Amortentia from 1982

Harry walked into the Gryffindor Common Room with a tense expression.

Ron exclaimed in surprise, "Harry looks just like Snape when he has a serious expression!"

Oren quipped, "This must be him getting used to being Harry Snape in advance."

Harry...

"Headmaster Dumbledore gave me a task."

Hermione asked curiously, "Explain in detail?"

Harry recounted in detail how Grindelwald had pinned him in the Pensieve earlier that day to let him see memories related to the You-Know-Who.

"The part about Slughorn talking to the young You-Know-Who about the Horcrux is fake. Your mission is to learn the real memories from him," Hermione explained.

Harry nodded. "This is a bit troublesome. What do you think, Oren?"

"You decide for yourself. If you really can't find out, I'll go ask around."

Oren cracked his wrists; anyone could see that this was no ordinary blow.

"You want to attack the professor? You've really gone too far! Do you know how terrible that is!" Hermione scolded. "So if all else fails, just send Grindelwald."

Oren!!! She really made me cry!

Ron slapped his forehead and said, "Then why doesn't Harry just go to Grindelwald for help?"

Harry curled his lip. "If you could open your mouth in front of that Dark Lord, I'd call you the greatest Champion of Gryffindor."

Ron thought about it carefully and realized that if he were Harry, he would have difficulty breathing on his own.

Oren's strategist chimed in. "Guys, I have an idea. If all else fails, we can force-feed him Veritaserum."

Hermione pouted. "If even memories can be faked, what can we do if Professor Slughorn is just saying what he thinks is right?"

"Hermione, you're right. How about we get Amortentia?"

The three little ones...

"Oren, you gave the Potions professor a Potions, and you did the same," Hermione said, giving a thumbs up.

Oren...

"Sigh," Harry sighed, "I might as well just go ask Professor Slughorn."

Ron nodded in agreement and said, "That's all we can do for now. Also, what are Horcrux?"

The three children looked at Oren with curious eyes.

Oren...

The next day in Potions, Hermione said sarcastically, "Isn't this our busy young master Black? Is he here to inspect Potions?"

Oren rolled his eyes and said, "Today is Harry's first mission to extract information—a top-tier double agent codenamed ' House-elf'! We have to watch!"

Harry...

"Alright, children," Professor Slughorn called out, "Can anyone explain Golpalott's Third Law?"

Hermione promptly raised her hand to answer, successfully adding ten points to Gryffindor's score. Before sitting down, she didn't forget to give Harry a provocative look.

Today's classroom assignment is to brew the antidote to the poison on Professor Slughorn's podium.

Watching Oren clumsily process the ingredients, Hermione complained, "Are you even capable? Don't end up making porridge!"

"Hehe, I'm really good at this. When it comes to poison, I still prefer to use the Acromantula as a scapegoat."

"Don't underestimate me just because this is my first time brewing this antidote. If I hadn't been the first place winner, I would have eaten the entire crucible on the spot."

Hermione pouted and said, "I hope you don't lose to the Half-Blood Prince, Professor X."

Oren...

Watching Harry flip through the Half-Blood Prince notes, instead of preparing the medicine, he kept wiping away cold sweat.

Hermione said resentfully, "Where's the prince? Save him! Are you stupid, Harry? The Half-Blood Prince didn't say how to brew this antidote, did he?"

Harry...

Mimicking Oren's methods, Hermione brewed a decent antidote, muttering to herself, "Hehehe, Harry, the Half-Blood Prince and top student in the class, is going to be ruined!"

Ron also tried to brew a pot of antidote, and it has to be said that the stickiness of his pot of asphalt was really impressive.

Harry gritted his teeth and went to the Potions to get some more materials.

Oren quipped, "Are you temporarily clinging to Merlin's size 42 feet?"

Professor Slughorn also came to inspect the area and commented on Oren's Potions, "Excellent, this is almost the best antidote in the class."

He then looked at Harry, Harry handed over the raw materials directly.

Oren???

"Ha! Bezoar! Of course, this can neutralize a lot of poisons..."

Slughorn showered Harry with compliments, and even added ten points to Gryffindor's grade just before class ended.

As soon as class ended, Harry was stopped by Oren and said anxiously, "I need to go ask the professor about the Horcrux."

"Let's put that aside for now, let's settle the score for your underhanded tactics first."

Harry!!!

Seeing Harry being forced to drink the Potions, Hermione said anxiously, "Don't do this! We're classmates, it's not that serious!"

As he spoke, he thoughtfully handed over a wrench.

Ron, standing to the side!!!

Oren, looking refreshed, said, "You dared to use underhanded tactics? I'll flip the table!"

Ron pointed to the half-empty bottle of Potions and said, "Oren, isn't this a bit too much?"

"You know, it does seem a bit big. It should recover in about six months."

Harley straightened her red hair and said, "Six months! Looks like I'll have to go find the old bat for help."

Hermione asked worriedly, "Are you sure he won't extend it for another six months to make it a round number?"

Harley waved her hand and said, "Snape doesn't have time to bother me anymore. Come to think of it, it's been a whole semester since he targeted me. I'm actually starting to feel a little strange."

Everyone...

In the bedroom.

Oren said listlessly, "Harry, you recovered pretty quickly."

"How could it not be fast? My mom was supervising Snape while he was working."

Oren...

"How about a Chocolate Cauldrons?" Ron asked.

Harry asked curiously, "Where did you come from? You look familiar."

"Found it on the dormitory floor"

Harry...

Ron suddenly stood up and shouted, "I'm going to find Romilda Vannie!"

Harry started with an Levicorpus Langlock, showing that the Half-Blood Prince had really taught him a few moves.

"Is he possessed by an evil spirit?"

"Oren, we live in the Wizarding World. This kind of situation is generally called being under a spell."

Oren dropped the Chocolate Cauldrons and said, "Amortentia, full of magic and ruthlessness."

"But Ron's situation is just too exaggerated."

Oren waved his hand. "The older the Amortentia, the stronger it is. This batch looks to be from '82."

"1982?"

"1882!"

Harry quickly pulled out a rope and said, "Oren, give him a hand and take him to Professor Slughorn's office. Maybe I can get some information out of him."

The two men carried Ron to the common room, Lavender exclaimed, "Ron!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Do you need me to get you a suitcase?"

Oren pushed Lavender away, saying, "Lavender, your dear Roro's been Amortentia. Hermione's suitcase is out of the question; things haven't gotten to that point yet."

Hermione...

Ron, caught off guard, struggled wildly. Oren, fearing he would hurt himself, could only tearfully knock him Stupefy with a physical stun.

Lavender!!!