Brockdale Bridge

A few days after the holiday started, the young wizards left early, with only a few professors still staying.

Headmaster's Office, Oren listened to Will's report and said, "Not bad. We successfully rescued Amelia Bones. I really didn't expect that You-Know-Who to be so capable of causing trouble."

"Yes, it's near the Muggle Prime Minister, and in a locked room."

Oren quipped, "Chamber of Secrets murder, huh? By the way, where did Headmaster Dumbledore go again?"

He is still at Riddle House.

"What's the principal doing there again? Is he really that busy?"

Will shrugged. How would he know about the big boss's affairs?

A green flame flickered in the fireplace, and Grindelwald emerged carrying the half-dead Dumbledore.

Oren: "What happened? Did you get bitten by a rice dumpling?"

"It's a curse," Grindelwald replied. "The Gaunt family ring is a Horcrux, Albus somehow ended up wearing it, which resulted in him being cursed."

"The headmaster's condition isn't too serious; he won't die anytime soon," Oren said to Will. "Summon the Privy Councilman to the palace...and call Professor Snape to the Headmaster's Office."

Will...

The rescue operation began quickly; Snape was boiling water for the Philosopher's Stone bath, Will was carrying various materials.

Grindelwald said worriedly, "The curse is draining Albus's life force."

"It's alright, we have plenty of Philosopher's Stone," Oren said, picking up a basin. "Da Lang drank his medicine... ptooey, ptooey, the headmaster drank Elixir of Life."

Dumbledore...

If he had the energy to speak, he would definitely complain: Who Potions a washbasin to hold their potions?

Seeing the headmaster hesitate, Oren gently reassured him, "We live in the Wizarding World, so we don't have to worry about water poisoning. We can finish this basin and there are still three more to go."

Dumbledore...

After drinking four basins of medicine, Dumbledore full that his eyes rolled back in his head.

Grindelwald asked, "With so much Elixir of Life, it should last for a few years, right?"

Snape said coldly, "A few hours."

"There's nothing we can do, our Philosopher's Stone isn't pure," Oren explained.

Will, being a former dark wizard, was very good at reading people. He handed Dumbledore a bowl of concentrated Elixir of Life.

Dumbledore...

After eating the porridge, Old Deng felt much better.

"Child, could we make a puppet... and transfer the curse onto it as well?"

Everyone???

Old Deng explained, "This is a good opportunity. If I can successfully fake my death, Tom will jump out without any scruples."

The client had already made demands, so Oren just had to do the work. But while simmering bone broth, he muttered to himself, "Such good ingredients, how great it would have been to make Jerusalem, why did they have to make Old Deng?"

Dumbledore...

Thanks to the selfless sacrifice of numerous bullfrogs and Acromantula, Oren's surgery was extremely precise, easily removing the curse and saving Dumbledore at least four large vats of potions.

Having settled everything, Oren asked curiously, "What could possibly cause the headmaster's unstable Dao heart to be directly affected?"

Grindelwald tossed him a ring and said, "I don't know."

"It is the Resurrection Stone. It can summon the souls of the dead, but that is not resurrection. Do not be deceived by its power," Dumbledore said weakly.

"Huh?" Oren asked in shock, "Aren't they all supposed to refuse to be reincarnated?"

"What if I use the Resurrection Stone to trace the souls and then use a large amount of magic to forcibly pull the souls of the deceased out?"

"That wouldn't be a true resurrection," Dumbledore said, shaking his head.

Oren pointed to the bone broth. "What if we welded the soul back into its original body? Would the main idea be to use the original broth to digest the original food?"

Dumbledore admitted he was somewhat tempted, Snape acted immediately.

He brought over a bowl and said, "These are Peter Pettigrew's bones; we can try them."

Everyone!!!

They tried and failed; Peter Pettigrew appeared and disintegrated into a puddle of mud within seconds.

Grindelwald's eyes gleamed with a strange light as he said, "Well, it's not entirely hopeless."

The people in the Headmaster's Office had eyes that shone like searchlights, leaving Oren stunned.

The two old Duncans, their clones, and Snape all left in a hurry.

Oren glanced at Will, looking confused.

Will shrugged and said, "Everyone has regrets."

"Um... Great philosopher, what I meant was that you need to clean this place up. We can't use magic now; we'll need the materials next time."

Looking at Peter Pettigrew (liquid version), Will put on the Pain Mask.

In the following days, the Order of the Phoenix once again implemented a monarch offline system, and the two old Dengs were nowhere to be seen.

At a fast food restaurant on the street, Oren complained, "It's just fish and chips, can't they offer anything else?"

Will explained, "That's all there is on this street, really. Just bear with it, young master."

Oren, leaving the Daily Prophet behind, said, "That Rufus Scrimgeour has a lion's head all he wants; I thought he could capture Death Eaters?"

"In the end, they arrested the Knight Bus, that boastful ticket seller. His toughness wasn't quite effective."

The two chatted freely about the Wizarding World in the Muggle fast food restaurant, since the Muggle in the restaurant had been taken over by dark wizards.

Oren's methods are already reminiscent of the three generations of Dark Lord; these ordinary people are definitely going to suffer Obliviate today.

"Will, look at how many dead people lost in today's lottery?"

"Three now, young master. The Death Eaters have become much more cautious since we rescued Amelia," Will added, trying to salvage the situation. "While we're not good at rescues, we've done a pretty good job at revenge."

Oren rubbed his temples. "The new Ministry of Magic is hardly up to the task. We should put Sirius Black in the Ministry of Magic; I think he's been having a bit too much of a hard time these past few days."

Sirius Black had just learned to walk, felt a chill run down his spine.

A dark wizard burst into the fast food restaurant shouting, "The Death Eaters are attacking the bridge!"

"Let's join in too!" Oren waved his hand. "This You-Know-Who thinks he can threaten the Minister for Magic? If anyone's going to threaten anyone, it'll be me."

Will...

When the group arrived, the bridge had been twisted into a pretzel by magic.

Despite having no combat experience, Oren automatically awakened two skills: "Go with me" and "Give me a go".

"Send a few men to rescue those unlucky guys, the rest of you are for me!"

The Order of the Order of the Phoenix's surprise attack halted the Death Eaters ' dismantling of the bridge.

The battle between the two sides resembled a fireworks display, with colorful flames flying everywhere.

The fat man Will, was sent flying, arcing through the air and landing next to Oren, who was watching the spectacle.

"Keep up the good work and drive back those Death Eaters!"

"Young master! It's not that our army is incompetent, but the enemy has a master. Why don't you personally step in and show your skills?"

Oren rolled his eyes. "I'm saving my special move for the surprise of You-Know-Who. If you can't beat him, just stall for time. I'll call Headmaster Dumbledore for help."

Will...

The spells on both sides grew increasingly intense, and in the end, the Death Eaters retreated.

Oren said with satisfaction, "I think these Death Eaters are pretty useless; they collapsed after only a few minutes."

Will, panting, said, "They threatened the Minister for Magic that they would dismantle the bridge if we didn't surrender."

"So what?"

"After our intervention, it seems that even the bridge piers have been demolished."

"Cough cough cough," Oren retorted, "Intense fighting is normal. Besides, didn't we rescue everyone who fell into the water? I declare this special military operation a victory."

Will...