Mr. Arthur Got Bit on the Butt

Harry said anxiously, "That's not a nightmare, believe me, something must have happened to Mr. Arthur."

"What should we do?" Ron asked anxiously.

Oren: "Let's go, let's go bother... I mean, let's find Headmaster Dumbledore to solve the problem."

The three of them slipped out of the Gryffindor Tower with ease, Oren successfully entered the Headmaster's Office after verifying his identity with facial recognition.

Dumbledore, sleeping peacefully, felt like a pancake that had been flipped over and over several times.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Oren with a mischievous grin on his face, and two little ones with their necks hunched over.

What happened to the child?

Harry said he dreamt that a snake bit Mr. Arthur's butt.

Harry explained, "It wasn't a dream; it was like I turned into that snake."

Oren concluded, "Anyway, Mr. Arthur got bitten on the butt by a snake."

Dumbledore for a moment, then took out a Phoenix Feather and made a phone call (not really).

A moment later, Headmaster Dumbledore said with a strange expression, "Arthur has been bitten on the butt, and Mrs. Molly has already been informed."

"Oren and the other two are in your care. Take them to St Mungo's's to visit Arthur."

The three of them squatted at the entrance of Hogwarts, Harry asked, "When do we leave?"

Oren said, "Don't rush, let me call a guide first."

"We do need to call someone," Ron complained, "Otherwise Oren will teleport us into the sea."

Not long after, Will arrived carrying a scroll of map, and Oren opened a portal.

Harry said, "Where is this? London doesn't look like this, does it?"

Will looked at the map and said, "This place seems to be called Birmingham."

Ron nodded. "Oren, you've made great progress; you didn't even leave England."

Oren...

The four teleported to the entrance of St Mungo's. Oren complained, "Where are we? St Mungo's? Isn't this a construction site?"

Will said, "Young master, please be patient, I'll take you inside right away."

Inside the hospital Ron remarked, "Uncle Will is really skilled at this."

Will...

Oren thought to himself: How could he not be skilled? Isn't it normal for a petty thief to be banished to St Mungo's's?

In the ward, Mr. Arthur lay on the bed groaning. The left side of his buttock, where he had been bitten, was noticeably half the size larger than the right side.

Oren asked, "Mrs. Molly, how is Mr. Arthur's injury?"

Mrs. Molly said with lingering fear, "That snake was venomous; a bite would cause profuse bleeding. Thankfully, someone helped Arthur stop the bleeding."

Mr. Arthur grimaced and said, "Thanks to old Albert... or was his name Abernathy? Anyway, thank you for stopping the bleeding."

Harry asked, "How did he do that?"

Mr. Arthur said, "Glue, he used glue."

Everyone...

"Children, go back and rest. Don't worry about me. In a few days, I'll be a hero again."

Mr. Arthur felt embarrassed by the current situation and began to shoo the young wizards away.

Everyone...

As the three left the ward, a portrait appeared with the words, "Harry Potter, is that right? Headmaster Dumbledore told me to tell you to stay with Oren."

Harry wanted to ask something else, but the portrait completely ignored him.

The portrait said to Oren, "It's been so long since I last visited you, you must have forgotten who I am, right? I am your great-great-grandfather Phineas Black."

"If Dumbledore sent me to keep an eye on Black Ancestral Home, I would have come to find you long ago. I just don't understand what's so interesting about that place, with only pests Doxy."

"Come, child, let me take a good look at you. Of all the talented little wizards like you I've ever seen..."

Oren...

Ron whispered, "My advice is to get out of here quickly."

Oren said, "That makes sense, elbow!"

The three quickly left St Mungo's's, found a deserted alley, opened a portal, and left.

Will!!! I didn't get on the bus! I didn't get on the bus!

Not long after, the Weasley family ' red-haired son was sent to Little Nurmengard.

After Harry came back, he kept drinking Butterbeer, drinking it straight without getting drunk but suffering from bladder pain.

Oren said, "You all know about Mr. Arthur's situation, right?"

George nodded. "That's terrible, your butt is three times its usual size."

Fred asked, "What's wrong with Harry?"

Ron shrugged. "It's probably impossible to tell whether he bit Dad or not."

George said, "Is this considered Prophecy? I never imagined we'd have a Seer among us."

"Think of Trelawney," Oren quipped, "George, your swearing is really foul."

George...

Fred said, "Harry isn't feeling well; we should help him."

Ron asked, "How can I help? Do you have a plan?"

Fred pondered, "Cheering Potion? No, no... Or maybe Obliviate? No, no, that's too outrageous."

George said, "Oren, you have to think of something. Don't you know a lot of traditional crafts?"

"Huh? Are you sure? The traditional way to deal with this kind of insane state is to gather firewood and burn it, are you sure you want to just lightly burn Harry?"

Ginny retorted, "Think of something serious!"

Oren shrugged.

Everyone...

"That's simple," Ron suggested. "Harry just feels unclean because he's possessed by the You-Know-Who, right? Ginny is in the same boat as Harry, so let her go and comfort Harry."

Ginny was underwater the whole time!!!

Oren encouraged him, "Go quickly, and I'll treat you to chicken stew with mushrooms after you've succeeded."

Ginny felt the phantom pain in her wrist starting again.

Fred asked worriedly, "Will Ginny succeed?"

Oren shrugged. "Who knows? We'll just have to try anything, no big deal."

Everyone...

George said, "Should we still notify Sirius Black?"

"Come on," Oren retorted. "If he disappears from Fudge's sight, that big baby will throw a tantrum."

Everyone...

Oren answered a phone call (crossed out), and Phoenix Feather said, "Okay, got it."

At the entrance to Little Nurmengard, Hermione was exhausted and cold, dragging her luggage.

Oren took the luggage and said, "I was wondering why there were magpies chirping today. It turns out we have a distinguished guest! Didn't you go out for the Christmas holidays?"

Hermione crossed her arms. "I told my parents I wanted to study at Hogwarts."

"By the way, you came by the Knight Bus, right?"

Hermione nodded and said, "That's right."

"Don't ride in that car next time; my men almost shot it down."

Hermione!!!

Entering the castle Hermione asked, "How is Harry? Did they catch the snake?"

Harry has returned to his carefree self.

"As for the snake, it's long gone."

Hermione asked in confusion, "Shouldn't we have grabbed the snake immediately?"

Old Deng assumed it was someone's pet, so he didn't pay much attention.

Hermione exclaimed in surprise, "Who would keep a giant python as a pet?!"

"You're making a fuss over nothing. If you hadn't chosen this lousy cat, you could have browsed the pet store more often; they have all kinds of pets."

Crookshanks stared intently at Oren.

"Impossible," Hermione retorted. "I haven't seen any pet stores selling pythons."

"Of course you can't see it; that's an extra charge."

Hermione...