Bezoar Poisoning

Oren spotted Will as soon as he arrived at Professor Slughorn's office.

"Harry, you take Ron inside first."

Harry...

He was weak and could only drag Ron along, and it took him a lot of effort to carry him into the office like a dead dog.

"Will, what are you doing here, you fatso?"

Will wiped the cold sweat from his brow and said, "Young master, I'm just keeping an eye on that Draco Malfoy kid."

"He was planning to poison Headmaster Dumbledore. The plan was going quite well; I even hired a professional Africa funeral team to be on standby."

"Unfortunately, the wizards' calculations are no match for Merlin's. This year, Hogwarts has welcomed someone who's competing with Dumbledore for food."

"Look, that kid went through all that trouble to get the poisoned wine, and Slughorn bought it."

Hearing the chaos erupting in the office, Oren knew that some unlucky souls had already fallen victim to it.

Pushing open the office door, you'd see Ron lying on the floor, foaming at the mouth.

"Thank goodness for the Bezoar, otherwise Ron would have been in danger," Harry said, sitting on the ground wiping away cold sweat.

Slughorn stammered, "Thanks so much, Harry!"

"I need to inform Madam Pomfrey, Harry, that you should look after poor Mr. Weasley."

"Poor Ron Weasley, I was too late after all," Will shrugged.

Oren sighed, "No one's more pitiful than him. If you count the expired Amortentia, this guy's been poisoned twice today."

"Mr. Potter, how much Bezoar did you use on Mr. Weasley? You probably don't know that this poison is no ordinary stuff."

"There's only that Bezoar on the professor's desk," Harry said worriedly. "That's all I found."

"You mean one isn't enough?" Oren. "Then should we stuff Ron with a few more Bezoar?"

"It's a very safe and sound idea, young master."

"Hmph~ I've always been very cautious and methodical when it comes to using medicine."

Oren opened a small portal, bypassed Snape's cabinet door (whose defenses rivaled Gringotts' vault), and retrieved a large bottle of Bezoar.

The three worked together: Harry shoveled food into the mouth, Will held the funnel, and Oren poured out the Bezoar.

By the time Madam Pomfrey arrived, two-thirds of the Bezoar in the bottle were gone.

Hospital Wing.

George and Fred pushed open the door and entered, dressed like two presidents of Muggle company.

George: "What happened to my dear little brother Ronnie? I was so worried about him."

Fred: "Thankfully, he's still breathing. We rushed over as soon as we heard about Ronnie's accident, after canceling our lease on the Zonko's Joke Shop."

Oren explained, "He was first poisoned by the Amortentia..."

"Did I hear that right, George? Someone actually drugged our brother with Amortentia?"

"You must have misheard Fred. We've calculated that the probability of this situation is not much higher than Merlin's resurrection."

"Cough cough cough," Oren interrupted, "Someone gave it to Harry, and Ron ate it by mistake."

"Let me continue. Then he was poisoned, but that's not a big deal. The main problem is that Ron is poisoned by Bezoar."

"Bezoar poisoning? I've never even heard of that."

"That's right," said Ginny, sitting by the bedside. "Madam Pomfrey said this condition is rare even in St Mungo's."

"Ginny is right," Harry explained, "The main symptom is that everything tastes like Bezoar."

While sobbing and trying to feed Ron, Lavender asked, "What does Bezoar taste like?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "It was scooped out of a goat's stomach, what do you think it tastes like?"

Everyone...

Ron: "Ugh!"

Although the group didn't let Ron eat, they managed to get him to vomit. His condition wasn't too serious; he just vomited and fainted.

Because they had seriously disrupted the patient's recovery, the group that had been kicked out of the Hospital Wing abandoned Lavender and started a small meeting.

"Who would want to harm Ron?" Hermione began to evolve into a master detective.

Oren interrupted the evolution, "No one, he was just unlucky and almost became Dumbledore's scapegoat."

Everyone...

George disagreed, saying, "Couldn't someone have tried to drug the Gryffindor Quidditch Team goalkeeper? Our brother is at least somewhat deserving of being poisoned."

Oren curled his lip. "Although I hate to admit it, that bottle of poison was worth far more than Ron's life."

twin...

"Alright everyone, keep chatting. I need to go talk to Headmaster Dumbledore; maybe I can get him to give Ron some gold coins as compensation for his emotional distress."

Everyone...

Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore the Blackhand was drinking tea-flavored syrup; it was clear he was the one in the account.

Snape was there too, but Grindelwald and old man Deng were nowhere to be seen slacking off.

Oren said, "The headmaster can't let that kid Draco cause trouble. That guy is utterly hopeless; he definitely couldn't assassinate you, old man."

Dumbledore...

"Isn't that kid repairing the Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement? When he and the Death Eaters team up from the inside, I hope you can kill me, his double, for him, Snape."

Snape said with a straight face, "Really... I mean, yes."

Although he had a stern face, you could still tell he was a little impatient.

Dumbledore...

"And Tom has started spending money to recruit dark wizards from Europe."

Oren shrugged. "He doesn't have any money. It's all Malfoy family money anyway. Maybe Lucius will find himself penniless when he gets out of prison."

"Besides, the Death Eaters ' money is constantly being spent, while our Order of the Phoenix's money depends entirely on Will's speed."

Will was slacking off somewhere, flicked his wrist, and the teacup Descendo.

"Kid, you know what you're doing. Let's adjourn the meeting."

At the door of the Headmaster's Office, Hermione asked, "What did Headmaster Dumbledore say?"

Oren raised an eyebrow. "You're here to spy on military intelligence?"

"I'm just curious; you can share anything you can say about it."

"Oh, the You-Know-Who is spending money to recruit Death Eaters again."

"Oren, I've wanted to ask you this in detail for a while now: how much does the You-Know-Who pay the Death Eaters a month?"

"Those with good pay bring their own food, those with poor pay pay to work."

Hermione???

"Can those vicious black wizards tolerate this?"

"You're too patient. You might rebel against the master, but rebelling against the mage is highly unlikely."

Hermione...

"By the way Oren, Harry asked me to let you know Ron needs to speak with you. Also, has the compensation for emotional distress you mentioned arrived?"

Oren scratched his head and said, "I forgot about that. Ron, you're out of luck."

Hermione...

Hospital Wing.

Harry held Ron's hand as if listening to him give his last words.

"Oren ...you...you've come," Ron stammered.

The vomiting and diarrhea caused by Bezoar impaction had already emptied Ron's small body.

Looking at his sallow face and pale lips, Oren said, "Don't worry, you can entrust anything to me. I'm the kind of person who's best suited to be entrusted with an orphan's care."

Ron mustered all his strength, trembling as he raised his hand and slowly extended a middle finger.

Oren...