Dumbledore VS Voldemort

Oren, without batting an eye, asked, "Keep running! Why have you slowed down?"

Hermione gasped, "I can't go on... I can't run anymore."

"Alright, then I won't run away." Oren casually summoned a small ball of Fiendfyre.

The two Death Eaters couldn't stop in time and plunged headlong into the Fiendfyre.

"Oren! You killed them both?"

"No, I was just feeling a bit cold. Those two accidentally turned into firewood."

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Didn't you kill him anyway?"

"Hey, hey, hey, why are we holding the tree responsible when a pig ran into one? Hermione, you'd better never go to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, or you'll definitely be a corrupt official."

Hermione pouted and said, "Fine, I'm not going to bother with it then."

"Huh? Why are you just abandoning us? Hermione, shouldn't you be nagging and starting your sermons?"

"Don't think I didn't hear it, those two guys cast several Killing Curse at us."

The two sat down on the collapsed bookshelf, Hermione exclaimed, "Look! Those are fireworks! The twins are going to blow this place up!"

"Not really," Oren shook his head, "But all these crystal balls in this room are definitely ruined."

Hermione asked worriedly, "Won't the Ministry of Magic cause us trouble?"

"No, their attention is definitely on Voldemort. The director here should thank us for helping him settle things."

Hermione...

"Oren, look! The twins and Neville are trapped by two Death Eaters!"

"Don't panic, everything will be alright. That cautious lunatic Moody will take care of everything."

Moody, the psychopath, was four bookshelves away from them...

Sure enough, some unknown curse struck down the Death Eaters.

Oren suggested, "This is going a bit too far with the fish; let's go find Harry instead."

"No rush, the fireworks aren't over yet."

Oren...

"Okay then."

Moody rolling his eyes wildly...

The fireworks were over, and there were no more intact bookshelves left in the room.

"Let's go, Hermione. I reckon the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix are already at war."

The two walked through the ruins of the room to the doorway, looking at the hall with twelve doors.

The hall was now in complete chaos. Harry and Ron, the two unlucky ones, had been caught in the crossfire of the big shots' battle, and the two kids were already bruised and battered.

Oren picked up a rock and smashed it hard into Will's fat buttocks.

Are you here to perform in the fireworks show?

Will nodded with a wry smile, replacing the poison curse he was about to unleash with the Cruciatus Curse.

This changed the nature of the entire melee. Cruciatus Curse flew everywhere, and every now and then, a few desperate Killing Curse were unleashed.

Ginny and Luna also ran to the door. Ginny asked, "I don't think I saw Harry's godfather, Sirius Black."

Hermione explained, "The Order of the Phoenix won't let him fight in a wheelchair."

The twins and Neville also hid by the door, while Harry and Ron were dragged there by Lupin.

The young wizards all glared at Oren and Hermione with dead fish eyes. Ginny and Luna were covered in soot, the twins and Neville were blackened by the fireworks, and Harry and Ron had been beaten into a pulp.

Orion and Hermione, on the other hand, didn't get much dust on them.

"What are you looking at us for? You're all noobs, that's why you got chased so badly."

Lupin, who was guarding the door, couldn't stand it anymore and complained, "Oren, you haven't even broken a sweat!"

"So it's my fault?"

Lupin...

A gray, bald-headed man walked out of a door, exuding a cool and sophisticated vibe, but lacking a nose made him rather ugly.

Harry exclaimed, "Voldemort!"

The bald-headed boy looked over, and the young wizards all shuddered in fright.

Hermione pinched Oren and said, "You're shaking too much. With acting skills like that, you're only fit to be a ticket seller in a theater."

Oren...

Those Death Eaters were still able to move gravitated towards Voldemort.

With a flash of light, Headmaster Dumbledore appeared in the hall, exuding an air of authority, though unfortunately his nose was crooked.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix retreated behind Headmaster Dumbledore.

However, some of the the Saints, who were only minor figures compared to Dumbledore, were eager to try their luck.

Oren's anticipated showdown wasn't as spectacular as he had imagined.

Voldemort and Dumbledore first exchanged spells, which looked like electric welding.

"Dumbledore!" Voldemort summoned a Fiendfyre and lunged at the headmaster.

Hermione asked in a low voice, "Is this Fiendfyre very powerful?"

Oren curled his lip. "It's nothing special, not even worth mentioning, you still need to practice."

Little wizards...

Lupin...

Headmaster Dumbledore easily blocked Voldemort's sneak attack, and the Fiendfyre, under Oren's covert interference, only made a loud noise.

Oren exclaimed, "Look, it's the headmaster's turn!"

Harry retorted, "I want to see it too!"

Ron chimed in, "It's a pity we can't open our eyes."

Everyone...

Dumbledore summoned a giant water sphere, which thoroughly washed Voldemort.

The bald-headed wizard inside the water sphere transformed into a cloud of black mist and rushed towards the young wizards, seemingly trying to get revenge on Harry.

Harry's bracelet emitted a white light, and the boot made of light slammed into the black mist.

Voldemort in black mist. "I will definitely be back!"

Oren???

The few Death Eaters who were still able to move also took the opportunity to escape, Dumbledore his hand to create a soundproof barrier.

Oren flattered, "You're really strong, Headmaster. You dominated Voldemort the whole time. Could you teach me that big water ball move?"

Dumbledore blinked and said, "Water Prison Spell? Sure, you can. Actually, child, you can develop some spells yourself. Your Fiendfyre is quite powerful; you could research it."

"Principal, I'm a bit rebellious. You asked me to study fire, so I'll definitely have to dabble in water too."

"That child, you must study Dark Magic diligently in the future."

"Principal, I'll listen to whatever you say."

Dumbledore...

"Ahem," Will interrupted, "Young Master, Moody wants to send those Death Eaters back to Azkaban."

"Will that work? Shouldn't we send them home?" Oren said. "I'll set an example of putting family aside for the greater good. Will, you go and send Lucius on his way."

"For the sake of our cause, I have no choice but to reluctantly accept that my cousin Narcissa is now a widow."

Lucius!!!

"Ahem," Dumbledore said, "Let's send them to Azkaban instead."

Oren curled his lip. "Will, go tell the Dementors that Mr. Lucius is no ordinary person, and remember to 'take good care' of him."

The Minister for Magic and numerous Auror who arrived when Dumbledore was washing Voldemort must have had their jaws dislocated.

Oren whispered to Will, "Prepare to send Fudge's political career on its way, and then let Sirius Black steal his political legacy."

"Sirius Black is still in a wheelchair," Will thoughtfully reminded him.

"It's not like you hurt your mouth, it's not a big problem."

Will...

Oren shoved Dumbledore and said, "Go tell the Ministry of Magic to clean up this mess, be firm, okay?"

Dumbledore...

Fudge slumped to the ground, knowing that his ministerial position was over.