Apparition Lessons

"Ahem!" Will reminded him, "Narcissa recently contacted us, hoping to pay to Lucius."

Oren shrugged. "I thought she was going to go find a magician to redeem her."

"She went to see the young master, but the Dementors aren't listening to them anymore."

How much money is she prepared to offer?

"A lot, a whole lot... Young Master, are we really going to release Lucius later?"

"It's better to stall for time and make more money from an insignificant guy."

Will reported, "Narcissa's offer is quite high. I'll go release Lucius now."

Oren waved his hand dismissively. "Do as you please. Lucius's ransom is your bonus."

"Narcissa's offer of such a small amount of money is incredibly insincere and disrespectful to the young master! I'll immediately instruct the Dementors to suck Lucius a few more times!" Will said with a determined look in his eyes.

Grindelwald...

Oren...

"Will, you keep working on the documents, I'm going out for some fresh air."

Will...

Upon arriving at the Gryffindor Common Room, Oren immediately spotted Hermione.

"Very few will remain at Hogwarts this Christmas, and you're the only Gryffindor left."

Hermione said, "I told my mom and dad I wanted to stay at school and study."

"Hey~ you don't need to be so smug, you're just here to keep me company."

After being moved, Oren dragged Hermione to the Headmaster's Office, didn't he?

"Damn! Forget about Old Deng, what about Will? He's really touching the fish!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Hermione interrupted, "I kindly stayed with you for Christmas, and you dragged me into this mess! Oren, how could you repay kindness with enmity!"

Oren argued, "Look at this Headmaster's Office, the scenery is beautiful, the temperature is comfortable, and there's no one around. Isn't this a kind of date?"

"Heh, if you hadn't slipped the document to me, I almost would have believed it."

"Stop talking, Hermione. Deal with this file first and let me see what you're capable of."

Hermione...

Five minutes later~

"Not Oren! You've already killed him!"

"Not Hermione! You're not even going to kill her?" Oren said, holding up a document. "Good Werewolf should all come to the Order of the Phoenix for treatment. Those who hang out with Death Eaters are born with a death wish; they wouldn't be too much to kill a hundred times over."

Hermione muttered under her breath, "Couldn't we just send him to Azkaban?"

"No!" Oren said firmly, "They'd have to feed us after sending us to Azkaban."

Hermione...

As soon as Christmas was over, Harry had just returned to Hogwarts, hurriedly searched for Oren.

Oren definitely knew that Rufus had come to see him, but he knew he would get his comeuppance if he didn't report it.

Harry pushed open the door to the Headmaster's Office and saw Hermione and Oren arguing.

"No way! Oren, you're not even going to kill him?!"

"No way! Hermione, you're going to kill them all! There aren't many Giant left, if you just keep killing them indiscriminately, won't they be wiped out?"

"But the Death Eaters ' Giant are incredibly destructive; the report says the Ministry of Magic is primarily focused on killing them."

Oren advised, "Their Ministry of Magic only cares about its own little corner. When have they ever thought about the entire Wizarding World? We need to take a long-term view."

"My mind is made up; killing is my priority!" Hermione crossed her arms.

Will, standing to the side, trembled, unable to tell for a moment who the third Dark Lord was.

"Miss Granger, please reconsider your decision! There are truly not many Giant!"

Hermione covered her ears, ignored Harry, and walked out of the Headmaster's Office. Oren followed her out, muttering strange things like "take back the order."

Harry...

Will began, "Are you here to report that you met with the Minister for Magic during the holidays?"

Harry nodded blankly.

"Good lad! Looks like you haven't stooped to being a lackey of the Ministry of Magic."

Harry nodded again, looking bewildered.

Will said with satisfaction, "How could the henchmen of our Order of the Phoenix possibly betray us and side with magic?"

"Yes, loyalty!" Harry said hesitantly. "Can I go back now that I've finished my report?"

Will...

At the entrance to the Gryffindor Tower, Oren grumbled, "I haven't seen these two for a few days over Christmas, and they're already eating at the tower entrance as soon as they get back?"

Hermione sighed. "I should have deducted points from Ron and Lavender."

As the two entered the tower, they saw a notice about the Apparition Class, stating that those who were seventeen years of age or older would have to pay twelve Galleon.

"Oren, I've heard that Will's cattle and horses are paid."

Oren pushed away the plate held to his neck and, facing Hermione's armed demands for unpaid wages, decisively began to make empty promises.

"Hermione, you're too young to understand. What use is Galleon? There are plenty of things in the Wizarding World that money can't buy."

"How about I have Grindelwald teach you Apparition? The First Dark Lord teaching you, you know, only Ginny has received this privilege."

In the dorm room Ginny muttered to herself, "Did I come back the wrong way? Why do I feel so uneasy?"

Whether it's learning new knowledge or receiving guidance from a renowned teacher, Hermione simply can't refuse.

Oren secretly gave himself a thumbs up. With Dumbledore, Grindelwald had become increasingly arrogant, practically Hogwarts like a resort.

Oren fooled Hermione and exploited Old Man Dennis in this move; he's won way too much.

The following day in the Headmaster's Office, Harry endured Grindelwald's relentless Legilimency.

He felt it would be better if Snape taught him; at least Lily was there so he could talk back to the old bat.

As for arguing with Grindelwald... he'll unhesitatingly unleash his potato-sized fist and parchment-sized slap.

Hermione and Oren were practicing Apparition nearby.

Oren had thought his plan to exploit Old Deng had succeeded, but Grindelwald came up with a suicidal plan, dragging Orion into teaching him as well, claiming that having more skills was never a bad thing.

Hermione stared intently at the circle in the distance. "I think a portal is better. Maybe we should learn how to use a portal first?"

Oren rolled his eyes. "Good grief, you can't even crawl, and you think you can exceed the speed of light just by getting up? Look at how capable you are!"

Hermione...

Harry's little brain was like an unencrypted hard drive in front of the first Dark Lord, and it was read through in a matter of seconds.

Grindelwald scoffed, "This young man..."

Harry blushed and lowered his head.

"Young man, I must say, I'm quite pleased that you acknowledged Rufus as one of Dumbledore's men."

Harry said, "That guy is no different from Fudge except for being honest."

Hermione grumbled, "That Knight Bus conductor is still locked up. I think he's even worse than Fudge."

"Fudge!" Grindelwald said with a wicked grin, "If you want to find him, you'll have to try your luck in the waters near Azkaban. You might even find Umbridge there."

Hermione???

Oren explained, "It's all the Ministry of Magic's fault for using flying carriages to transport people to Azkaban. Carriages aren't very reliable; it's normal for one or two to crash occasionally."

Old Deng and Little Deng exchanged a glance, giving each other a knowing look.

Hermione!!!

Harry!!!