Relief Goalie

"What! You want me to be your goalkeeper in the match?!" Oren exclaimed. "No way!"

"You...you have to go...this is what you owe me," Ron said, barely able to catch his breath.

Harry chimed in, "Oren, please help me out. I really don't want McLaggen to play."

Hermione waved her hand. "I'll agree on his behalf, so Oren won't have to cause trouble."

"It's a deal, Oren, remember to come practice on the court!"

Watching Harry and Hermione shake hands and finalize the deal, Oren slowly typed a question mark.

A few days later at Quidditch Pitch, McLaggen, who had originally wanted to be the goalkeeper, and the Hufflepuff team, who were there for training, gave up due to Oren's infamous reputation.

Harry said, "Oren, you've watched a lot of games, do you know what a goalkeeper's job is?"

"I can't get there?"

Harry...

"Oren, you're kidding, right? This is the sixth year of school, surely you can remember something after so many games?"

Oren scratched his head. "I remember the snacks were pretty good."

Harry...

"Alright, alright, you're all talk and no action, aren't you!" Harry rubbed his temples and asked, "You haven't had much Flying Class either, so tell me what you actually know."

Oren immediately perked up and began to list his special skills.

"There are too many to list. I can do six-point dogfighting and horizontal bombing, but I'm not as skilled as dive bombing. I'm a master of 'enlightenment' techniques."

Harry nodded approvingly, "A powerful skill; you wouldn't even need it in Quidditch."

Oren...

In front of the goal.

"I'm just floating here on a broomstick? What else do I need to do?"

"No need, your job is simply to keep the ball out of the goal, it's that simple." Harry said, gesturing for Ginny to throw the ball.

Oren caught it easily and then complained, "Is this any good? Even the pebbles thrown by the Niffler in the Forbidden Forest have more power than this."

Ginny...

She threw the ball again with all her might.

Oren shook his head and sighed, "Ginny, did you hurt your wrist when you were chopping the rooster's neck? Should we go see Madam Pomfrey?"

Ginny's blood pressure increased

Harry, unable to bear watching any longer, also started throwing balls, and their meager firepower kept Oren on his toes.

"What do you mean by 'catching a blade barehanded'? No, I mean 'catching a ball'?"

Harry exclaimed excitedly, "Merlin's Heath! If I had known Oren was this strong, Gryffindor Quidditch Team would have been invincible!"

Oren curled his lip. "If all the pitchers were at your level, I guarantee the goal would be as Fianto Duri as the Maginot Line."

Harry...

Ginny...

The discovery of Oren Black, the 100% Catch-the- Black, excited the entire Gryffindor Quidditch Team. As long as Harry didn't mess up on the day of the match, they were guaranteed a win.

On the day of the match, in the players' locker room, everyone gathered around Oren.

Harry asked, "What is this thing? Won't it fall apart?"

Oren explained, "This is a flying old man's car; the reason for the shaking is because of its powerful engine."

"How powerful?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Sixteen-wheel drive"

Harry's eyes widened. "Sixteen engines or sixteen spells?"

"The Acromantula and the number eight, two eights equal sixteen."

Everyone...

"Players from both sides enter the field," Hermione announced. "It's strange to see Oren's flying broomstick. Merlin, please pray it doesn't explode in mid-air during the match!"

Oren...

"The match begins, and now Hufflepuff's Zacharias Smith has the Quaffle... and then he gets knocked away by Ginny. It's clear Zacharias Smith's Hufflepuff food is a waste."

Professor McGonagall: "Cough cough cough"

"Oh, that big guy Cadwallader has taken the ball back again. Looks like the food at Hufflepuff isn't all for nothing."

"He threw the ball! Judging from his fierce expression, he must have used every ounce of strength he had."

"Oh, too bad, Oren caught it easily with one hand, and didn't even spill the fries in his left hand."

Oren asked, bewildered, "I caught it, and then what?"

Harry covered his face in anguish; oh no, he'd forgotten to tell him what to do next.

Ginny shouted, "Pass the ball to your teammate!"

Harry knew how terrifying Oren was, so he quickly shouted, "Just throw it anywhere!"

The Quaffle traces an arc in the air, flying from one end of the court to the other.

The powerful inertia caused the Quaffle's magical maneuver to lock the rudder.

Such an obvious shot was caught without a doubt, but unfortunately the Hufflepuff goalkeeper didn't catch it completely, and the ball and the goalkeeper went in together.

The sound of pages turning came from the commentary booth. Hermione exclaimed, "I found it! It's called 'Shooting the Halberd at the Gate'!"

"That was a beautiful goal, but unfortunately it didn't earn any extra points."

Professor McGonagall: "Cough cough cough"

"Alright, let's wait for Hufflepuff's substitute goalkeeper to come on."

In one game, the Hufflepuff team played very cautiously, as if they were afraid that their pitches would turn into cannonballs and hit them.

Oren breathed a sigh of relief after winning the match without any suspense, finally fulfilling Ron's entrustment of his son.

Many teammates also tried to persuade Oren to stay with the team, to which Harry replied, "If you're so tough, you can try to persuade him."

In the common room, Oren said happily, "Ron, you're finally back! I thought you'd be staying in the Hospital Wing for a few more days. But you'll have to play by yourself next time!"

Ron rolled his eyes and said, "I was supposed to stay a few more days, but Madam Pomfrey was afraid that hapless Hufflepuff would get up in the middle of the night and strangle me, so she let me out early."

"Honestly, Oren, you should have stayed with Gryffindor Quidditch Team."

"No, Ron, I've just been banned for life by Professor McGonagall."

Ron...

Hermione scoffed, "Hmph~ I've been banned from commentating too. I suspect it's because of you."

Oren retorted, "We have to speak from the heart, you're practically turning into a mini -Snape on the commentary stage!"

Ron ducked to avoid Mige's charge and said, "I almost had to go back to the Hospital Wing."

After reading the letter, Oren said, "Speak of the devil, Snape appears. I need to go see what's going on with your celebration."

Everyone...

Room of Requirement, Snape and Grindelwald were repairing the Vanishing Cabinet.

"Is this the cabinet that Malfoy spent almost a semester fixing? Aren't you two afraid he'll realize someone's touched it?"

"Don't worry!" Grindelwald retorted. "Relying on that brat, the cabinet will never be fixed this century."

Snape calmly said, "I will work with the Death Eaters to kill Dumbledore."

"I'll have Lily take a week off in advance, sending her off to Hogwarts under the guise of a trip."

Grindelwald nodded. "I'll protect those little brats in secret."

Oren prompted, "What about Harry?"

Snape frowned and said, "Hmm?"

"My the Chosen One! If they could only kill one person, the Death Eaters would definitely choose Harry."

"Ah?"

Oren...

"Alright, old bat, you can take a break now."