Malfoy in Action

In the Great Hall at dawn, Oren admired his masterpiece; the fire at the Malfoy Manor had made the headlines of the Daily Prophet.

Harry said, "I'm captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team now, Oren, what do you think I should do to manage the team?"

"It's simple, just hold a pancake in your hand and the team members will automatically gather around you."

What if I don't have any cookies?

Oren retorted, "Then draw it!"

Harry...

Hermione couldn't stand Oren's slow eating any longer. She packed up a few pies and said, "Eating so slowly, we still have to watch Harry's Quidditch team selections later."

"Hermione, you can't rush meals; eating too fast will hurt your stomach."

"Then you should learn from the ox; ruminate whenever you have time."

Oren...

Two little ones...

In the stands of the Quidditch Pitch, Oren, munching on a pie, said, "Something feels off. Some of the people participating in the selections look like they're from other houses."

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "If you read the Daily Prophet regularly, you'd know that Harry is the savior right now."

Oren said dejectedly, "So, he doesn't have any infamous projects this year?"

Hermione...

The young wizards participating in the selection were all very abstract; some came from other schools just to join in the fun, some had broken teeth, and some even crashed while riding flying broomsticks.

"Hermione, do you know the selection criteria for Quidditch team members?"

Hermione shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe he just didn't fall off the broom."

After a chaotic selection process, Harry finally found suitable teammates, and Oren didn't know anyone except Ginny.

Hermione explained, "Finally, it's time to choose the goalkeeper. Ron and McLaggen the two."

"I didn't even know anyone would cheer for Ron. Hermione, do you know that person?"

"That's Lavender Brown. Oren, you should spend more time in the common room."

Ron performed exceptionally well, saving four out of five shots.

McLaggen performed better, saving five goals, and he would have been the goalkeeper if nothing unexpected had happened. Unfortunately, as expected, something unexpected happened.

When Oren arrived on a broomstick to chat up Hermione, he indulged her reckless desires and sent her flying with a single punch.

It is common knowledge that people with broken bones cannot participate in Quidditch Match, so Harry could only tearfully let Ron be the goalkeeper.

Oren remarked, "People become much kinder as they get older."

The three little ones...

Ron said, "This might be really tiring. I need to go back and rest before I have my Divination."

Hermione said, "I also need to go to my Ancient Runes."

Oren???

"Don't any of you take the Care of Magical Creatures? Our poor Professor Hagrid has been abandoned!"

Harry shrugged. "Oh well, I'll apologize to Hagrid another time."

In the Care of Magical Creatures, there were clearly more Hufflepuff kid wizards.

Hagrid looked around and asked, "Oren, you're here. Where are Harry and the others?"

They didn't choose this course.

Hagrid looked dejected, Oren patted the sullen-looking giant on the shoulder, explaining, "The courses they're choosing now are all to prepare them for their future jobs in the Wizarding World."

"I understand. Unlike you, Oren, they probably won't be able to Wizarding World to you by the time you graduate."

Oren...

Back in the Gryffindor Common Room, Ron asked curiously, "Oren, did you receive an invitation to Professor Slughorn's party?"

"Look for yourself, all the table legs in our dorm are propped up with this stuff."

Ron!!!

Hermione remarked, "Of the four of us, only Ron didn't receive an invitation."

Oren...

After a short while, Draco Malfoy finally devised a plan to assassinate Dumbledore.

Hogsmeade.

Oren and Hermione crouched in the bushes.

Hermione said, "That's Professor Slughorn. To be honest, his parties aren't as boring as I thought."

"Hermione, what did Slughorn pay for you to tell me this?"

"Not a single Knut; I'm just expressing my feelings."

Oren...

Will's voice echoed from the Phoenix Feather: "Good lad, that Imperius Curse was really ruthless."

Oren asked, "How far along is his plan?"

"Malfoy just took control of Madam Rosmerta, who Three Broomsticks, and she gave a package to a young wizard."

"I see Will, you can leave now."

Hermione asked curiously, "So why did you call me here?"

"What else can I do? Of course, I'll transform into a cat and stalk them!"

"Then why don't you go to Professor McGonagall? She can turn into a cat too."

"Looking for Professor McGonagall? Are you crazy or am I? You're the only Animagus I can command."

"Sirius Black is fine! You'll have nothing to say about Oren now, right?"

"Heh, he's currently serving as the Commander of the Mongolian Navy within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; he wouldn't have time to run errands here."

Hermione reluctantly transformed into a large ginger cat.

"Put this collar-shaped camera on." Oren the Fly rubbed his hands together.

Hermione...

"From now on, you absolutely must stick close to that unlucky little wizard and don't lose him. The mission is that simple, understand?"

"Meow meow meow"

Oren...

The mission continued, Will's voice came from the feather. "That kid's plan is really unreliable. Filch is checking Dark Magic items at the school gate; that little wizard won't be able to get into the school at all."

Oren commanded, "Quick! Hermione, draw Filch away!"

"Meow meow meow?"

"That's easy, just rush up and give Mrs. Norris a swipe."

"Meow meow meow!"

"What do you mean by 'can't beat them'? It means you can't launch a sneak attack, you can't catch them off guard!"

Hermione...

Will said, "Miss Granger did it; that old man Filch has been lured away."

"Will, it's you. You're going into the castle now and tracking that unlucky fellow."

Will...

Hermione returned from the corner of the Seventh Floor corridor, looking disheveled.

"Hermione, what happened to you? Did you crawl under a cabinet or into the storeroom?"

"It was all your bad idea! Filch and Mrs. Norris tried to arrest me at the same time, and I almost couldn't escape!"

"Filch chased me down the hallway, and Mrs. Norris chased me from under the closet; I didn't even have time to turn back."

Oren...

"Stop complaining, Hermione. Headmaster Dumbledore's double has already taken the package. You're now a studious little wizard, going to ask the headmaster a question but accidentally discovering old Dumbledore's corpse."

"Don't look so sad, try to look more natural."

Hermione...

As she watched Hermione walk into the Headmaster's Office, Oren covered her ears, bracing herself for the familiar screams of Detective Conan.

One minute later~

Five minutes later~

Hermione walked out of the Headmaster's Office expressionlessly and said, "There's a necklace in the package. The situation is a bit complicated, Oren. You'd better take a look."

Oren???

"What's going on? It's just a body double hanging a necklace around their neck, right? I want to see what's going on."