Fifth Year Begins

Oren complained, "Headmaster, I rushed over without even taking a carriage! What's up? Get to the point quickly, don't keep me from eating."

Dumbledore...

"This year's Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor was sent by Fudge to force Harry and me out. It's a battle of magic, kid, just don't burn her."

"No problem," Oren whispered again, "Now that you're gone, I can finally take over."

Dumbledore: "Huh?"

"Ahem, and we need to speed up our research on the soul. I've already prepared the toads for you."

Oren scratched his head and said, "I'd also like to study the You-Know-Who's bone broth."

"You can study both of them together, kid."

Oren...

Inside the Great Hall, the Gryffindor table.

Oren asked, "Hey? Where's Ron?"

Harry shrugged. "Luna said there were animals pulling the carriage, but no one could see them. Ron didn't believe her and insisted on touching it."

"He should be in the Hospital Wing now, waiting for Madam Pomfrey to help him get his new teeth installed."

Oren...

Hermione asked, "Why isn't Hagrid one welcoming the new students this year? Where did he go?"

Oren scoffed. "Hagrid's on leave. He's not really in the mood for work right now."

Two little ones...

Harry asked in a low voice, "Why is Umbridge at Hogwarts?"

"You're here to cause trouble? Don't worry, Hermione, I'll protect you, and Ron might as well."

Harry???

"Oren, what am I supposed to do?"

"So be it, she's after you, what am I supposed to do?"

Harry...

Hermione fanned the flames, saying, "She came to Hogwarts to cause trouble, Oren, and you can tolerate that?"

"I can tolerate it, mainly because I've been too busy this year."

Two little ones...

Ron returned to the Gryffindor table and said, "Madam Pomfrey is a real expert on teeth!"

Everyone...

The first-year wizard finally crossed the Black Lake and arrived in the Great Hall, where the Sorting Hat began to sing its song.

Harry: "Did they change the wording this year?"

Oren: "They're all equally awful."

Everyone...

After the house sorting, the food appeared on the plates. Ron remarked, "Hermione's eating so deliciously! Doesn't she mind at all that this is the fruit of exploiting the House-elf ' labor?"

Oren shook his head and said, "Isn't she training to become Animagus? She's at the point where every bite she takes is precious."

Hermione...

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Umbridge interrupted Dumbledore's speech and began rambling on about useless nonsense, making the young wizards drowsy.

After the small talk, the young wizards prepared to get up and leave, but Hermione and Ron jumped up from their chairs and rushed out.

Oren quipped, "Are they out of their minds?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "One of them is a male Prefect, and the other is a female Prefect."

"Thanks to you not being a leader, Oren, I feel much better."

Oren!!!

"That won't do. I insist on borrowing the principal's position for a few days."

"What about me? Oren, you think of a way to get me some kind of long-term position too."

"Simple Harry, could you be the Quidditch captain?"

"But Oren, the captain is Angelina Johnson!"

"Hey Harry, you have to understand, a true man is born into this world, how can he live a life of subservience to others?"

Harry's eyes were resolute. "So Oren, what should I do?"

"Why don't you become Angelina Johnson's godmother?"

Harry: "Huh?"

Gryffindor Tower.

Seeing the terrified looks in the eyes of the young wizards around him, Harry asked, puzzled, "Why are they looking at me like that?"

Hermione explained, "You said the You-Know-Who was back, but the Ministry of Magic says he wasn't."

Ron: "You came back carrying the trophy and Cedric Diggory's body."

Oren: "Everyone who knows Cedric Diggory isn't dead has been asked to keep it a secret, so you..."

Harry exclaimed, "Hiss~ I'm a suspected killer?!"

The next morning, Oren was drinking hot tea in the common room when a young boy approached him and asked a question.

"Is this Senior Oren? Prefect Ron said that if we don't understand anything, we can ask you, and you'll answer us kindly."

Oren???

"Ron is only half right. I'll give your ass a friendly slap with my leather shoes."

Little radish head!!!

After dealing with the brat, Oren muttered, "That Ron, hmph, just you wait and see how I deal with him."

Harry...

Hermione...

Ron, who was about to greet the three, slowly withdrew his greeting.

Hermione took a sip of tea and said, "I'm going to teach the twins a lesson when they get back. How dare they post a notice in the common room recruiting people to experiment with prank props? They've really gone too far!"

Oren said, "Harry, look at her, doesn't she smell like Fudge?"

Harry nodded. "That smells like it, a lot like Fudge at the trial."

Hermione...

Hermione squatted down next to the twins and gave them a good scolding. The twins nodded and bowed and said some nonsense about not doing it again. They were all grinning, but they definitely wouldn't change their ways.

George said Prefect, "Hermione, you're so kind. We're just preparing to open a joke shop someday."

Fred chimed in, "Anyway, we're not going to listen to Mom and take the NEWT exam before going to work at the Ministry of Magic."

George: "Yeah, look at the Percy's become."

Everyone...

Ron said with lingering fear, "Their descriptions are really terrifying. I wonder how many Os are needed to become Auror."

Harry chimed in, "Looks like our good days aren't numbered much longer."

Oren pulled Ron over and turned him into Miss Weasley.

Hermione shook her head. "Try to get as many O's as possible, and you'll definitely be able to get a job at the Ministry of Magic. Oren, are you going to prepare to work at the Ministry of Magic?"

Oren, "I think the Minister for Magic position is pretty good."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Minister for Magic? Oren, you're really dreaming. It might take you decades to climb to that position."

Oren curled his lip. "Huh? I was thinking, isn't the Minister for Magic supposed to be the one with the strongest army?"

The three little ones...

Harry asked, "Oren, you're kidding, right?"

"Yeah, just kidding," Oren said in a low voice, "I should be fine as a military governor of England now, right?"

The three little ones. "Huh?"

Hermione waved her hand. "Never mind, I'm going to find Professor McGonagall to learn about Animagus."

Oren said, "I also need to go to the Headmaster's Office to investigate that pot of You-Know-Who bone broth."

Ron shook his head at Harry and said, "Wait thirty minutes. Once I'm out of this state, I have to go on patrol. Merlin, pray those brats don't cause me any trouble."

Old Harry, now living alone, sighed helplessly.

During Potions that day, Snape and Abba talked at length, but in essence, those who didn't do well wouldn't be able to attend the advanced Potions class next year.

Oren quickly finished brewing the Potions, and even managed to give Hermione some pointers while he was at it.

Snape spent ages scrutinizing the flaws with a magnifying glass, but found nothing wrong, so he could only snort and leave.

Oren asked, "Professor Snape, may I attend the advanced class next year?"

Snape: "Hmph~"

"Then I'll take that as a yes."

Snape...

Everyone...

To dare to talk back to Snape —that takes real courage!

"Harry Potter!" Snape changed the subject. "The Draught of Peace you made is excellent; you should take an advanced glue class."

Ron reacted quickly and tossed a pill into Harry's mouth.

Harley!!!

Snape gritted his teeth and said, "You... you can come to the Potions Advanced Class."

Ron whispered to Harry, "Just bear with it. If you want to Auror, you can't do badly in Potions."

Harry (gritting his teeth)