplessly.

Krum, who had been waiting in the Great Hall for a long time, said, "You've finally come..."

Before he could finish speaking, Oren cast a Levicorpus on him, hanging him from the ceiling, followed by Langlock to silence him.

Oren glanced at the bewildered crowd in the Great Hall with ill intent.

One spell after another flew towards the crowd. Everything that could move was hit by at least two spells, and even those that stood still were hit by one. Even three kittens that were passing by were hung from the ceiling.

Ron hesitated before saying, "These people are just here to watch the show."

Oren shook his head and said, "They're clearly here to ambush us. Just look at how they're dodging; they're obviously elite."

Harry: "What about those who didn't hide?"

"The fact that they didn't flinch shows incredible mental fortitude; they're definitely among the elite."

Two little ones...

Oren then said to the two children, "The wand has already been pulled out. It would make me look stupid if someone were still standing there. I'll give you two a chance to lie down and play dead."

The two little ones exchanged a glance and decisively pretended to be dead.

Feeling refreshed, Oren hummed an unknown tune as he walked out of the Great Hall, casually hanging Filch was patrolling nearby, from the ceiling as well.

Once Oren was out of sight, the two little ones got up from the ground.

"Harry, should we put these people down?"

"Ron, do you know how to break this spell?"

"No, I don't even know what this curse is called."

"That settles it then," Harry shrugged. "Let's not put them down. If they can't beat Oren, they can't beat the two of us, right?"

"You're right, Harry, we have to run!"

The following morning in the Great Hall.

Hermione exclaimed in surprise, "What happened? Why did we lose our Slytherin and Ravenclaw House Points?"

Ron replied, "Last night we..."

Oren interrupted, "It's missed."

Ron: "Yes, yes, we missed it!"

Harry, "The jar that records the House Points is old and worn out; it's normal for some beads to leak out."

Hermione???

Oren suggested, "Let's go back to the Gryffindor table first."

George whispered, "Isn't that Oren?"

Fred: "Now many people call you the King of the Great Hall."

"Pfft~" Oren spat out a mouthful of orange juice, and Ron had no choice but to give himself a Scourgify.

Hermione glanced at the High Table. "It seems the Headmasters of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons aren't in a good mood today, but Headmaster Dumbledore seems to be in a good mood. I think he's smiling more kindly than usual."

"By the way, Harry and Ron, have you found a dance partner yet? Time is running out."

The two children looked rather grim when Hermione asked them a question.

Ron: "We must find dance partners today."

Harry is "either find a dance partner or die outside the tower."

Hermione...

Oren, what about you? Can you dance?

Of course... not.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "After breakfast, go to the Room of Requirement and I'll teach you."

Oren nodded gratefully, then asked, "Harry, have you learned the Bubble-Head Charm?"

"No," Harry shook his head and said, "But Sirius Black ordered Gillyweed for me, but the supply store in Hogsmeade suddenly ran out of stock, so he placed the order in Diagon Alley."

The Room of Requirement.

Hermione paced back and forth like a drill sergeant. "Oren, how much do you know about dancing?"

Oren, like a raw recruit in military training, loudly replied, "Wild boars root in the ground, bears rub against trees, and shamans perform rituals."

Hermione's vision went black; what was all this about?

"Oren, move your legs a bit, don't be so stiff, are you a bear?"

"You tripped over your own feet, Oren, how did you do that?"

Hermione felt mentally exhausted from teaching.

After Hermione's dance class, Oren was about to go to the Black Lake to cast a line—or rather, mainly to supervise Will's work.

As darkness fell, Oren carried the fish back to the castle.

Fish are indeed more sinister the bigger they are. Oren wandered around the castle four or five times before finally finding the entrance to the Gryffindor Tower.

Oren slammed the fish onto the table and asked Harry, "You seem pretty happy, Ron... well, what's wrong with him? He looks utterly dejected."

Harry smiled and said, "Ron and I have found our dance partners."

Hermione is Parvati Patil and Padma Patil.

"These are sisters?" Oren exclaimed in surprise. "You two brothers have really surprised everyone with your quiet efforts!"

Harry: "Ron... he ran into Phoebe, went up to her and asked her to be his dance partner, how should I put it... it was pretty embarrassing in front of everyone."

"Yeah," Hermione chimed in, "They've embarrassed themselves at another school."

"Hiss~" Oren gasped. "Who is this redhead? I don't know him."

Ron...

Time flies, and Christmas Day arrives.

Oren pinched George's ear and said, "Canary Creams, huh? Trying to prank me. Today you're going to become Miss Weasley."

George pleaded, "No, no, no, there's a dance today!"

"Okay, I'll save them up for you."

Hermione walked over, wearing a white dress.

"The dress is nice, Hermione, but that gold brooch is a bit ugly. Which nouveau riche made it?"

"Oren is the one you gave me in first grade."

Oren...

"Let me modify it quickly!"

"No way, don't even think about it!"

Oren retrieved Hermione's Lockhart's perfect score test paper directly from the system space.

Finally, an agreement was reached that Oren could not use the exam paper unless Hermione used the brooch.

The two then casually made a pact not to spread their embarrassing past.

Oren teased, "Hagrid, do you look handsome today?"

Hagrid straightened his back and said, "Will gave me a lot of advice."

"Will?" Hermione for a moment, then said, "The one who came to fix the equipment?"

"Yes," Hagrid said with a smile, "He's really good at styling his hair."

"Hey Oren!" Percy walked over confidently, then his composure crumbled in an instant.

"I've improved! I'm an advanced coder now!"

Everyone...