The Ball

How advanced is Oren?

Percy "very high-class," and I received a verbal compliment from Barty Crouch.

Oren's lips twitched. "Didn't Barty Crouch give you a box of fruit?"

No, that's not true...

Everyone...

Professor McGonagall shouted, "Champion, come here!"

Ron encouraged, "Harry, go quickly!"

Harry's dancing... well, it was like a donkey pulling a millstone.

Percy reluctantly offered his approval, "Harry danced quite well."

Oren said, "Yeah, clumsy as a bear."

Everyone...

"It's our turn!" Hermione pulled Oren onto the dance floor.

Oren jumped pretty well, like an ox pulling a millstone, at least much stronger than a donkey.

After the dance ended, the three little ones and Oren collapsed into their chairs.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I didn't dance very well."

Ron chimed in, "Me too."

"You two, one's like a bear rubbing against a tree, the other's like a wild boar rooting in the ground," Oren quipped. "Sigh~ we're about the same, aren't we?"

Hermione rubbed her arm. "Oren, you're not much better. You're as stiff as a statue."

Oren...

"Wait a minute, Neville's dance partner is Ginny? Aren't you going to do something about this, Ron?"

"I have to do something about this," Ron said, standing up and calling out, "George! Fred! Stop jumping around and come help!"

"Tsk tsk tsk~" Oren sighed, "Ginny's future boyfriend is going to have a tough time. He has a father-in-law and six older brothers. This test will probably be no easier than the journey to the West."

Harry was bewildered and felt a chill run down his spine.

George cracked his knuckles and said, "Oren, you and Hermione were just under the mistletoe."

Fred winked mischievously. "You didn't kiss your dance partner?"

"Huh?" Oren asked, confused. "Is that some kind of custom? I don't know about it!"

twin...

Hermione asked curiously, "Who is Headmaster Dumbledore's dance partner?"

"That newly hired secretary, tsk~ those two old Dengs are disgusting." Oren could guess with his knees that the unfamiliar old man was Grindelwald in disguise.

"Hagrid and Madame Maxime, the headmistress of Beauxbatons, are dancing!" Ron exclaimed.

"Where's the old bat? Who's he dancing with?" Harry asked quietly.

Ron: "He's on patrol."

Oren "was like a headmaster, it's a pity he didn't have a beer belly."

Hermione asked Percy, "I wrote a letter of recommendation to the Ministry of Magic about improving the treatment of House-elf. Have the Minister and the Minister considered it?"

Ron shrugged. "I thought you'd given up."

Percy took a sip of red wine and replied, "I guess we're actively considering a reply."

"How did you know?" Hermione's eyes widened in surprise.

Percy's statement that he was "considering" meant the document was already lost.

Oren pondered for a moment and said, "Is being proactive just about actively searching?"

Percy "crystal clear!"

Hermione...

Ron suggested, "Shall we go outside for some fresh air?"

Harry, let's go!

Oren and Hermione: "No!"

Two little ones...

Sirius Black ran over. "Did you see Snivellus... that's Snape and Karkaroff?"

Hermione shook her head and said, "I didn't see it."

"Alright, I'll go look somewhere else," Sirius Black said fiercely. "Those two are definitely up to something. Don't let me catch you."

Hermione...

"Oren, who do you think will win, Snape or Sirius Black?"

"Snape, after all, there's also Karkaroff; Snape has the advantage in a two-on-one situation."

"Sirius Black must be bored. I've done some quick calculations, and I think Snape and Karkaroff are searching the bushes outside the castle."

At that moment, several young wizards with leaves on their heads rushed back to the Great Hall.

George exclaimed, "What a brilliant strategist, Oren!"

"Then take a look!"

Hermione...

On the second day of Christmas, Oren opened his eyes to witness baffling human behavior.

Harry and Ron stuck their heads into the large bucket of water, where the Golden Egg was still floating.

"You two realize you're wasting air by being alive? Don't worry, after you drown, I'll use your bodies as compost to give back to Mother Earth."

Two little ones...

"We're listening to the Golden Egg!" Harry protested. "If you open the Golden Egg in the water, it will sing!"

Ron: "Cedric Diggory just told us that this morning."

Oren: "Is that so? Tsk~ What a pity."

Two little ones...

Inside the Great Hall.

Hermione held a copy of the Daily Prophet with a serious expression.

You'd better come and see for yourselves.

"Let me see what's going on," Oren said, taking the newspaper. "How did Rita Skeeter find out about Hagrid? What's she trying to do? Force Dumbledore to fire Hagrid?"

"Foolish, she wants to teach Dumbledore to do things?"

Harry said, "Hagrid said he was Half-blood- Giant."

"We overheard Hagrid and Madame Maxime's conversation last night," Ron said, scratching his head.

Hermione looked at Oren with a puzzled expression and asked, "Aren't you surprised at all?"

Oren looked at them like they were idiots. "With Hagrid's height, anyone with eyes can see that, okay?"

The three little ones...

"Let's go comfort Hagrid. Sigh, that 300-pound strongman is going to cry again," Oren sighed.

The three little ones...

Outside Hagrid's Hut, Oren pounded on the door. "Hagrid, open the door! So what if you're Half-blood- Giant? I wouldn't care even if you were the Giant!"

"Stop knocking!" Hermione said, climbing down from the window frame. "Hagrid isn't home."

"I see," Oren to himself. "Then he might be drowning his sorrows in alcohol at Hogsmeade."

Ron: "Then how do we get to Hogsmeade?"

Hermione produced a stack of blank sick notes signed by Dumbledore.

Two little ones...

Harry wondered, "I've wanted to ask for a long time, how did Rita Skeeter know that Hagrid was talking to Madam Maxime? Does she also have an invisibility cloak?"

Ron shook his head and said, "It's possible, but Invisibility Cloak are very expensive, so it's unlikely."

"Could it be Animagus?" Oren's lips twitched. "Another one. Isn't this just messing with the headmaster? I'm going to borrow that vacuum cleaner—oops, I mean, that testing tool—from Filch today."

"Filch will lend it to you?" Hermione asked doubtfully.

Oren: "That doesn't matter. If he won't lend it to me, I'll take it myself."

The three little ones...

Harry suggested, "Let's hurry to Hogsmeade and find Hagrid."

"You three go, I'm not going."

Hermione asked, "Why?"

"It's all because of Harry! Sirius Black insisted on going into the Black Lake with him so that he wouldn't be drowned by the Death Eaters."

"I still need to ask Moaning Myrtle for the sewer map so Sirius Black can secretly enter the water. The installed underwater cameras also need to be adjusted to leave blind spots in the surveillance."

Oren grew angrier and angrier, and punched Harry in the hip joint.

Hermione: "Would that pesky ghost Moaning Myrtle tell you just because you asked?"

Oren clapped his hands, looking refreshed, and replied, "I'll greet her warmly."

The three little ones...

Ron said, "Let's go to Hogsmeade first. Maybe we can even grab a Butterbeer from the Three Broomsticks."

The three little ones walked away, but Harry looked like he was limping a bit.