Greengrass

Headmaster's Office, Oren and Grindelwald, who was wearing the Dumbledore, stared at each other.

"Old Deng, why are you still alive?"

"I tried my best. It would be difficult for a curse of this level to kill me. I instinctively dispelled it."

Oren wailed, "I planned everything perfectly, but I never expected you, old man, to let me down!"

Grindelwald...

Hermione asked, "What do we do now?"

"Hang that necklace outside. Ugh, what a waste of the mat the kitchen prepared in advance."

"It's not wasteful; we can eat it for dinner," Hermione suggested, offering a very reasonable suggestion.

Grindelwald...

Oren didn't get to eat dinner that night; he was in the Headmaster's Office listening to Sirius Black complain.

"I've been in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for so long, and I still don't understand what I'm supposed to be doing. Those people hardly tell me anything. Oren, what do you think they're hiding from me?"

Oren shrugged. "How would I know you don't know anything?"

Sirius Black...

"But haven't you accomplished anything at the Ministry of Magic?"

"Does getting an alchemy coffee machine count?" Sirius Black asked sheepishly.

Oren quipped, "That's a feat that will go down in the History of Magic."

Sirius Black...

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore was in his own account, choked to death on his dessert.

Will rolled his eyes, but it was hard to tell whether he was choked by something or overwhelmed by something sweet.

"Oh right, I almost forgot," Sirius Black exclaimed, slapping his forehead. "Rufus wants you to reduce the number of people in the Order of the Phoenix. Just listen to it, but I'm the first to disagree."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible" ×2

Oren slammed his fist on the table and said, "Let Rufus Scrimgeour cause trouble. Let him cause chaos so that no one can resist the Death Eaters, and let ordinary wizards suffer. In the end, he'll be the one thrown into the Ministry of Magic and killed anyway."

Will chimed in, "What right does he have to order the young master around? Can his precious Auror possibly withstand Death Eaters?"

"Now the entire nine districts and forty-eight counties of England are on your shoulders, young master. What right does Rufus have to order the Order of the Order of the Phoenix?"

Dumbledore...

Sirius Black...

"Will, go and put that door I made that detects the Dark Mark in Diagon Alley."

"Is the young master the one who makes people's bones glow green when the Dark Mark is detected?"

"That's right, this is the latest result of my research after studying curses."

Will nodded in agreement, but he remained silent about the possibility of turning innocent unlucky people into little green men.

Sirius Black exclaimed excitedly, "You might just drive yourselves crazy by provoking Rufus like this!"

Oren said, "All you do is laugh. Have you even figured out what's going on in the department? When are you going to replace Rufus?"

His words left Sirius Black speechless.

Too lazy to waste words on these expensive items, Oren went straight back to his dorm to sleep. Fortunately, Kreacher made a lot of food, so he could just close his eyes and fast-forward to the next day to eat it.

"Your Majesty, wake up! We've arrived at the Gaoliang River."

"Wake up, it's breakfast time!" the two little ones shook Oren frantically.

Thirty seconds later, Potter and Miss Weasley appeared.

"It's all your fault! If you hadn't disturbed my sleep, I wouldn't be having nightmares."

Harry said, feeling wronged, "But you were the one who told us to invite you to some kind of banquet last night!"

Oren...

In the High Table the Great Hall, Dumbledore his own table, which felt incredibly strange.

"It's as lavish as last night's dinner!" Ron exclaimed excitedly.

Harry asked curiously, "Is there some kind of holiday lately?"

Oren pursed his lips. "The Headmaster's Ascension Day, but it was canceled at the last minute."

"You're really joking," the two children laughed.

Hermione...

After eating and drinking his fill, Oren went to the Black Lake and took out the book of the sixth set of broadcast gymnastics, where he studied and practiced as he went.

Will rushed over. "Young Master, someone's here... Um, what kind of training is this?"

"Having trained your body to resemble a crane's, you won't be afraid of palace maids strangling you! Pshaw, Will, what do you want?"

"Young Master, Pure-blood families has come to pledge allegiance to you."

"What a joke, why would I need them as my allies?"

"Oh? What should we do then, young master? He's already offered his pledge of allegiance; there's no going back now."

Oren...

"Let's meet them then, let's go to the Room of Requirement."

Will nodded and went to make the arrangements.

Inside the Request Room, a wizard said, "Little wizard? I thought it would be Dumbledore coming to see me."

"Dumbledore our leader, and it's better if you don't know who our second-in-command is," Oren said calmly. "Our leader is both cunning and violent, and our second-in-command is both violent and cunning."

Will introduced, "This is Mr. Greengrass."

Oren remarked, "That's a rather long name, Mr. Gwas..."

"Ahem~" Will reminded him, "It's Mr. Greengrass."

The wizard waved his hand and said, "You can call me whatever you want."

"This is the list of Pure-blood families who have sided with the You-Know-Who," Oren said, picking up a piece of parchment.

Mr. Greengrass...

"I accept this pledge of allegiance, but I'm a little curious, don't you Pure-blood families always side with whoever wins?"

Mr. Greengrass said, "I'd like to know who made the archway at the Diagon Alley."

"I did it."

"Then you must know a lot about curses, right? Could you help me break some curses?" Mr. Greengrass asked expectantly.

Oren nodded. He was very skilled at breaking curses; he simply used the soul of the Acromantula as a scapegoat, and that's how Dumbledore change leading to qualitative change.

Will, acting as a mouthpiece, asked, "What curse?"

"The Blood Curse, a curse passed down in our family."

Oren nodded. "It's a bit troublesome, but not too serious. Will, go catch a Death Eaters Werewolf later, cast a Blood Curse on it, and we'll study it slowly."

Will...

Greengrass was also shocked by this pragmatic attitude; it took Oren quite a bit of persuasion to get rid of the old man with this question.

"Dealing with these Pure-blood families is such a hassle. Will, remember to go to the Headmaster's Office later and deal with the backlog of documents, okay?"

Will!!!

Oren coaxed, "The headmaster is often ill; you should strive to improve."

As soon as Oren stepped out of the Room of Requirement, three figures rushed forward and blocked his path.

"Aren't you that person...?"

Daphne Greengrass

Oren said, "Oh right, right, aren't you Malfoy's lackey? What are you doing here? This is Gryffindor territory on the Seventh Floor."

Daphne replied, "Lucius is already in Azkaban."

"Oh! So realistic! And who is this?"

"Astoria, my sister"

"Oh, it's that unlucky guy. Don't worry, I'll lift the curse on your family."

The Greengrass Family sisters...

Oren looked at the third person and said, "Hermione, is there something you need?"

"Something's come up!" Hermione dragged Oren away.

Stepping out of the Room of Requirement, a weary Will patted the two sisters on the shoulders and said, "Miss Granger is often ill; you must persevere."

The Greengrass sisters...