Dumbledore's Task

Oren walked out of Professor McGonagall's office, Scourgify off the black grime that covered him.

Regarding the matter of the Greengrass Family's pledge of allegiance, I still need to discuss it with the top and second-in-commands.

Upon entering the Headmaster's Office, one sees Grindelwald pressing Harry's dog head into the Pensieve.

"Old Deng, are you forcing a confession? Did Harry confess?"

"Almost there, almost there! Ugh, I mean, this is a task Albus assigned me."

"So Harry hasn't confessed yet?"

"Soon... I mean, he's looking at memories of that brat Tom."

"Let me see too." Oren plunged into the Pensieve and pulled Grindelwald in as well.

This particular section happens to describe how Voldemort's mother managed to win over his father.

"Hey kid, let go! If you keep pulling, you'll go bald!"

Oren reluctantly let go.

Harry said, "Shh, be quiet."

After watching for a while, Grindelwald remarked, "Are we witnessing a love story that's 100% pure Amortentia?"

"That's how it is," Oren complained, "This kind of subject matter can only be made into a horror or suspense film."

The memories continued to play, and soon Voldemort's mother was gone.

Grindelwald looked at Harry, who was wearing the Pain Mask, and quipped, "Kid, you're not feeling sorry for that brat Tom, are you?"

"No, no," Harry quickly denied.

Oren said, "Instead of pitying the You-Know-Who's mother, you should pity your own mother."

What happened to my mom?

"It's nothing serious, your mom just blew up."

Harry: "Huh?"

"She refused to believe in superstitions and insisted on researching bone broth to revive your father, but the result was that the pot, the substandard ingredients, and Lily all got blown up."

"No, I have to go see her!" Harry said anxiously.

"Hey, where are you going? Snape has already taken care of you, what are you going to do next?"

Harry...

The boy's expression was full of stubbornness, but his eyes held a seven-tenths resignation.

Grindelwald...

The memory continued to play, and soon it came to the moment when Dumbledore to admit Tom.

Harry exclaimed, "I can't believe that the Headmaster, such a kind man, would use magic on the Orphanage Director!"

Oren counted on his fingers as if calculating something, saying, "The headmaster was truly outstanding when he was young, but that was probably the peak of Grindelwald's career, so it's normal for him to be a bit irritable."

Grindelwald...

"I just don't understand. If I were Albus, and this naturally evil brat named Tom was, I would have personally..."

"Come on, old Deng, weren't you one of those expelled brats back in the day?"

Grindelwald...

Harry said sarcastically, "He thinks he can fool Dumbledore with his Parseltongue?"

Grindelwald curled his lip. "Even you noticed, which means Tom really isn't that great."

Harry...

Oren scoffed, "His starting point isn't good enough. Who can he scare with Parseltongue?"

"Back when I first met Headmaster Dumbledore, I immediately unleashed Fiendfyre."

Grindelwald...

Harry Potter, the only good kid here, was trembling...

After the memory played out, Harry stared blankly at Grindelwald and asked, "Can I leave now that it's over?"

"Not good enough, kid." Old Deng rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment.

He read the words aloud, and Oren immediately recognized them as Dumbledore's message; Grindelwald was also a master orator.

He read aloud an article that taught Harry not to be friendless like Voldemort with great passion, but unfortunately, this wasn't a beer hall.

After seeing Harry off, Old Deng asked Oren, "What are you doing here, kid?"

"I almost forgot, a Pure-blood families called the Greengrass family has pledged their allegiance to us. You, as the second-in-command, should know that."

"Bullshit! I'm the boss!"

"Tch~ Why don't you say that to Headmaster Dumbledore, Old Dumbledore?"

Grindelwald...

"Isn't this just Albus being busy...? By the way, what are they after?"

"To break the family Blood Curse," Oren said nonchalantly. "I don't think it's a big deal. Will's probably already gone to find the little white wolf to be his guinea pig."

"Kid, don't forget about Harry. He has problems you need to solve too."

"I remember, Old Deng. I didn't expect you to care about Harry so much."

Grindelwald...

"This is just a task assigned by Albus."

Oren...

The next morning, Oren finally managed to get rid of the Greengrass sisters.

A Gryffindor on the Seventh Floor, followed by two Slytherin lackeys—that's as abstract as it gets.

Fortunately, all Oren had to do was ask Hermione to chase the two guys away, and he could tell that Hermione was very enthusiastic about this job.

Snape's office.

Oren was examining Harry's dog head.

He was wearing glasses that, more like a prosthetic eye from the Whirlpool Gang than the Sword Saint's, had spikes that were practically poking Harry in the face.

Lily began, "Um..."

"Stop! Ms. Lily, you don't want to distract me and cause Harry to get his head poked with probes, do you?"

Snape quickly lowered his head and whispered some comforting words.

"Old bat, stay away from me too. You smell just like Lockhart now."

Snape...

Harry forced a smile and said, "Oren, you've been looking for ten minutes now, what have you found?"

"Don't rush, this is a delicate task."

"Can't you see how handsome I am?"

"Irresistibly handsome," Oren replied dismissively.

"Really?" Harry pressed.

"It's half true, half false; at least the first two words, 'handsome,' are definitely false."

The three little ones...

Ron said, "I think I'm kind of handsome."

Oren scoffed, "Damn it, Ron, you should look in the mirror. You're not handsome, you're barely passable."

Ron...

Lily...

She suddenly realized that there seemed to be a significant generation gap between her and the children.

Hermione quipped, "I feel like ever since Professor Slughorn found out about Oren's past, he's been itching to use Time-Turner to go back in time and be the Potions Professor."

"Oren, come with me to the Slug Club next time, or I'm really afraid Professor Slughorn will regret it to death."

"Fine," Oren replied casually, "If I have time that day."

Harry said, "Are you done yet, Oren? I still need to figure out who the Quidditch players are."

Oren pursed his lips. "What's there to be conflicted about?"

"I want to choose Dean, but if I choose him Seamus will definitely be unhappy."

"Who cares if he's happy or not? You're the captain, as long as winning the game is to your advantage, that's all that matters."

"Ahem!" Grindelwald reminded him, "Kid, you're Gryffindor, not Slytherin."

"Sorry, I suddenly forgot."

Everyone...

Oren said, "Harry, remember this: for the For the Greater Good, whether Seamus is happy or not is actually unimportant."

"You brat, that's not how you use that phrase!" Grindelwald said angrily.

Oren waved his hand dismissively. "Pretty much... Seriously, Harry, how have you lived so long?"

Harry!!!

Lily!!!