Department of Mysteries

Harry said, "So when I saw Sirius Black being tortured in the Department of Mysteries, was it because You-Know-Who wanted to trick me into going there?"

"I've always found it strange that You-Know-Who usually starts with the Unforgivable Curses, so why would he have the time to torment Sirius Black?"

"You guessed right!" Oren said, touched. "Looks like you and Ron are different. At least you can get an extra two ounces of brains from killing him."

Two little ones...

Hermione asked, "Then what should we do?"

"Of course we'll play along," Oren said, patting Harry on the shoulder. "Let's go all the way. You go assemble your firepower team, we're going to rescue Sirius Black!"

Harry...

The three little ones left for a few minutes and returned with a group of helpers.

Oren complained, "I told you to recruit some conscripts to form a bandit army, and you brought all your relatives and friends?"

Harry said somewhat embarrassedly, "The first people I thought of asking for help were the members of the Dumbledore's Army."

Neville said firmly, "We heard Harry was gathering people to fight You-Know-Who, so we came."

The twins. "We can't miss out on something this fun!"

"Tsk~" Oren said, "Harry, you've got some influence, haven't you? Come find me after you graduate, and I'll appoint you as the Scotland envoy!"

Harry???

Hermione interrupted, "Let's hurry to the Ministry of Magic, using your portal."

Ron cautioned, "Remember, this is the Ministry of Magic in England, don't go to the wrong place."

Oren...

The group came to a street, and there was a phone booth across the street.

Oren then casually finished off an unfortunate Muggle with a Obliviate."

Neville exclaimed, "Cool! Is that Memory Charm?"

"Perhaps it's because of this magic that the Crumple-Horned Snorkack is so mysterious," Luna's ethereal voice rang out.

The crowd squeezed into the phone booth, Oren dialed a number.

The phone rang, Hermione answered with a strange expression, saying, "Not a number? Oren, what number did you just dial?"

"10086"

Ron rolled his eyes and said, "The Ministry of Magic's number is 62442."

Oren scratched his head and said, "Sorry, this is muscle memory."

Everyone...

The phone booth descended like an elevator, and the group arrived at an empty lobby.

Hermione scoffed, "Nobody in the Ministry of Magic? This is clearly a trap!"

She tugged at Oren's sleeve again and asked, "What should we do next?"

"What do you mean, what should I do?" Oren said. "I'm just a weak, pitiful, and helpless fifth-grade wizard. What good ideas could I possibly have?"

Looking at Oren, who was acting as timid as Neville, a first-year student, Harry rolled his eyes and said, "Let's go to the Department of Mysteries first."

On the way Hermione asked in a low voice, "Oren, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to cover for you all. If you guys mess things up, I'll just have to tearfully slaughter all the Death Eaters."

Hermione...

Harry shouted, "This is it! It's behind this door!"

The twins worked together to pull the door, then shook their heads and said, "The door is locked."

Harry???

"Get out of the way, you bunch of disgraceful bastards!" Oren pulled out his wand and used it as a crowbar to pry open the door.

Ginny asked, "Won't this break the wand?"

"No," Ron shrugged. "We suspect Oren's wand is made of ironwood with a steel core."

Ginny...

Harry looked at the open door and said, "Should we leave a few people to guard the door?"

Oren interrupted, "Defend my ass! What, you want to play some tactics? Want these kids to give you a CQB (Close Quarters Battle) demonstration?"

Fred reminded him, "Although I don't know what you're talking about..."

George: "But we're two years older than you."

Oren...

The group was stunned the moment they entered the room.

Harry: "Ron, do you know which door to go through?"

Ron shook his head. "There are twelve doors here, I don't know which way to go."

Hermione looked at Oren.

"Don't look at me, I don't recognize this formation either. The only thing we can do now is open all the doors and take a look."

Everyone...

With a sigh, Harry directed everyone to open the doors one by one.

Harry shouted, "What's behind that door?"

Hermione said, "A huge pit, and an archway—something's definitely not right here. We'd better get away."

Harry called out again, "Oren, what about you?"

"Behind this door are canisters of brains. This place must be a brain storage facility. We should put a Inferi inside."

Harry...

Neville shouted, "I can't open this door!"

"Guys! I think I've found the right place," George shouted.

Behind that door were bookshelves and crystal balls. Harry said, "Let's go to row ninety-seven, let's hurry."

The group counted the bookshelves and made their way to bookshelf number ninety-seven.

Oren whispered a reminder: "Pick up the crystal ball with your name on it."

Harry did as instructed.

As if a quest item had been triggered, a group of people instantly jumped out and surrounded them.

Lucius said, "Very well, Potter, now give him to me."

Oren just wanted to roll his eyes. Didn't these guys even know to wear hooded bandit masks when they came out on business?

Lucius added, "Oren Black? Kid, you shouldn't be helping Potter. Now help me deal with them, and I'll put in a good word for you with the Dark Lord."

The three little ones...

Turning the third-in-command of the Order of the Phoenix against him at the last minute, Uncle Lucius, you've got some serious skills.

Oren almost lost his temper and unleashed a burst of Fiendfyre, but he began to play dumb.

Lucius curled his lip; just as Draco had said, it was Troll.

"Give them to them, there are too many of them," Hermione whispered again. "Anyway, Headmaster Dumbledore has already made preparations, they definitely can't take them."

Harry for a moment, then chose between keeping it and handing it over... and smashed the crystal ball.

Everyone!!!

Oren whispered, "Oh no, without the crystal ball, they can only capture Harry and you're done for."

Harry!!!

"Shall we run together?"

"Let's split up and run," Oren muttered under his breath. "We're little wizards, our main theme is scattering and escaping. Harry, with acting skills like yours, you'd only be good enough to sell lunchboxes on set."

Harry...

After the smoke from the shattered crystal ball completely dissipated, Lucius, who had heard the few words uttered within the smoke, shouted.

"Grab them!"

Harry shouted, "I've heard Voldemort is a bastard!"

After shouting, he grabbed Ron and ran.

Ron: Listen, thank you...

Oren grabbed Hermione and ran, saying as they went, "Harry's a good guy, now ninety percent of the firepower is being drawn to him."

Hermione shouted, "Run! Two Death Eaters are catching up!"

Ginny and Luna, who had run away from the bookshelf next to the two of them, chanted a spell.

"Reducto!"

The bookshelves collapsed like dominoes.

Hermione exclaimed, "Ginny's spell is really powerful!"

Oren quipped, "He must have inherited some of Voldemort's skills."

Ginny next door almost fell.

"Stop daydreaming, Oren, keep running! Those two Death Eaters are catching up!"

After a series of twists and turns, Oren impatiently shouted, "Why are you still chasing me? Does Voldemort give you hundreds of Galleon a month?"

Two Death Eaters...