Blitzing Malfoy Manor

Headmaster's Office.

Oren asked, "Won't the resurrected little girl be enrolled at Hogwarts?"

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "You mean Ariana? I'll find a skilled wizard to teach her some magic, and she can start school after Tom is dealt with."

"A powerful wizard is getting involved in preschool education? People actually do this lousy job?"

Grindelwald said with a dark expression, "This job is mine."

"Hehehe," Oren chuckled, "So it's the infamous First Dark Lord."

Grindelwald...

"By the way, Principal, have you managed to win over the person I asked you to recruit?"

Dumbledore unfolded a map and said, "France only has Nicolas Flamel and Madame Maxime; their Ministry of Magic is unreliable."

After saying that, Old Deng took out a baguette and handed it to Oren.

"In other places, I've only contacted the principals of local magic schools. There are still many places where I haven't found anyone worth winning over. After all, you have pretty high standards, kid."

Oren nodded. "Anything else? There aren't many people left."

"This is in the east; I've already shown them around the miniature world."

"How many people did the principal and the others decide to send?"

"Kid, I don't know either. They asked how many people you need."

"Huh?" Oren immediately took out a marker and drew a few lines on the map. "These lands have all been allocated to the East."

Grindelwald cautioned, "It seems you've excluded a portion of Persia."

Oren shrugged. "Who told you there wasn't a single person worth trying to win over in that area? Headmaster, what other good news do you have? Tell me quickly."

"I haven't been anywhere else yet, even though I've lost my child."

"Then what are we waiting for! Will, quickly pack the principal's bags!"

Dumbledore...

Will...

Adhering to the tradition of using something to its fullest potential, Dumbledore packed his bags and set off again. Before leaving, Oren repeatedly reminded him to make sure that this old traveler Dumbledore brought along as many people as possible.

Oren had originally intended to send Grindelwald to the Europe dark wizarding community to recruit some men, but the old man escaped by teaching Ariana magic.

Back in the common room, Harry flipped through the Half-Blood Prince's notes, Harry as if there were thorns in the book.

Ron said, "Oren, do you know, Harry won a bottle of Felix Felicis in Potions?"

Oren nodded and pulled three large bottles of Felix Felicis from his pocket.

The three little ones...

"Take a break and then go develop some spells," Oren said, taking a bite of his baguette, the sound more like biting into a table leg than bread.

"What spell? Can it be used against Snape?" Harry asked curiously.

Oren waved his hand, and a vortex appeared above everyone's heads.

Hermione exclaimed, "Beautiful!"

"What do you mean by beautiful? In my imagination, this water can float in the sky, but it's heavier than mercury, and it will devour surrounding matter, causing the water flow to increase. It's exactly like the Fiendfyre."

"Isn't that extremely dangerous! Oren, quickly put away this spell!"

"No need, its current power is only comparable to a fire hose."

The three little ones...

Harry said, "This spell will definitely be able to deal with Snape once it's completed, right? Oren, what are you going to name it?"

"I'm not very good at naming things, so I'll have to owe you the magic name for now."

Harry...

The next day by Black Lake, Oren and Will were bored and counting ants.

Will said, "The Death Eaters have been acting like madmen lately, fighting us everywhere. Young master, should we take the initiative and attack them too?"

"You're right, Will! Let's raid Malfoy Manor! If Malfoy can go, so can I. Call Grindelwald to cover our retreat, and let's get started!"

"What! You're going to attack Malfoy Manor!" Hermione exclaimed.

Oren asked in confusion, "When did you appear?"

"You haven't attended any classes this semester, Aunt Lily hopes you can come and attend one of your Transfiguration."

Will whispered a warning, "We can't let her go back and tell the professors. If Professor McGonagall finds out, she'll definitely stop us."

Oren narrowed his eyes and immediately pulled the little witch into his party, while Hermione began her truancy and brawl.

Outside the Malfoy Manor, Hermione said worriedly, "There are about a hundred people we can see inside the manor, and we only have eighty. Should we notify the Ministry of Magic and say there are Death Eaters here? They certainly won't dare stop the Ministry of Magic's search."

Will rolled his eyes and said, "Eighty it is, young master! Eighty people, first come, first served!"

The dark wizards nodded in agreement to Will.

Hermione...

Oren instructed, "Cast Fiendfyre in a moment, then Apparition to the designated location. If the Death Eaters dare to pursue us, ambush them."

Strange creatures made of Fiendfyre swarmed towards the Malfoy Manor. After unleashing three Fiendfyre before the battle, the group quickly Apparition and fled.

At an abandoned factory, Will reported, "Death Eaters are on their way."

Oren: "How many people!"

More than twenty Werewolf

"Tch~ Go and take their lives, you cannon fodder Werewolf!"

A moment later, a dark wizard came running up and, with a very malicious intent, handed Hermione a packet of coins.

Hermione: "What is this?"

Oren: "Loot from looting corpses, right?"

Hermione, looking terrified, shoved the coin into Oren. Oren, with a look of disgust, tossed it to Will, Will counted it and then tossed it to the dark wizard.

"Are all those Werewolf dead? Shouldn't we consider sending them to Azkaban?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"Forget it," Oren waved his hand. "The good Werewolf have all come to the Order of the Phoenix and returned to being ordinary wizards. The rest of the bad ones are with You-Know-Who. Lupin was bitten by these people when he was a child."

"I see," Hermione said, snatching the packet of coins back.

Dark wizards...

Oren...

Another dark wizard has returned to report.

Oren: "What! Our Fiendfyre was extinguished by a powerful spell? I bet Dumbledore's beard that it was definitely the work of the You-Know-Who."

"Could we use the pretext of harboring the You-Know-Who to send Narcissa to Azkaban to accompany Lucius in his studies?"

Will shook his head and said, "With my years of experience committing crimes—oops, I mean—the success rate isn't high."

Everyone...

Unable to reach a conclusion, the group had no choice but to disperse and go home.

As soon as Oren and Hermione returned to Hogwarts, they were caught red-handed by Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall was quite concerned about the fact that she had sent Prefect to summon Oren to class, but the Prefect had disappeared without a trace.

Hermione is easy to explain, since she was drafted. Oren's situation is also easy to explain, since Snape must have gone to raid the house while Professor McGonagall was away.

Back in the common room without incident, Harry complained, "That old man Grindelwald is so rude! He doesn't have any of the patience that Headmaster Dumbledore has when he talks."

Ron said, "You two went out to play without me and Harry, and we didn't tell you about Harry seeing You-Know-Who's mother in the Pensieve."

Oren curled his lip. "Harry should be most worried about his mother. I just saw Snape sneak off to Professor McGonagall's office."

"Merlin's dress!" Harry launched himself forward and sped out of the Gryffindor Tower.

Three people...