Arresting Rita Skeeter

Oren calmly replied, "His injuries weren't serious; he just passed out."

Hermione exclaimed, "Could it be that mastermind who killed Mr. Crouch?"

Oren shrugged. "Who else could it be but him?"

Ron said, "Will the match continue? After all, Mr. Crouch seems to be in trouble."

"Of course, those guys insisted on continuing the match, so my suggestion is that Mr. Crouch committed suicide by being hit by the Eightfold Killing Curse from behind. (Clapping hands) OK, case closed."

"Clear Broth Master" 3

Oren dismissed the three children, saying, "Alright, all three of you go back to sleep. I have a meeting tomorrow."

The three little ones...

The Headmaster's Office the following day.

Oren held out his hand to Dumbledore and said, "The third match is about to begin, and the mastermind behind it all is about to make their move. Where's the Portkey I asked for?"

Grindelwald pulled out a bunch of Portkey and said...

"Is this enough? Even if we send that so-called the Chosen One to Azkaban, these Portkey can be sent back to him."

Oren nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Any news about the You-Know-Who?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "Not yet. What can be confirmed is that Bertha Jorkins ' death is related to Tom."

Grindelwald shrugged and said, "Kid, Albus n't let me infiltrate the Ministry of Magic. My old buddies are all planting trees."

Dumbledore...

Oren then looked to the side at Will, who was hunched over like a fat quail.

"Um... young master, we did find out a little bit of information." Will's eyes darted around frantically. He didn't know much about Voldemort, and since Oren had asked him, he could only bite the bullet and answer.

"The three Death Eaters who escaped earlier went to Albania, and they are very likely with the You-Know-Who. I know one of them."

"His name is William, and he works at the Ministry of Magic..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Oren interrupted. "I just want to know, where is that damn Tom hiding?"

Will "should... maybe... in the England."

Oren...

"You... never mind, Will, at least you're better than the first Dark Lord and the first White Lord, at least you're not completely clueless."

Dumbledore...

Grindelwald...

Will shrank his neck even more.

"Headmaster, how's our Werewolf recruitment going?"

"Not bad, nearly eighty Werewolf have been healed."

Will began, "Young Master, there's still one more issue with recruiting the Werewolf..."

Oren: "Begin now!"

"Those Werewolf who are born with a habit of biting baby wizards, we can't exactly recruit those baby wizards who can heal them, can we?"

"You're right, Will. Using little wizards to fill in the gaps is definitely not going to work. So, you should go and recruit their parents. With the big battle approaching, you'd better conscript as many men as possible."

Will...

"Alright, I won't get anything out of you two old guys. Will, let's go. You need to do me a favor."

The two old men climbed...

Inside the small world, Will stared blankly at a large truck.

"Why is this thing called 'Young Master' here?"

"You don't understand. Don't underestimate this ordinary fully insured semi-trailer. Under certain conditions, it has the power to shatter the void."

Will???

"I called you here because I have something to tell you," Oren said, pulling out a vial of Elixir of Life. "See those old Dengs planting trees?"

"I see," Will nodded. "How much do they make a week? They all seem so happy doing it."

"Those old guys," Oren explained, "They wanted to start a business for the wizarding world, but they ended up creating their own boss in Nurmengard."

"Now they've suddenly entered a new world where they don't have to fight wizards or Muggle. They can just move in after doing some landscaping. They're all ecstatic!"

Will...

"Take this bottle of Elixir of Life and secretly mix it into their food. These fine oxen and horses should work for me for a few more years."

Will...

Oren clapped his hands and opened a portal back to the Headmaster's Office.

Grindelwald asked curiously, "Kid, where have you been? You're back so soon?"

"I didn't do anything, I just gave your bunch of guys, the youngest of whom are all in their seventies or eighties, some Elixir of Life."

Grindelwald...

Oren said, "Headmaster, the landscaping in the small world is quite nice. Perhaps we could consider bringing some living creatures in?"

Dumbledore nodded. "That should be enough. We can even create some Magical Creatures."

Oren cautioned, "Any Magical Creatures will do, but forget about the Niffler from the Forbidden Forest; they're useless because all they do is dig burrows."

"Okay, okay," Grindelwald waved his hand. "We'll find Niffler somewhere else."

Oren nodded in satisfaction and went outside the castle, ready to have a friendly chat with the Acromantula.

"Hey Hermione, why are you squatting under the tree reading all by yourself? Where are Harry and Ron?"

Hermione sighed, "They went to stupid Divination," her words dripping with resentment towards Trelawney.

Oren...

"Hermione, I have to tell you, there have been meetings these past few days... I can't go now, my detector went off."

Hermione instantly perked up and whispered, "It's Rita Skeeter nearby."

Oren nodded and said, "Let's head into the Forbidden Forest. It's too crowded here; if a fight breaks out, it'll be difficult to dispose of the body... Ugh, I meant, teach her a lesson."

Hermione...

Rita Skeeter, transformed into a beetle, followed Hermione into the Forbidden Forest, already drafting an outline in her mind for her little essay.

Hermione whispered, "We didn't see any animals following us. Could it be insects or something?"

"Oren, do you have any ideas on how to catch the bugs?"

"That's fantastic!" Oren took out a chopstick, elegantly twirled it, and shouted, "Fire Release: Body Protection!"

"Well, Hermione, the bugs can't escape now, can they?"

Hermione...

"You... you didn't already burn Rita Skeeter to death, did you?"

"Probably not. Even if it burns to death, it's fine. It's just accidentally killing an insect. I can even complain to the International Confederation of Wizards."

Hermione glanced at the chopsticks in Oren's hand and slowly formed a question mark in her mind.

"Ahem, Hermione, please understand. I was in such a rush this morning that I forgot my wand."

Hermione...

"Never mind, I'll capture Rita Skeeter first."

Rita Skeeter stared at the wall of fire. Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

"Rita Skeeter! I know you're an Animagus!" Hermione shouted.

The sound of crows cawing~

"Quickly shrink the fire circle, Oren!"

"Walk slowly!"

The poison circle (crossed out, changed to fire circle) was getting smaller and smaller, and the high temperature eventually forced Rita Skeeter to reveal her true form.

Oren rubbed his hands together, saying, "You've finally been caught, hehehe~"

Hermione quickly grabbed Oren.

"No? Hermione, you don't think I'm going to kill her, do you? I've never had a life on my hands."

Hermione...

"So Oren, what do you plan to do?"

"Give her a few Cruciatus Curse to make an example of her."

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Oren, you'd better not do it. I'll do it."

Rita Skeeter glanced at the Fiendfyre.

Good, good, good! Dumbledore, you really are something else! You've trained the third Dark Lord?

Durmstrang, the school that teaches Dark Magic, only produced one Grindelwald. Is Hogwarts, which doesn't even teach Dark Magic, about to produce a second one?