Temporary Worker Team

Outside the castle, Fawkes was howling mournfully; Dumbledore almost worn his lips out trying to get it to cooperate.

Will, carrying a stack of documents, reported, "We killed or wounded nearly thirty Death Eaters in total, which is more than all the Ministry of Magic's achievements this year."

Oren nodded and said, "Remember to give the headmaster a proper burial, okay? Bury him at Hogwarts so we don't have to buy land."

Will...

Professor McGonagall approached, handed over the parchment, and said, "This is the cost of repairing the castle. Our acting headmaster, please remember to approve it."

Looking at that long string of zeros, Will's wrist trembled and he almost threw the file away.

"What? I'm not the acting headmaster! Professor McGonagall, you are the rightful headmaster. You are the one who will succeed Dumbledore passes away."

"I think you should temporarily serve as the principal until the repair funds are approved."

Since he wouldn't have to break the Philosopher's Stone himself in the end, Oren said nonchalantly, "Alright then, Will, you know what to do, right?"

Will...

After Professor McGonagall walked away, the three little ones appeared.

Harry said, "How am I going to get through next semester?"

"How are we supposed to get through?" Oren retorted. "What are you even talking about? Grab this helmet and go report to Moody."

Ron reminded him, "We haven't graduated yet."

"I know, come on, take this helmet and go squat in the same trench as Harry."

Ron...

Hermione said, "But what about the NEWT exams if I don't go to Hogwarts?"

"So what? The real big shots are all dropouts."

"Which big shot dropped out? Oren, explain yourself!"

Grindelwald

Hermione...

After Oren slammed a helmet on her head, he said, "Now hurry back and pack your things. After Dumbledore's double's funeral, you'll probably be doing part-time work filling in lines for the Order of the Phoenix next semester."

The three little ones...

The following morning, preparations were underway for a grand funeral.

"Headmaster, are you sure you want to sacrifice the wand to the Stand?"

"There's no other way, kid. Tom will get suspicious if we don't do it this way."

"Alright, then you can use my wand first, since I don't use it much anyway."

"Forget it, kid, I don't really need your crowbar."

An old man and a young boy sat in front of the coffin lid of the body double and talked.

Will said hurriedly, "Urgent telegram from Azkaban! The You-Know-Who himself attacked there!"

Dumbledore waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and rob us, just make sure you get the Dementors back."

Will...

Before the funeral began, the three went to a nearby forest.

What does it feel like for a school principal to watch his own funeral?

Dumbledore didn't say anything, rolled his eyes, and continued eating his lunchbox.

"Principal, is this the second time you've eaten at your own banquet?"

Dumbledore...

"What a pity. Why didn't they use my plan for this funeral? That was a professional team hired from Africa; they certainly wouldn't have made the scene so solemn."

Dumbledore shrugged and said, "That's certainly interesting, but Minerva disagrees."

"Besides, it's not like I completely ignored you. What did you say back then? Burying ancestors upright ensures a better future for descendants."

Oren...

"Oh, by the way, child, someone will be coming to England to help you deal with the You-Know-Who. Don't forget to meet them."

"Principal, those people you recruited before? I thought they'd only show up for the final battle."

"Only one team came to scout ahead, just don't forget that, son."

"Understood. Please continue with your meal, sir. If it's not enough, ask Kreacher for more."

Dumbledore...

"Will, go and fetch Lupin. Have him scout Diagon Alley."

Will stopped gulping down his lunchbox and said, "He went to hunt down Snape, and he volunteered for it."

Dumbledore asked, "He should know that I only faked my death, right?"

"Probably," Will shrugged. "He might know, but he might also choose not to know."

Dumbledore...

At the funeral, the three little ones sat a bit towards the back, since the front row seats were for Rufus with the Ministry of Ministry of Magic and Moody with the Order of the Phoenix.

Both organizations are legitimate, but judging from their demeanor, it's unlikely they are truly respectable.

Hermione pointed to a bandaged head and said, "Is that a mummy? I didn't know the Order of the Order of the Phoenix recruited mummies."

Ron rolled his eyes. "That was Bill. He got hit in the face by a flying stone slab during that battle."

Hermione asked worriedly, "Will he be alright?"

"No," Harry said confidently. "You know how good Madam Pomfrey is."

Two little ones...

Small World, Grindelwald's Nurmengard Edition.

Oren exclaimed, "Old Deng seems to be better than you at civil engineering!"

Will...

"Does the young master like it here?"

Oren nodded.

The strategist Will suggested, "This castle isn't built in Austria, nor is it built in Germany."

"Instead, it was built on a continent that existed outside the Atlantic Ocean and didn't exist in the real world."

"So what are you trying to say, fatso? You're confusing me completely."

"What I mean is, young master, you can confiscate this castle."

Oren!!!

"Good idea. I will immediately notify Grindelwald in your name to confiscate his castle."

Will!!! Oh no! I'm going to die!

Upon entering the lobby, I saw the two people who had been waiting for a long time.

The young man was dressed in ancient costume and carrying a sword, while the middle-aged man with a square face was wearing a suit and looked tired, clearly someone who often stayed up late.

The young man said in broken English, "Hello, hello, my Li Gou Dan, you can just call me Xiao Li."

Oren nodded and said, "Dog Egg, that's a good name."

The young man, undeterred, said, "You can also call me Li."

"Calling me by my surname feels too formal, it's much more intimate to use my given name, don't you think, Dog Egg?"

Dog Egg gritted his teeth and kept comforting himself, "Look at that map that goes all the way to Persia, I can bear it!"

The middle-aged man spoke first, "My name is..."

Will slapped his forehead. "I remember now, aren't you the traitor who bought the young master's pot of moon soil?"

Middle-aged people...

Dog Egg introduced him, saying, "You can just call him Iron Pillar."

The middle-aged man also started gritting his teeth and cutting.

The four of them strolled around outside the Nurmengard Wonders area.

Dog Egg said, "I brought a lot of men with me this time. I'm a real battalion commander now."

Will scratched his head and said, "Our young master prefers to call it air transport."

The middle-aged Iron Pillar, said with a strange expression, "Then we can also do as the locals do and change our name to 'empty transport' as well."

Will looked at Oren.

"Don't look at me, Will, just treat them as temporary workers."

Three people...

The middle-aged Iron Pillar, pointed to a pile of tanks and rubbish on the open ground and asked, "Sickle?"

Oren glanced at it and said, "Oh, Grindelwald's crappy car. I was thinking of getting some shells that could penetrate the Shield Charm."

Dog Egg nodded and said, "That's a great idea, so did you succeed?"

"I'd say it's a success," Oren said, scratching his head. "All I need are some magical materials to use as projectiles, but unfortunately, those materials are sold by the Gringotts."

The middle-aged man, Iron Pillar, excitedly asked, "Could you sell me these cars at a lower price?"

Oren waved his hand. "How much is scrap metal per pound now Will?"

Will...

Dog Egg...

Iron Pillar...