Toad Soul Filling

Back in his dorm Oren took out his cauldron and began brewing Potions.

"Excellent, excellent! Add some oysters and red maple leaves as well."

Although they didn't know what Oren was brewing, the two little ones felt a chill run down their spines as they looked at the crucible.

"Done, hehehe." Oren's gaze toward Harry grew increasingly malicious.

Harry: "I will absolutely not let you test the drugs!"

Ron: "Me too!"

Neville ran straight out of the dormitory.

Oren...

"What are you two thinking? In this situation, I should definitely try it first," Oren said in a low voice. "Anyway, it's just this once; I won't be the one suffering later."

Two little ones...

"Harry, did you see that? He downed a whole bottle in one gulp?"

"Upon saw Ron, he didn't hesitate at all. I must say, Oren is truly decisive."

"Do you two see any changes in me?"

Harry observed for a moment and said, "His hair has grown, and his voice has changed."

Oren asked, "Anything else?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "What else? Nothing's changed. Of course, I suspect that's your problem."

"Okay, okay, that's my problem. Ron, you try the medicine for me and see if it's effective!"

Ron: Danger!

Ron completely understood Harry's feelings and quickly changed the subject, saying, "Don't you feel any remorse? I was upset for a long time when you turned me into Harley."

Oren pursed his lips and said, "None of that matters. It's just an empty shell. As long as my Dao heart is steadfast enough, there won't be any problems."

Two little ones...

"Ugh, I feel a bit of a urge to pee, it must be the side effects kicking in."

The two children watched as Oren (Miss Black) calmly walked into the bathroom.

Harry exclaimed, "That's a tough guy!"

Ron nodded in agreement.

The bathroom door opened, Oren poked her head out, saying, "Go and call Hermione; I need her advice."

Two little ones...

In the common room, Hermione looked at Oren with a strange expression.

He was currently recording this on parchment, muttering, "With some modifications, it should be able to create a hair-growth potion..."

Hermione finally couldn't hold back and said, "Oren, why did you make those Potions for no reason?"

"Of course, it's to be sold to Snape?"

Harry!!! Oh no, this is coming for me!

Seeing Harry's pale face, Oren said, "Don't worry, you'll be the only one suffering."

Harry: I feel even worse!

Sure enough, during Potions that afternoon, Harry was put in detention for stepping into the classroom with his left foot first.

Angelina Johnson is about to go crazy; what kind of Seeker locked up and prevented from training every day?

The following day, in the small world, Oren prepared to showcase his latest research findings.

Oren called out, "Sir... and the old men."

Snape...

The two old men climbed...

"I'd like to demonstrate the latest research findings."

Oren extracted the toad's soul; a flash of blue fire, and only a leg bone remained of the toad's body.

That mass of soul was torn to shreds by Oren, like dumpling filling.

Pour the leg bone, soul, and ingredients into the bone broth, and within five minutes a brand new toad jumps out of the pot.

Dumbledore clapped wildly; this was exactly the result he wanted.

Snape had a stern face; clearly, he wasn't interested in this result.

He said he was bored and left the small world to go back and brew Potions.

Grindelwald fiddled with the toad, praising, "This experiment, though a bit pointless, is truly impressive."

Dumbledore said, "My child, how much longer will it take you to help Harry cleanse his soul?"

"Don't rush, Headmaster," Oren waved his hand, "I'll try it out with the soul of the Acromantula first."

The two old men praised Oren to the skies, but didn't invest an extra penny.

Oren tossed aside a bag of Galleon and scoffed, "Those two old guys are so stingy, giving me Galleon? What's the use of those? Good materials can't be bought with Galleon alone."

Oren glanced again at Will, who was covered in black and gray and grinning obsequiously.

"Look how happy you are, did you find gold?"

Will pulled out a dark, round stone and said, "Silver!"

Oren...

"Young master, we need your help with the farm work."

Oren rolled his eyes and said, "Lead the way."

On the road, I saw an old woman scolding several Giant, who were hunching over like little (or large) Giant.

"Young master, let's hurry up and leave. That old woman has to control some things, keep an eye on a screen, and manage Giant. Her resentment is even stronger than Dementors's."

Oren waved his hand. "It's alright. This kind of ox-like creature can do three jobs at once. Even if you punched me a few times, I'd still have to admit she's strong."

Will...

After walking along the forest path, we came to a wide-open meadow.

Oren pointed to the mountains of grain and asked, "Why are the barns stored in the open?"

Will said, "The barn is buried underneath."

Oren...

Leaving behind the Niffler whose corn had been looted, Oren asked in bewilderment, "Can't we consume all this grain?"

"We did our best," Will explained. "Even Giant can't eat a meal and then have several acres of land."

Oren...

"Then you should go to the Wizarding World, open a shop, and sell all these things, so they don't just grow mushrooms."

"The shop is under Headmaster Dumbledore's name, so if there are problems, he'll take the blame."

Will...

Dumbledore: My nose is so itchy, I feel like sneezing.

Having arranged everything, Oren returned to the Gryffindor Tower.

"How's the gang you three formed going?"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Hermione retorted, "What do you mean by 'gang'? We're a study group!"

"Okay, okay," Oren replied dismissively. "How's your club going?"

Hermione...

Harry sighed. "Haven't you seen the pink toad's new Educational Decree No. 24 yet?"

Oren laughed. "What 'Educational Decree No. 24'? Even if Umbridge made up 'Educational Decree No. 108,' it wouldn't work on me."

Harry...

"There was definitely a Pink Toad spy in the bar that day," Ron said, his eyes narrowing. "Or perhaps there's a traitor among us!"

"There shouldn't be any traitors. If there were, we would know," Hermione said with a sly smile. "Remember that signed parchment?"

Two little ones!!!

Oren!!!

Harry pulled a cell phone (not a phone) or a small mirror from his pocket, and Sirius Black's voice came through it.

"I'm sorry, Harry, it's been so long since I've seen you. Fudge is like a baby now; he gets hysterical whenever he's away from us, his so-called supporters."

Harry said worriedly, "Sirius Black, you deal with Fudge first, don't expose yourself."

"It's alright, Harry, that bastard Lucius is dealing with him."

The three children finished recounting how they formed the study group.

Sirius Black scoffed, "What a fool! Hog's Head may have fewer people, but it's full of bad apples. The Three Broomsticks is more secluded because it's crowded and noisy."

Hermione, who was criticized for not having much talent as a dark wizard, didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"If you need to deliver a message, you'd better send that owl who likes to throw fireworks at people."

Three little ones???

Oren!!!

Sirius Black said, "It's Oren's owl; it's quite famous in Diagon Alley."

Everyone...