Cursed Cookies

Headmaster's Office, Will was working like a beast of burden, reviewing documents, while Oren randomly picked up a book from the bookshelf to read.

It must be said that Headmaster Dumbledore has more good books, which are clearly of higher quality than those in the Restricted Section.

The two old men walked out of the portal at a leisurely pace.

Dumbledore said, "The mission failed, but I didn't come back empty-handed; I brought you a conch shell."

"The conch shells at the place you went to are quite modern, aren't they? They're made of plastic, right?"

Dumbledore...

"Ahem," Grindelwald requested, "Um... I'd like to build a castle in the small world."

"Then go find a piece of land and build it yourself, what are you talking to me about?" Oren said, shoving a stack of documents into Dumbledore.

"Oh, and just a heads-up, spectacular sights can ruin a country."

Grindelwald???

Dumbledore leaned closer to Will and asked, "What book did that child take?"

"It seems to be some kind of curse."

Dumbledore nodded. "It's alright, nothing serious."

Will...

Back in the common lounge, Oren took out a bag of flour and began to examine it.

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "What's so strange about this flour?"

"It's just regular flour; I'm researching how to make cookies."

Hermione snatched Oren's notebook, which was filled with mathematical formulas, and said, "Watch my demonstration."

"Hurry up with the butter and sugar," Hermione, sounding like a seasoned overseer.

Oren, like a hardworking House-elf, kept handing materials to Hermione.

Kreacher was the most unlucky one, being completely outmaneuvered.

Ten minutes later~

Hermione wiped the flour off her face and said, "Just sprinkle some chocolate chips on top and it's done. It just needs a little more baking."

Oren said, "I thought you'd be like Mrs. Molly, just waving your wand and that would be it."

"I haven't had time to learn household magic, which isn't part of the exam yet. But you, our little magic prodigy Oren, haven't you learned any?"

"I don't know household magic, but I do know Avada Lightning Chain and Fiendfyre." Oren snapped his fingers, and blue flames ignited on the biscuit.

A few seconds later the flames disappeared, and Hermione blew on a cookie to cool it down before taking a few bites.

"The fire was too high; everything's burnt."

Oren said, "I forgot to tell you, the flour was cursed."

Hermione tensed for only a moment, feeling no change in herself, and asked, "What curse? Will I grow cat ears?"

"Your suggestion is really good, oh no... I mean the curse is that your knees can't bend," Oren told the truth.

Hermione...

Harry and Ron ran to the common room.

Harry said, "The first Quidditch Match of the term is about to begin, so let's go ahead."

Ron said, "Don't worry, we Gryffindor have never lost a match against Slytherin! We're guaranteed to win!"

After the two little ones left triumphantly, Hermione tried to take a few steps, but sure enough, her knees wouldn't bend, making her walk look extremely comical.

Seeing Hermione's resentful look, Oren forced back a laugh, pulled out a silver flying broom, and said, "No problem, just ride this to the Quidditch Pitch."

Along the way, many young wizards stared intently at the silver flying broom, almost giving the little witch a red glare.

The two reached a corner of the stands, Neville, showing great tact, offered his seat, saying, "Hermione, you can sit here."

Hermione shook her head and said, "No need, I'm fine standing."

Oren chimed in, "Yes, she's so full she's standing up to digest."

He had barely finished speaking when he received a glare from Hermione.

Neville scratched his head and said, "Alright then."

The match between Gryffindor Quidditch Team and Slytherin Quidditch Team was a brutal Quidditch, incredibly exciting, but it was tough on Hermione as she had been standing for half the game.

Sensing Hermione's increasingly resentful gaze, Oren's CPU was running at full speed.

After 0.114514 seconds of calculation, he pulled out a recliner, and Hermione's eyes became even more resentful.

Oren explained, "I just came up with a solution; I absolutely didn't mean to laugh at you."

Hermione snorted coldly.

"You have to believe me, Hermione. Ugh, this is just making things worse."

Neville: I can't see anything, I can't hear anything.

Helpless Oren could only change the subject, saying, "Look, there's a lion's head over there in Ravenclaw."

Neville said, "That's Luna."

"Oh," Oren nodded. "And what kind of flying broomstick is Ron riding? It looks weird."

Hermione explained, "Nimbus 2000"

"Doesn't look like it? Is it a budget version?"

Hermione said, ":" "It's secondhand."

"Oh~ the most basic version of a beggar's edition."

Hermione...

Hearing the Slytherin chanting "Weasley Is Our King!" in the distance, Oren remarked, "This year's Slytherin are pretty good; they've even resorted to strategy. This is a psychological attack!"

Hermione...

Without the veteran Wood, Gryffindor Quidditch Team never beat Slytherin Quidditch Team in any sense.

As soon as the match ended, Hermione exclaimed, "Let's hurry to the pitch! I have a feeling Harry and the others are about to fight Malfoy!"

"Never mind them, let's find Madam Pomfrey and see if she can find a way to lift your curse."

Hermione asked doubtfully, "Isn't it supposed to automatically dissipate after a while? Don't you have any antidote or anything?"

"What are you talking about! Do I look like the kind of person who interferes in everything?"

Hermione!!!

The two walked out of the Hospital Wing. Pomfrey <Perfect> had been freed from the curse, but he still had some hiccups as a side effect and needed a bottle of medicine to cure them.

As soon as I returned to the lounge, I saw the two little ones playing Wizard's Chess with angry expressions. The pieces seemed to sense the oppressive atmosphere and didn't utter a single harsh word.

Looking at the empty plates next to the two, Oren knew that the Hospital Wing was about to welcome two more distinguished guests.

Ron said angrily, "It was just teaching Malfoy a lesson, and that pink toad suspended me, Harry, George, and Fred from the competition!"

Harry comforted him, "It's alright, just bear with it. Umbridge will definitely be out of a job next year with that toilet paper that Educational Decree Number Twenty-Five, and we'll still be Quidditch Pitch heroes."

Hermione said, "You have more important... hiccup... things to deal with, hiccup. You should go to the Hospital Wing and get your knee checked, hiccup."

Two little ones???

They tried to stand up but were horrified to find that their knees wouldn't move.

"Hiccup" 3

Oren felt like he was in a pond full of toads; his head was buzzing and he couldn't concentrate on his book at all.

Oren dragged his chair to Neville and Seamus's table, and the three little ones came over, squeezed past the two, and sat down next to Oren.

"Hiccup" 3

Oren...

The three children chased Oren around the Gryffindor Tower, and as they passed a window, Hermione exclaimed, "Hagrid's Hut is lit up!"

Ron said, "Don't rush, wait until we burp, then go see him."

Three pairs of resentful eyes looked at Oren.

Oren!!!