Order of the Phoenix Sanitation Squad

Sirius Black said, "Harry, why don't you go out for a walk with them?"

Harry nodded and followed the others out of the castle.

"I don't understand how Dementors got on Privet Drive. If I don't intervene, I'll get a big kiss, and if I do, I'll get expelled. Isn't this bullying an honest person?" Harry said angrily.

Oren comforted her, "I know you're angry, but don't be angry yet. Think about your first time using magic outside of school."

Harry complained, "That was Dobby's magic, and now I'm even angrier!"

Everyone...

"What's that?" Ron asked, pointing to a close-in weapon system.

"Oren, what is that? A cannon?" Harry asked curiously.

By this time, the twins had already started groping around; as expected, no boy could resist a bunch of cannons.

"I guess so. The cannonballs were quite powerful, but unfortunately, they ran into a wizard with Transfiguration Spell, and it was like a bunch of Angry Birds."

Everyone...

The twins suggested, "Perhaps we can use magical materials to make the projectiles."

"Why don't you suggest using the Philosopher's Stone as the warhead? Even Nicolas Flamel couldn't withstand that kind of exploitation."

twin...

Will was very efficient; when everyone returned to the garden, it had been transformed into a vegetable garden.

The group returned to the castle and saw Sirius Black and Mr. Arthur arguing at the gate, while Mrs. Molly tried to mediate.

Oren analyzed, "I guess they're arguing again. Should we let Harry know that You-Know-Who is secretly gathering his men?"

Harry: "You're just telling me that?"

"What else can we do, Harry? Anyway, the Avada Kedavra You-Know-Who will eventually come back to haunt you."

Everyone...

Dumbledore's arrival stopped the two from arguing, and Dumbledore casually pulled Oren away to another meeting.

Oren grumbled, "What does Sirius Black have to report? Ugh, why does this meeting keep going on and on?"

A knock sounded at the door, and a dark wizard said obsequiously, "Young master, there's a young wizard eavesdropping outside."

Oren waved his hand and said, "Get out."

Dark Wizard: "Alright!"

Everyone...

Sirius Black began, "Something strange has been happening lately. Ever since I pretended to part ways with Headmaster Dumbledore, that jerk Lucius has been trying to win me over."

"No problem," Dumbledore a sip of syrup. "A message from Severus: Tom is at the Malfoy Manor."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Oren slammed his hand on the table. "Quickly gather our troops and march on the Malfoy Manor!"

"Don't go!" Dumbledore stopped Oren. "We haven't found the Horcrux, what are you going to do there?"

Grindelwald rolled his eyes and said, "Just killing that bastard, do I need a brat like you to do it?"

Oren...

"If there's nothing else, let's adjourn the meeting," Dumbledore added. "By the way, we've decided to appoint Ron as Prefect."

"Oh my god!" Mrs. Molly rushed out, probably to find her eldest son, Ron.

Grindelwald said, "Albus, I thought you were going to make Oren the Prefect."

"No, I don't want Gryffindor's reputation to become as bad as Azkaban's."

"Cough cough cough, I haven't left yet!" Oren retorted. "You have the nerve to say that to me? Headmaster, ever since you published the information about the return of the You-Know-Who in the Daily Prophet, your reputation has been tarnished to be as bad as Azkaban's, okay?"

"Heh heh," Grindelwald chuckled gleefully, "They seem to have removed you from the Supreme Mugwump."

"That's fine, as long as you don't remove me from the Chocolate Frog Card."

Oren...

Not far from the conference room, I saw Mrs. Molly rubbing Ron's head.

"That's wonderful, every one of my children is Prefect!"

Twin!!!

I awoke with a start, realizing that my neighbor was myself.

A group of people surrounded Oren, Harry asked, "You've joined the Order of the Phoenix?"

George: "We want to join the Order of the Phoenix too!"

Fred: "We're both adults."

Oren scoffed, "I'm not a member of the Order of the Phoenix."

Everyone: "Huh?"

"Mainly because I'm in charge of about a third of the Order of the Phoenix's affairs."

"That's great!" Harry exclaimed excitedly. "Oren, please agree to let us join the Order of the Phoenix!"

"No problem, Harry, you're now part of the Order of the Order of the Phoenix's cleaning crew."

Everyone: "Ah!"

"What do you mean, 'oh'? It's because that lunatic Moody doesn't trust House-elf, so I guess I can only make things difficult for you little wizards."

Hermione interrupted, "That Oren, I still need to preview the Animagus, you see..."

"It's alright, no need to delay. You can set an example for the cause of liberating House-elf."

Hermione...

Harry rubbed his head. "Um... Oren, my head hurts, could you...?"

"No, you chose it," Oren refused. "Even if you're in a bad mood, you have to work for me today."

Harry...

"Ahem," George said, "Then look at me and Fred."

Fred: "We're not little wizards anymore, we're all adults."

"You're right," Oren nodded. "After all, you've been my subordinates for many years, and I won't treat you unfairly."

The twins nodded, touched.

"Then you two go and dig a tunnel from the castle to the manor; after all, a castle isn't complete without a tunnel."

Twin!!!

The next day, Sirius Black and Dumbledore accompanied Harry to his trial. After returning Harry boasted about how composed and dignified he had been in court.

According to Sirius Black's recollection, Harry was as timid as House-elf throughout.

Harry responded that was the first half of the trial; he was incredibly tough in the second half.

The little wizards had a very fulfilling holiday. After a lot of cleaning, they had a lot of holiday homework to do.

The twins even went on strike halfway through, but they quickly calmed down after Will and his men threw six handfuls of itching powder at them in a second.

Inside the hall, the young wizards were sprawled on the sofas, whimpering.

Hermione complained, "Why are there so many windows? It's exhausting to clean them all!"

Oren put down the Daily Prophet, "You didn't use magic?"

"Even if you use them, you can't wipe them all clean! Oren, explain to me why the castle has so many windows."

"Please understand, Hermione. In wartime, windows can be used as firing ports. Isn't that a good thing?"

Harry said, "Oren, school starts soon, and we haven't done much of our homework yet. Can you give us a break?"

Ron chimed in, "Even Hermione doesn't have time to promote her Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare."

"Alright, it seems Hermione's too exhausted to vomit anymore," Oren summoned Kreacher. "Go clean the rest of the windows, Hermione."

Hermione raised her trembling hand and said, "Didn't you say Moody didn't trust the House-elf? And why didn't you call Kreacher to help sooner!"

Oren shrugged. "What does his distrust have to do with me? Hermione, you're the founder of the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare, you can't order House-elf. Remember to settle Kreacher's fee later, okay?"

"You... pfft" Hermione closed her eyes, it was unclear whether she had fainted or fallen asleep.

The twins, carrying Luoyang shovels, walked into the hall. "It looks like we've struck coal!"

Everyone...