Chicken Soup

Headmaster's Office, Oren, simmering a pot of bone broth, said, "Give me the chicken bones."

Dumbledore handed a large handful of bones to Oren.

"Wait a minute, Principal, something seems to be missing a part."

Grindelwald finished the chicken leg in his hand in a few bites and handed over the chicken leg bone, which still had some meat on it.

Oren threw all the bones into the pot and said, "Not ruthless enough, add some Phoenix Feather too."

Fawkes spread his wings and tried to run, but Grindelwald was still a step ahead, plucking off quite a few feathers Dumbledore could even plead for him.

After dropping the feathers into the pot, Oren stirred them a few more times and then scooped out a brand-new rooster with a large strainer.

Grindelwald scoffed, "A chicken with Phoenix Feather?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "It's a pity there's no soul. I told you long ago, not everyone can be resurrected in this way."

Grindelwald chimed in, "The Galleon spent to revive just this one chicken could buy countless more."

Oren retorted, "Research costs money, that's normal. Look, even Mr. Snape, the sponsor of this experiment, hasn't said anything."

"You must have threatened him, kid," Grindelwald retorted.

Oren said, "Could I threaten him? This is old... Mr. Snape came to my door to deliver materials."

Snape stared blankly at the rooster and asked, "Can it move?"

"Yes! Of course I can!" Oren said, pressing the remote control. "Even if I don't have a soul, can't I design some kind of motion program?"

The rooster twisted itself into a bizarre shape, its bones seemingly broken.

Dumbledore's eyelids twitched wildly. "Child, what kind of exercise have you set up?"

"Let's play basketball."

Everyone: Huh?

Oren curled his lip. "What kind of expressions are those? If I delved a little deeper into the study of the soul, maybe I could replicate the personality of the deceased and stuff it back in. Wouldn't that be a different kind of resurrection?"

Snape pulled out a huge stack of books and stuffed them into Oren's hands.

"Let me see what these are... ugh, they're all books about the soul, and the viewpoints are quite unique," Oren said, closing the book. "Headmaster, I suspect that scoundrel Snape is making Horcrux. You'd better take him down."

Dumbledore...

"Severus is studying these things for other purposes. By the way, Oren, do you have any ideas about treating the aftereffects of the Cruciatus Curse?"

"You should ask Professor Snape about the headmaster's question. He's probably often bothered by the You-Know-Who, and he can even brew his own Draught of Peace."

Snape...

"Ahem," Dumbledore explained, "I mean the kind of aftereffects like amnesia and madness."

"If you drill too hard, your soul will be damaged. Like that steamer I used to save Cedric Diggory last time."

Grindelwald scoffed, "You actually know that's like a steamer!"

Snape: "And then?"

"Then you should go find Madam Pomfrey; I'm better at fixing cars than saving people."

Everyone...

Dumbledore said, "Don't underestimate yourself, child. You're actually quite good at saving people. How about becoming a therapist someday?"

"I don't want to be the principal, but since you praised me, you can come to me if you have any problems. I guarantee I'll fix your old, dilapidated tricycle."

Dumbledore...

"Now that we've finished making the bone broth, let's investigate the toad's soul."

Oren...

"Principal, you can't forget about those toads, can you?"

An hour later, all one hundred toads were wiped out.

Oren said, "This is a delicate matter. I told you we should plan this carefully. Let's go, Old Deng, and dump the body in the Forbidden Forest."

Grindelwald...

Dumbledore...

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Oren commanded, "Just lie down in this clearing."

Grindelwald asked, "Is there any special meaning to this empty lot?"

"Yes, there is. The second-grade rooster carcass was dumped here."

Ginny, who was doing her homework, suddenly felt a little soreness in her wrist.

Grindelwald pulled out a piece of parchment and said, "There's one more thing. Write to Fudge and say you'd like to arrange for a few people to go to the Ministry of Magic to do cleaning."

Oren???

"I don't know how."

Grindelwald then produced another parchment and said, "Just copy this. Fudge will agree out of consideration for Sirius Black."

"Old Deng, who are you going to send to the Ministry of Magic, Will?"

"Those dark wizards have long been on the Auror ' blacklist, Werewolf are registered with the Ministry of Magic, and as for the Order of the Phoenix..."

"Fudge is so eager right now to throw everything related to Dumbledore out of the Ministry of Magic that he has no choice but to reluctantly send in his old subordinates."

Oren...

"You guys? Weren't you notorious in the Europe Wizarding World back in the day?"

"Sigh~" Grindelwald shrugged. "I'm getting old, aren't I? If I change my name and go do cleaning, no one will notice."

"It's finished," Oren said, taking out another piece of parchment. "I still need to write a letter to Will."

Grindelwald asked curiously, "What do you want with him?"

"The old folks have stopped planting trees and started cleaning instead, but someone still has to plant those trees, right?"

Grindelwald...

Inside the small world, Will, who was stealing melons in the field, sensed intense malice.

Will: "Hey~ Cedric Diggory, what are you doing all dressed up like that?"

Cedric Diggory, holding the black roses, said, "Isn't it payday? I'm going to Hogwarts to visit my girlfriend."

"Oh right, wasn't it that old woman Rosier who opened the portal today?" Will said thoughtfully. "And those flowers, you picked them too, didn't you?"

"Yes, she was the one who opened the door," Cedric Diggory said nonchalantly. "This place is really nice; even these flowers grow wild."

Will shook his head. "Then you're doomed. These were all planted by that old woman. My advice is to secretly replant them."

Cedric Diggory???

Angry shouts rang out from afar, "Who did this?!"

Will: "Oh, too late."

Cedric Diggory: "Oh, I'm done."

After throwing away the toad carcass, Oren returned to the common lounge.

Oren asked, "Ron, what are you fiddling with?"

Harry: "The little toys he confiscated"

"Stealing a child's toy? Ron, you should be the student council president!"

Ron...

Hermione was leaning on the windowsill, gazing at the sky.

"What's wrong with her?" Oren asked curiously.

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. That's how it is after leaving Professor McGonagall's office."

"I understand," Oren analyzed. "Animagus, I guess. That thing has storms and full moons and stuff, there's nothing we can do but wait."

"But it hasn't rained for a while," Ron complained. "Even the mushrooms by the castle gate have died of drought."

Harry asked, "Can we use Weather Charm or something? Or Thunderbird?"

"I remember Newt Scamander joined in too, so Thunderbird should be able to get his hands on him," Oren complained. "But if we mess around like this, won't the Animagus who were originally cats become catgirls?"

"Catgirl?" George leaned closer with a sly grin and said, "How did you know we made Catgirl Cookie?"

Fred: "Was it the paintings in your office that inspired us?"

Hermione turned around and asked in confusion, "What painting?"

"Cough cough cough it's nothing, it's nothing 3"

Oren asked, "Does that thing sell well?"

George: "Not many were sold on campus."

Fred: "The off-campus orders are ridiculously high. Is there something about the cookies that we haven't noticed?"

Oren: "It should be an attack speed buff."

Three little ones???

twin???