The Second Task

"Sirius Black, you're so slow! Did you argue with Snape again? You look so sullen. Did you lose the argument?"

"Alright, Oren, let's go find Moaning Myrtle. The next match is underwater, and the guy who registered Harry will definitely make a move."

The two went to the washroom where Moaning Myrtle was.

Moaning Myrtle, "Are you all here to laugh at Moaning Myrtle too?"

Oren, too lazy to listen to her nonsense, immediately unleashed a spell that made Moaning Myrtle's cries grow louder.

An alarm clock was slammed to the ground. Oren yelled, "I'll give you thirty seconds to show me the sewer network diagram, even crying counts as time!"

Sirius Black...

Ten minutes later~

Holding up a brand-new sewer network diagram, Oren said, "What a waste of time. I'll just pick out the dirtiest drainpipe for you."

"Ahem," Sirius Black reminded him, "I haven't left yet!"

"That's perfect, I just need a horse or ox to run errands," Oren said, shoving a pile of liquor into his hands. "Hagrid's feeling down right now, go and give this stuff to Hagrid for me."

Sirius Black...

A few days later, at the Black Lake.

Oren was leisurely fishing, while the three children were discussing Hagrid's affairs.

Harry said, "Thanks to Headmaster Dumbledore's comforting words, otherwise Hagrid would definitely have resigned."

"Yes," Hermione nodded. "I don't know how much Hagrid drank that day, I really don't know where he got it from."

Oren...

Ron reminded him, "Oren, didn't you say you were going to adjust something? Why have you been fishing all this time?"

"You don't understand. Will is already working underwater; I'm just supervising him."

The three little ones looked at the water's surface, and... well, they couldn't see what was happening underwater at all. What kind of supervision was this...?

"Hey~ It's taken the bait, that's some big fish." Oren pulled on the fishing rod and hauled in a Merpeople.

The three little ones...

After tossing the Merpeople back into the lake, Oren remarked, "Fairy tales are all lies, after all. This Merpeople is hideous!"

Hermione explained, "I read in the book that Merpeople from warm waters are beautiful, only Merpeople from cold water look... unique."

"Really?" Oren scoffed. "If Headmaster Dumbledore were willing to replace these Merpeople, I'd pay for the heating system to be installed in the Black Lake myself."

The three little ones...

Harry's lips twitched as he asked, "Oren, why haven't I seen Sirius Black these past few days?"

"Him? He's cleaning the sewers. He'll definitely get it done before the second match starts. He'll be there to cover for you underwater. Harry, you can go ahead and risk your life."

Harry...

Ron suggested, "By the way Harry, didn't Sirius Black prepare a jar of Gillyweed for you? You should use some to practice swimming beforehand."

Oren also pulled out a quick swimming book on dog paddling and handed it to Harry.

"Shall I practice?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Hermione: "Practice! Krum has been practicing swimming for a while now!"

Harry grimaced as he ate a Gillyweed; it was clear that the thing didn't taste good. After scratching his head and cheeks for a while, he grew gills.

Harry hesitated to go into the water, but Oren encouraged him, "Go in! Don't be afraid. If you drown, I'll take care of Hedwig."

Harry...

He suddenly realized that going into the water wasn't absolutely necessary.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Oren and said, "Harry, don't be afraid, you've already eaten the Gillyweed."

Seeing that Harry was still hesitating, Oren decisively kicked him into the lake.

"Indeed, reasoning is sometimes less reliable than physics."

Two little ones...

Harry swam around for a short while before returning to shore, catching a fish in the process, much to Oren's dismay.

Time flew by, and it was time for the competition.

From the stands, Oren asked Hermione, "Where's Ron? Why isn't he here for the game?"

"How should I know?" Hermione shrugged.

"Let's watch the game. Ron can come or not, it's up to him."

Hermione looked at the large projection screen above the Black Lake and said, "Oren, this is really great. Without it, we'd just be staring at the water."

"Let me see what the Champion ' treasures are all about," Oren exclaimed in surprise. "Isn't that Ron tied to that pillar?"

Hermione exclaimed in surprise, "No wonder Professor McGonagall suddenly invited Ron for tea!"

"Black tea!" Oren whispered. "Sleepy Black Tea, is it?"

Hermione, "Ron, Cho Chang, a little girl, and a Slytherin girl I don't recognize."

"I thought all the girls in Slytherin were like Millicent, a real pain in the neck. Looks like I was too narrow-minded," Oren remarked.

Hermione's gaze grew increasingly dangerous. "Oh? So you've taken a liking to her? Want me to write you a love letter? I'll deliver it for you."

"Cough cough cough," Oren quickly denied, "No, I didn't, I just said it from the heart."

Hermione snorted.

Oren...

The four competitors received a warm welcome as soon as they entered the water. The Grindylow immediately unleashed six claws per second, but that wasn't their limit; it was the limit of the screen refresh rate.

Hermione's lips twitched. "Oren, didn't you say you'd taken care of everything? Why are the Grindylow chasing after Harry and scratching him?"

"Oh, I think this has backfired. You know Hermione and the others can't beat me, but they can beat Harry."

"But don't worry, my intimidating presence is undeniable. At most, the Grindylow will just scratch Harry's face."

Hermione...

"What about Sirius Black?"

"Let me see," Oren said, pulling out a small mirror. "He drew seventy percent of the fire for Harry; Sirius Black's clothes are practically torn to shreds now."

"Wow~ Where did he buy these bitter tea seeds? They're so sturdy! I'll have to ask him about it later."

Hermione...

"Phoebe, Krum, and Cedric Diggory are all scratched up. Oren, you've really screwed over all four Champion!"

"It's alright. I would have felt a little guilty if I had only messed with Harry, but I feel much better now."

Hermione...

"Phoebe failed; she surfaced."

"Tsk tsk tsk~" Oren sighed, "That's terrible. Thank goodness for magic, otherwise he'd definitely be left with scars."

"Go away, don't look!" Hermione blocked Oren's way, saying, "It doesn't conform to that... Zhou Dynasty etiquette, yes, the Zhou Dynasty etiquette."

Oren...

Cedric Diggory and Krum both rescued their treasures, while Harry remained underwater, arguing with the fish-men.

He ultimately saved Ron and the little girl.

The two hurried towards the water's edge, Hermione said worriedly, "Harry was the last one to get ashore, will his score be low?"

"No way," Oren said confidently. "He's carrying two people at once! What do you call that? It's not abandoning his classmates, and it gets extra points for being politically correct."

Harry and Ron were shivering in their blankets on the shore.

Oren said, "Congratulations, Harry, you've successfully rescued your treasure... wait, Ron? Treasure?"

"Hiss~ Oren and Hermione both took two steps back, but Hermione subtly shielded Oren behind her."

Harry rolled his eyes. "What did Oren say again... Ron is my dearest friend, my brother."

"This isn't the time to discuss this," Harry whispered to Oren. "That guy has finally made his move; he wants the Grindylow to kill me."

Oren...