Headmaster Black

Hermione was doing her homework in the common room, copying down passages from Oren as she wrote them.

She gripped her quill pen tightly in anger and said furiously, "You copied my homework without even bothering to correct it! Both of our papers have a 100% plagiarism rate!"

"Okay, I'll change a few commas next time," Oren said again, "Hi Luna."

Ron retorted, "Look closely, that's Harry!"

"Sorry, I mistook you for someone else because of your similar appearance. Harry, what kind of decadent lifestyle have you been living?"

Harry sat down in the chair blankly, his expression vacant, practically drooling.

Oren acted decisively, pinching Harry's thigh.

"Hiss~ I'm awake! I'm awake! Oren, let go of me!"

Hermione asked worriedly, "Harry, what's wrong?"

"Sigh~ This is from practicing Occlumency; the side effects are quite severe."

Harry whispered again, "I forgot to drink my Potions last night, and I dreamt of a man named Rookwood delivering a letter to the You-Know-Who."

"Rookwood, right? Do you know where he is?" Oren scribbled on a piece of parchment.

Harry said, "It must be the Ministry of Magic, or at least someone who worked there."

Hermione asked, "What are you doing, Oren?"

"Write to Will and ask him to look into this Rookwood."

"Just checking? That's not like you at all!" Hermione asked incredulously.

Oren rolled her eyes at her. "It's an integrated investigation and crackdown, isn't it?"

The three little ones...

"By the way, I just saw that Pink Toad posted another piece of scrap paper. Do any of you three know what it says?"

Ron shrugged. "No the Quibbler allowed, just because of Harry's interview."

Oren nodded and said, "This is a publicity stunt for 'The Quibbler '."

Hermione whispered, "Shh~ Don't talk, listen carefully."

Harry asked, puzzled, "What's that noise? Who's crying... so hysterically?"

Ron suggested, "Let's go take a look."

As soon as the group arrived at the castle gate, they saw Trelawney had already been thrown out of the castle along with her luggage.

"Is she going to be fired?" Hermione asked sympathetically, though the upturned corners of her mouth looked rather strange.

Oren said, "That's not important. This pink toad dares to evade the principal and expel a professor? That's more than just arrogant."

In the end, it was Headmaster Dumbledore intervened and kept Trelawney, while also bringing a new Divination professor.

It was Firenze, a familiar face to everyone, who was now somewhat disheveled, with a bruised and swollen face.

Oren asked, "That's strange. According to Centaur tradition, Bane didn't kill you before you started working at Hogwarts?"

"Cough cough," Firenze said, "It's mainly because I run fast."

The three little ones...

"Were they expelled from the Forbidden Forest?"

Firenze nodded. "You guessed right, Oren."

"It's nothing, just wait twenty minutes, I'll take care of it for you."

Thirty minutes later, Oren returned with a pained expression.

"Good news, Firenze, the order to expel you has been rescinded."

Firenze said with admiration, "Oren, you're a really amazing little wizard! You actually managed to persuade Bane!"

Oren pulled out a brand-new contract and said, "Bad news, you've been sold to Hogwarts by Bane."

Firenze: "Huh?"

Days passed, and Voldemort made no move. Just when Oren thought that the second-generation Dark Lord was preparing to retire, Will sent a letter saying that there had been an attack by Death Eaters.

Little Nurmengard.

"Tell me, where did the You-Know-Who Will attack? The Ministry of Magic, the International Confederation of Wizards, or Gringotts?"

Will said with a strange expression, "No, it was your grain store that was attacked."

Oren???

"Wait, how did selling two bags of rice offend this You-Know-Who? Fine, just tell me how much I lost."

Will's lips twitched. "No losses. Those Death Eaters were defeated by Moody. He chased them for several blocks and almost wiped them all out."

"That can't be right, what would this You-Know-Who want?" Oren slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Oh no, he's after the headmaster!"

Will!!!

"Young Master, what should we do? How can we help Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"It's too late. The You-Know-Who will definitely use Fudge's fragile heart to get the headmaster removed from office."

"The most urgent thing is to send a letter to the principal, to prepare for my ascension to the principal's position... no, I mean, to take over the mess he left behind after he leaves."

Oren gave Will a knowing look.

Will...

As expected, the Daily Prophet reported the following day that Dumbledore had secretly organized a group of people to overthrow the Ministry of Magic.

From the Room of Requirement, Will reported, "Fudge has already led a group to the Headmaster's Office to force his hand."

"Investigate further and report again"

Will returned shortly after and said, "Headmaster Dumbledore gave Fudge and the others a good beating, and now everyone from the Ministry of Magic except Umbridge has left."

"That's enough, let's get started! Will, you deal with Umbridge, I'm going to the Headmaster's Office to take over."

Will...

Headmaster's Office, Oren straightened his chair and said to the Sorting Hat, "Old Hat, do you think the Sorting House should be the Documentation House or the Sorting House by Lots?"

The Sorting Hat chimed in, "They're all great, and very creative!"

Oren nodded in satisfaction. "Then you, the Sorting Hat, will be in charge of the sorting."

Sorting Hat...

If it could, it really wanted to wipe a cold sweat from its brow.

The Headmaster's Office fell silent for a moment, save for the occasional muttering from an old man's portrait, "Look, this is a descendant of the Black family."

Will walked into the Headmaster's Office, wiped the ketchup off his hands with a towel, and said, "Umbridge is under control."

"So fast? Did you use Imperius Curse?"

"It's a powerful memory restoration technique; she's already recruited a Muggle archduke who assassinated someone in Sarajevo."

Oren nodded in satisfaction.

"By the way, young master, I also intercepted a letter in her office reporting something about Dumbledore bacteria. What do you think we should do with it?"

"Keep it in the middle, Will. Tomorrow you'll teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. That position is cursed, so you'll substitute as a Transfiguration assistant."

Will asked cautiously, "Will this allow me to escape the curse?"

"Of course, Umbridge will bear the brunt of the curse."

Professor McGonagall walked into the Headmaster's Office carrying a large stack of documents.

The old lady smiled very kindly, but Oren always felt there was something malicious in that smile.

"Please have Headmaster Black Oren Black approve the school's repair expense list."

Oren breathed a sigh of relief. It was just money; he had plenty of gold.

"Professor McGonagall, just a moment, let me see... 1, 2, 3... 8, 10, 9... wait a minute? How many zeros are there?"

"What are you trying to do, Professor McGonagall? Are you going to plaster the outer walls of Hogwarts with gold bricks? Even if you were to use the Philosopher's Stone to knock gold, it would take all night!"

"Ahem," Professor McGonagall explained, "Hogwarts is so old, it's normal for maintenance to be a bit expensive. Also, some of the tunnels under the castle need to be backfilled, otherwise it would be too unsafe."

Oren instructed, "Will, go see if Headmaster Dumbledore has gone far. If not, call him back."

Will...