Acting Headmaster

Oren squatted at the entrance of Hogwarts, listening to Will recount the latest intelligence.

Sirius Black recently reported that several people in the Ministry of Magic are acting strangely, and he suspects they may have been subjected to Imperius Curse.

Oren nodded and said, "That's normal. The You-Know-Who's usual methods are very underhanded."

"Professor Snape also provided intelligence that the Death Eaters are about to attack Azkaban."

Oren waved his hand and said, "Tell the people staking out Azkaban to be careful. On the day they break out, we'll go and pretend to stop them a little."

Will advised, "Successfully preventing the prison break will severely weaken You-Know-Who."

Oren shook his head and said, "No need. The key is to kill the You-Know-Who. The rest are just cannon fodder and don't matter."

Will muttered, "Death Eaters, then aren't we...?"

"Hehe," Oren gave an awkward yet polite smile.

Will...

Oren took the box Will handed him and returned to the Gryffindor Common Room.

The three children were whispering about something when Oren asked, "How did your gang's first gathering go?"

Hermione retorted, "What gang! We're a study support group, and our team's name is Dumbledore's Army!"

Oren replied dismissively, "Okay, okay, Dumbledore's bacteria."

The three little ones...

Harry asked curiously, "What's in Oren's box?"

Inside the box was a stack of pounds and a small toy car.

Oren explained, "I had too many crops, so I just made some high-gluten flour, and it was very pure, so I sold some to Muggle."

The three little ones...

Ron scoffed, "Is this a model car? Oren, you're being childish."

Harry said, "It looks familiar."

Hermione exclaimed in surprise, "It looks like a model of the Prime Minister's car!"

"What model? It's been shrunk by Shrinking Charm," Oren explained. "I have no idea how Will managed to get it."

"I modified it; it can transform into a robot simply by pressing a button."

Oren pressed the air conditioning remote, and the car turned into a pile of parts in full view of everyone.

The three little ones...

Oren retorted, "Ahem, it was just an accident."

Ron picked up a pound sterling. "Muggle's little piece of paper."

He looked as if he wanted to bite the banknote.

"Going through the members one by one is too tedious," Hermione said after a moment's thought. "I have an idea!"

Oren: "Please begin your performance."

The three watched as Hermione busied herself for a while, successfully hand-making a considerable number of fake Galleon.

Hermione said, "See the serial number on the edge of the coin? That can change."

Ron swallowed hard. "That's Transfiguration Charm? That's part of the NEWT test."

"It's not that difficult, actually," Hermione said modestly, though her smile didn't quite live up to that modesty.

"Not bad, the craftsmanship is so realistic it's indistinguishable from the real thing. Hermione, how about we team up and pull off a heist?" Oren's suggestion only earned him three eye rolls.

After finishing their homework (Oren copied the homework), the three of them returned to their dormitory.

Harry hesitated, "Oren, I can sense the You-Know-Who, sometimes I feel like I am him."

Oren waved his hand and said, "That's it? I knew it all along. Maybe your souls are connected to the same Wi-Fi network."

Harry ignored what he didn't understand and exclaimed with delight, "Then Oren, you must have something that can help me, right?"

"Harry, the bracelet I gave you is a jammer."

"But... I still dream about the You-Know-Who, and my head still hurts."

Oren rolled over in bed and said, "Yeah, the jammer will prevent the You-Know-Who from affecting you, but you won't escape the suffering he's destined to endure."

Harry...

The next day, Oren left the Headmaster's Office, his face showing no sign that he had just brutally sent twenty Acromantula on their way.

On the Seventh Floor, the ever-responsive door opened a crack, and three heads peeked out—it was the three little ones.

Hermione said, "We're practicing spells. Oren, would you like to join us?"

Oren refused, saying, "I'm not going."

"Come in" 3

Oren...

That means they had to give way to the three of them; otherwise, Oren could have easily pulled all three of them out with a little force.

Hermione said confidently, "We're practicing the Disarming Charm today. Come to Oren, get your wands and let's spar."

Oren rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the top of his head, and casually pulled out his wand.

Hermione chanted the spell. "Expelliarmus!"

Oren, who was hit, did not react.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Oren curled his lip. "Hermione, do you think it's possible that my strength is greater than your magic?"

The three little ones...

Looking around at the young wizards practicing the Disarming Charm, Oren said, "Harry, why don't you teach them something else? Like Confringo or Incendio?"

Hermione declared righteously, "We don't teach Dark Magic, poisons, or evil curses here."

"Oh, I see, Harry doesn't know these things."

Harry...

The three children exchanged a glance and pushed Oren, the spoilsport, out of the Room of Requirement.

Oren, who had just left, was taken back to the Headmaster's Office for a meeting by Fawkes.

Grindelwald, holding a Daily Prophet, said, "Someone anonymously published a report saying that Albus's secret organization is pushing against the Ministry of Magic; it must be that Tom guy's doing."

"That's it?" Oren scoffed. "Just this little thing? The newspapers already published it this morning, didn't they? They've been bashing the principal for ages, they're all used to it, nobody cares at all."

"You Headmaster Dumbledore organized the manpower? It's all just your and my men, old Dumbledore. The headmaster's small team would need to hire two more people to run a supermarket."

Dumbledore...

"Child, what do you think is the best way to resolve this?"

Oren rolled his eyes and said, "Let's have another issue of Voldemort Returns, where the Quibbler."

"Compile a list of Fudge's dirty laundry and publish it in the France Wizarding World."

"Hiss~" Dumbledore surprise, "Isn't this a bit too harsh?"

"That was handled so well!" Grindelwald said happily. "Just as I guessed, these little things are no problem for him at all."

Oren, bewildered, accepted the large stack of documents handed to him by the two old men.

Dumbledore said seriously, "I'll leave these to you. We have clues about Horcrux that we need to verify."

After saying that, the two old men packed their things and ran away, quite dashingly.

Sun hat, sunglasses, and floral shorts—are they heading to a tropical beach to find Horcrux?

After flipping through the documents, Oren put on a mask of pain, adhering to the principle of dragging others down with him even if it meant suffering himself, and Will was thus drafted into the job.

Oren was sitting in the headmaster's chair reviewing memorials (not really).

Will said, "Cedric Diggory asked if he could send someone to help him take some fish back since he was bored while staking out near Azkaban and the boat couldn't hold them all."

"Can"

"Yes, young master, I'll send someone there right away."

Oren said, "Wait! Remember to break his fishing rod, then give him a good kick in the butt."

Will...