Deathly Hallows

Harry was depressed for several days until he talked to Sirius Black and it finally calmed him down.

Will also confiscated the fireworks the twins had placed in various locations.

However, they didn't return the items to the two of them in the end; they were all burned on the open ground, and the scene was quite spectacular.

In Professor McGonagall's office, she rolled her eyes at Oren was slumped in his chair, and said, "Now we need to discuss your career after graduation to help you choose what subjects to study next."

"Professor, I've already decided what I want to do in the future."

"Oh? What kind of career do you want to pursue after graduation? Auror or healer? Joining the Ministry of Magic isn't bad either."

"I'm currently starting my own business, and I only have about two hundred men under my command. If that old man Grindelwald supports me, I'm confident I can challenge the International Confederation of Wizards."

Professor McGonagall grabbed Oren's ear and said, "Starting a business, huh? Want to mess with the International Confederation of Wizards, huh?"

"Auror! I want to be Auror when I grow up! A healer is fine too."

Ignoring his nonsense, Professor McGonagall tossed Oren out of her office.

She rubbed her temples. She figured she should leave the child to Dumbledore to guide; she couldn't possibly mentor him at all.

Hermione outside the door, asked curiously, "What do you want to do after graduation? Why were the professor's comments so... intense?"

"I need career guidance? I'm young and own a company, with over two hundred employees!"

The three little ones...

"You have the nerve to talk back to me? Have you prepared for your O.W.L. Examinations? Have you memorized the content for the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam?"

Ron said, "Although that Professor Will looks like Peter Pettigrew, he's really capable, a good teacher, and has a good sense of humor."

Harry complained, "The only downside is that they've added an extra class every week. Their ability to exploit people is no less Oren's!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "What can we do? Umbridge didn't teach us anything all semester. Oh, and it's been a long time since I've seen that guy."

"She just stays in her office," Harry said. "I've sneaked into her office to observe her, and I always felt like Pink Toad had gone a bit mad."

Oren agreed, saying, "Perhaps Will went a little too far with the Cruciatus Curse."

"Hiss~" Ron gasped. "As expected, people who look like Peter Pettigrew are all wicked. Oren, are you getting revenge on the pink toad?"

"No, I have one good point: I never hold grudges against the dead."

Oren pinched Hermione's lips shut. "Of course I didn't do it. Grindelwald will definitely send Pink Toad, who made things difficult for the headmaster, on his way. Maybe Fudge will get one too."

Hermione slapped Oren's hand away and said, "Can't we go through the normal procedure to send the pink toad to Azkaban?"

"Can't? You think you can convince Grindelwald? You don't even have a magic spell, and you're just trying to persuade that old man with your words? You're more impressive than Tang Sanzang!"

Hermione???

Ron sighed. "Tomorrow is the game between Gryffindor Quidditch Team and Ravenclaw. Do you think we can win?"

"Of course" 3

This was just talk; everyone thought the Ravenclaw team would utterly crush the hastily recruited Gryffindor thieves and their army.

On the day of the competition, the situation was more intense than expected.

Harry asked, "Can Ron stop that ball?"

Oren: "Of course not, let me preface this by saying I'm incompetent."

"He's blocked it! Ron's blocked it!" Hermione exclaimed.

Oren rubbed his eyes and said, "Okay, I can."

Then Ginny caught the Golden Snitch right in front of Cho Chang's nose.

"Holy crap, superhuman!" Oren exclaimed in disbelief, "They actually won!"

Two little ones...

After the competition, Oren didn't celebrate with the lion cubs but went to the Headmaster's Office to handle documents (supervising the portrait work).

Will pushed open the door and entered, saying, "Young Master, there's an urgent telegram."

Where did they all come from?

"They're everywhere," Will said, scratching his head. "The guys keeping watch at the Ministry of Magic said the Malfoy family have a few people they arranged for to evacuate."

"Evacuate?" Oren for a moment and said, "It seems we've put too much pressure on the You-Know-Who."

"Here's what we'll do: go and promote Harry, starting with the story of him defeating You-Know-Who when he was a child."

"And then portray Harry as the kind of man destined to defeat the Dark Lord."

"Headmaster Dumbledore and Mr. Grindelwald need you to hold a meeting, young master," Will, taking out a crystal ball.

"Oh, an online meeting? I understand. You may leave now."

Will...

Activate the crystal ball, and two projection screens appear in the air, completely filled with two old faces.

"Hey~ Principal, aren't you at that Er Mansion? What, did the You-Know-Who's ancestral graves get soaked? You're back to work? I didn't expect you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, to be so ruthless."

Dumbledore...

"Ahem, I've found a clue to the Horcrux."

Grindelwald interrupted, "That Tom guy went to Nurmengard and killed my double."

Oren: "Then bury it quickly, lest it stink over in time."

Grindelwald...

"That guy asked about the Elder Wand."

Dumbledore frowned, while Oren asked curiously, "What the hell is that?"

"The Elder Wand! One of the Deathly Hallows!" Grindelwald scoffed. "Have you even bothered to learn anything about the the Saints? The emblem I designed is Deathly Hallows!"

"I understand perfectly well; I've even read your proposals."

Grindelwald crossed his arms and said, "Tell me, what's so good about my idea?"

Oren pulled a book out from under the chair; the book was covered in dust and had a dent from being pressed down by the chair leg.

"The good thing is, you write a lot and everything you say is correct."

Grindelwald...

Dumbledore explained, "Legend has it that whoever possesses the three Deathly Hallows can become the master of Death."

"That's interesting, Headmaster. This seems more worthy of collection than the relics of the four Founders of Hogwarts."

Dumbledore cautioned, "The Elder Wand only leads people astray in its power..."

Oren waved his hand. "Just collecting things, and becoming the master of death? Even if you told Fang that, Fang wouldn't believe it."

Grindelwald...

"Gellert, I need you to come and help me."

"I'll come after I've taken care of the funeral arrangements," Grindelwald said with a strange expression.

"Child, please take care of the school affairs for me."

"Don't worry, Principal. Minor issues will be handled by the portrait, and I've saved up the major ones for you."

Dumbledore...

After the online meeting ended, Oren, who was preparing to return to the Gryffindor Tower, was pulled to the Room of Requirement by the three little ones.

"Can the three of you please be a little more mature? Especially Ron and Hermione, you're both Prefect now."

Harry said with a strange expression, "I saw the You-Know-Who kidnap Sirius Black."

He then took out a mirror and said, "But I spoke with Sirius Black, and he and Hagrid went to the forest and came back to recuperate from their injuries."

Oren couldn't hold back. "Hahaha, when a three-meter-tall giant invites you to the forest to teach his brother to speak, remember, never agree. That's common sense there."

"It seems the vacation I'm giving Sirius Black will have to be turned into sick leave."

The three little ones...