The Old Geezer's Request to Be Resurrected

An empty classroom at Hogwarts.

Grindelwald led an old man into the room.

Oren, dressed in a suit and holding Crookshanks in his arms, asked, "Who are you two old men planning to resurrect?"

Old Deng said with a fawning expression, "Yes, Grindelwald said you... you can resurrect the dead."

Oren nodded and said, "I remember you. You're the grumpy owner of that Hog's Head. You wouldn't even call me a customer when I was drinking Butterbeer there."

Grindelwald said, "What we are actually trying to resurrect is the same person."

"Resurrection is possible, but it costs extra. I also need dragon eggs to make fried rice."

Grindelwald nodded and said, "No problem. I'll go see Scamander in a bit. Aberforth, give the bones to Oren."

A treasure chest was placed on the table, its surface covered with countless magical spells—clearly Wizarding World safe.

"Go back and wait for news. I need to prepare the materials," Oren said, patting the cat's head.

After seeing the two old men off Oren went to look for Snape but couldn't find him. He suspected that the old bat had returned to the crime scene in Godric's Hollow; he vaguely remembered that some criminals did that.

Back in Gryffindor Tower, Professor McGonagall was organizing course selection for the students.

"Neville, you'd better choose Charms."

"Harry, if you want to become Auror, you have to take Potions. Not good enough grades? No materials? No problem, Professor Slughorn will take care of it for you."

"Oren? You actually knew to come back? Looks like I don't need to ask you to choose courses separately anymore."

"Ahem, Professor McGonagall, I'm just picking randomly, it's not very important."

Professor McGonagall nodded. "You're right, child, but you'll have to choose some of the courses."

Oren???

"Not a professor? So many classes conflict with that! And I don't have Time-Turner!"

"Figure it out yourself; you've always had a lot of ideas anyway."

Oren...

The three little ones were gloating...

Before leaving, Professor McGonagall instructed Harry to go find her Transfiguration assistant.

Ron scoffed, "Oh dear, all the classes! Oren, what are we going to do?"

Hermione: "According to the schedule, you're about to go to class; you're the only one of the four of us who needs to attend."

"Heh, what's the point of going to school? Just learn it yourself and then take the exam."

Two little ones...

Hermione: Oh no! It seems like all that suffering in third grade was for nothing!

"I'm not going to waste my breath on you guys," Harry said, getting up. "I'm going to see what my mom prepared for me."

Everyone...

Ten minutes Harry ran back excitedly, saying, "Look what this is! A Potions textbook! I just tried one of the recipes, and it's even better than the one in the textbook!"

Hermione, curious about knowledge, asked, "That's amazing! Whose notes are these?"

"The Half-Blood Prince on the cover, could it be my father's old textbook?"

Oren couldn't help but laugh, "He is indeed your father, but you called Snape Half-Blood Prince too early."

Harry:(╯‵□′)╯┻━┻

"Hey, don't throw it!" Hermione said, picking up the textbook. "Knowledge is innocent; don't waste it!"

Harry: Blood pressure ↑

Ron chimed in, "Although the old bat is annoying, his Potions skills are undeniably top-notch."

The next day, in the Headmaster's Office.

Oren and Snape were simmering bone broth as usual.

Grindelwald was muttering something to himself, while Dumbledore and the Hog's Head owner peeked out from behind the door, looking like they wanted to see but dared not.

Grindelwald said, "By the way! The person to be resurrected has Obscurus on them, won't that cause a problem?"

Oren rolled his eyes. Based on his years of experience playing Minecraft, he knew that no matter what debuffs they were, they would all be gone after resurrection.

"Don't worry, there's a high probability that Obscurus after the resurrection, and even if there is, I can handle it."

The three old men breathed a sigh of relief.

Oren tossed the strainer and said, "Alright, it's ready to be taken out of the pot."

The three old men nodded in agreement, following the example of the strainer.

Oren and Snape, who were just about to finish cooking, were both blinded by one of them.

You can still faintly hear the sounds of three old men frantically trying to rescue people, and Grindelwald screaming as he gets burned.

When their vision returned, they saw three old men holding a little girl, tears streaming down their faces. Oren and Snape could only exchange bewildered glances.

"I'm off! This beautiful, sunny weather is perfect for opening a shop."

"Wait? Are you going to miss your poor old professor's first Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Snape asked, his words a soul-searching question.

When the time came, Oren reluctantly arrived for Defense Against the Dark Arts. The classroom was gloomy, and Snape was speaking in a low, hoarse voice.

I guess this old bat was exchanging trash talk with Sirius Black and Lupin.

Ever since Lily stopped the fight, I've seen them doing these pointless oral exercises all the time.

Has anyone ever seen Inferi?

Oren raised his hand.

Snape continued, "Does anyone know how to deal with the Inferi?"

Oren raised his hand again, looking more like he was there to cause trouble than to teach a class.

Snape said with a dark expression, "Now, pair up and attack each other with evil curses, but you can't utter any spells."

The old bat assigned young wizards as partners, and in the end only Oren and Harry remained.

Harry!!! I'm going to beat Oren!

"Sorry Harry, I'm here to cause trouble, so I'll have to make do this once."

Harry clasped his hands together, blinked his big eyes, and said, "Could you please go easy on me?"

Oren nodded, Harry was hoisted into the air, spinning three times clockwise and three times counterclockwise.

There was no obvious physical damage, but the brain matter was definitely shaken evenly.

The young wizards exclaimed, "Holy crap, that's ruthless!"

Harry, who had just been put down, opened his mouth and immediately vomited.

Hermione asked, "Is there any technique to the Nonverbal Spell?"

Oren scratched his head. "There's no technique involved. It's just like breathing. Do you guys have to breathe manually?"

The young wizards nodded and began to pay attention to their breathing.

Before long, their faces turned red from holding their breath, and their eyes were filled with resentment as they looked at Oren.

Feeling uneasy under the watchful eyes of everyone, Oren made an excuse and slipped away before the bell rang. Snape, too, was getting impatient.

Before I even got back to my dorm, Will called me away again.

"Young master, Headmaster Dumbledore and the others brought back a little girl."

Oren nodded and said, "I'm guessing it's his sister. Just don't mess with her."

On a whim Will asked, "What will happen if we mess with them?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore would teach you to get along well with children, but if it were Old Dumbledore from the Hog's Head, he'd get a good scolding."

"It looks quite serious."

"Are you crazy, Will? This is the treatment we get from the upper three banners. If you offend them, Grindelwald will probably take your life right away."

Will!!!