Resurrecting Lily

Harry suggested, "Let's hurry over to George and Fred's joke shop!"

Ginny chimed in, "Yes, I've been curious about that for a long time too."

After finishing their ice cream, the group headed to the joke shop. Seeing an advertisement for U-No-Poo outside, Oren knew that if the You-Know-Who were to attack Diagon Alley again, this shop would definitely be targeted.

Hermione picked up a bottle of perfume and said, "This perfume smells exactly like Oren's; they must be the same scent, right?"

Ginny sniffed it too and said, "They don't smell at all, they're very different."

"I'm not bragging," Oren explained, "Based on my years of experience, that perfume contains over 99% Amortentia."

Hermione blushed instantly, Ginny gave a knowing smile.

George exclaimed, "My God, Fred! Oren has cracked our secret formula!"

"Don't worry, George, I bet he has no idea what the remaining one percent of the formula is."

"The remaining one percent is impurities; your Potions skills still need improvement."

twin...

George patted Hermione on the shoulder and said, "Look how red you are, you're practically turning into a celebrity!"

Fred pulled Ginny along and said, "Come on, let me show you something else."

The three walked quite a distance before George turned back and said, "You have to consider the patient's constitution when it comes to Amortentia. If it's for that beast Oren, we'd better get a few more barrels."

Hermione...

Oren...

"Ahem, Oren, that..."

"Crunch, crunch, crunch," Ron peeked from a short distance away, cracking a cookie in his mouth.

The twins and Ginny glared at him fiercely, and Ron nearly choked on his cookie in shock.

Harry sighed: I was smart enough to just use the Invisibility Cloak.

Oren waved his hand and said, "Our sweet potatoes and potatoes... they're childhood sweethearts, no need for further explanation."

Hermione covered her face, stomped her feet, and ran to the other side of the shop.

Oren shrugged at the eavesdropping crowd, who rolled their eyes. Although it wasn't what they wanted to see, there was at least some progress.

Ten minutes later, as everyone prepared to pay and leave, Harry bought a Pygmy Puff. Oren was very skeptical about his purpose in buying it, and sure enough, when they got into the car, the Puffskein was already in Ginny.

Ron was ripped off by the twins for various reasons, while Hermione was bewildered by the Amortentia they forced on her.

In the passenger seat, Oren said to Will, who was driving, "That's a nice reconstruction of Diagon Alley. How many Galleon did it cost?"

Will said, "It didn't cost any money. The Ministry of Magic provided all the materials, and we provided all the personnel. The only thing I know is that Diagon Alley's taxes have already been collected until after 2025."

Oren...

It was evening, in a Chamber of Secrets in Little Nurmengard.

Oren and Snape were intently simmering the bone broth, Nicolas Flamel was, as usual, quietly acting as a backup, and Grindelwald was anxiously waiting for the results.

After putting the last large bowl of ingredients into the pot, Oren used a large slotted spoon to scoop out a sleazy-looking fat man.

"Hmph hmph hmph hmph hmph!" Peter Pettigrew was in a fit of rage for a while before he came to his senses.

He exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? I'm not dead!"

Snape checked each indicator expressionlessly, and after confirming that the last one was also fine, he said...

"We succeeded."

The two old men started chattering away, while Snape, expressionless, cast a Killing Curse, sending Peter Pettigrew away once again.

"Alright, you old folks, quiet down! I hereby declare the experiment a success. Everyone, go home and get some sleep; it's getting late."

Snape clearly didn't intend for this to happen; he struggled to lift Oren Apparition.

"Hey, damn it, where did I end up? Isn't this Godric's Hollow?"

"The people I want to resurrect will be buried here."

"My dear Half-Blood Prince professor, are you saying that I, the third-in-command of the Order of the Phoenix, the Governor of England, and the Executive Vice-Headmaster of Hogwarts, am coming to accompany you on a tomb raiding expedition in the middle of the night?"

Snape's usually expressionless face was now filled with urgency.

"Yes, I've been waiting for this day for a long time. I'm begging you."

Oren picked at his ear and said, "What did you say?"

I'm begging you.

"Hmph! Awesome!" Oren said, hands on his hips. "It's rare to see Half-Blood Prince like you asking for favors. Enough said, lead the way."

The two walked through the town and came to a church.

Oren picked up a Luoyang shovel and started digging a hole, complaining, "Honestly, is this gold or silver buried underground? Why do I have to dig it out with my bare hands?"

Snape didn't retort; instead, he carefully dug a hole.

With Oren Black, the human excavator, digging up a coffin lid in just a few minutes, he even lit the candles on the spot.

"Professor Lai, take this holy sword of physics; the task of opening the coffin is entrusted to you."

Snape meticulously examined the bones inside, just like an archaeologist.

Daylight broke, and the candles had long since burned out. Oren grumbled, "All done? Let's go."

Snape stretched out his wand and fired alternating bursts of fire and frost into the coffin.

"Professor, if I remember correctly, there's a skeleton inside, right?"

"It's James Potter," Snape said through gritted teeth.

"So you're using Harry's own father as a quenching agent?"

Snape finished him off with a final Fiendfyre, and Oren checked—well, not a single ash remained.

"Not the professor? What if Sirius Black wants to resurrect James?"

"Then have him come find me."

Oren...

Poor Oren couldn't sleep after returning home; he was forcibly conscripted to revive Lily.

Dumbledore returned to the gates of Little Nurmengard with a large pile of odds and ends.

Oren asked, "Headmaster, have you dealt with those big shots in the Wizarding World?"

"Not yet, the child has only finalized a small part of the deal. Oh, by the way, these are the gifts I brought back for you."

Oren pointed to the bananas on the bicycle and said, "What's so special about these?"

"Not very sweet, quite unique. Alright, kid, get ready and let's begin the resurrection magic."

Oren...

After spending ten minutes finally tidying up the pile of clutter, Oren slapped his thigh and yelled, "Oh no! I've become Odebiao!" as he mounted his bicycle.

Back in the Chamber of Secrets, Professor McGonagall was there, along with a few of the usual old men.

Thanks to Peter Pettigrew's selfless dedication, Oren mastered the resurrection magic with ease.

Snape used a padded strainer to scoop the person out and handed him to the old witch working for Grindelwald.

"Everyone knows Lily was killed by the You-Know-Who, so she'd better stay at Hogwarts," Snape said first.

Professor McGonagall said, "Yes, she should stay at Hogwarts and become the Headmaster's secretary."

"No!" Grindelwald retorted, "That's my spot."

Snape straightened his collar. "My Defense Against the Dark Arts desperately needs an assistant."

"You're a Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, why would you need an assistant?" Professor McGonagall, like a protective mother hen.

Dumbledore for a moment and said, "Let him be the assistant to the Transfiguration."

Snape gritted his teeth, while Oren exclaimed, "Brilliant!"