Another Blitz on Diagon Alley

After communicating for more than half an hour, Sirius Black's plan, which Oren considered comparable to Operation Market Garden, was devised on a whim.

Back in Little Nurmengard, before Oren could even hold a pre-battle meeting, Dog Egg showed up.

"Your Order of the Phoenix's ancestral graves have been dug up."

Oren???

Hogwarts.

Hermione asked curiously, "So what's going on now?"

Oren shrugged and said, "Not so good at the gravesite."

Hermione...

He took out the Phoenix Feather and made a phone call to Dumbledore.

"Hey, Principal, I have some bad news for you. Your tombstone has been stolen."

Dumbledore...

"What? Check if the wand is there? Quick, Hermione, go find the wand that was buried with the headmaster!"

"Without Oren, everything was looted, even the coffin lid disappeared."

Oren!!!

"What about the principal's double?"

"I don't know," Hermione said, shrugging. "It should be around here... I guess."

The two searched for a long time before finally finding Dumbledore in a tree.

So what should we do now?

Oren rolled his eyes and directed the dark wizards to stuff the substitute into the refrigerator.

"Of course we should listen to the principal's opinion. All we can do is make sure the stand-in doesn't tarnish our reputation."

Hermione...

"Okay, okay, Principal, I understand." Oren retracted the Phoenix Feather and said awkwardly, "Bury it back? Where am I supposed to find a coffin lid?"

Hermione pointed out, "I think that big refrigerator is pretty good, especially the flip-top one."

Oren hesitated for a moment, then slowly extended his thumb.

They were busy until dusk; without magic, this work would have gone on until the wee hours of the morning.

Ministry of Magic.

Nicolas Flamel, leaving the Daily Prophet behind, said, "How come I didn't know the Black family's ministerial son was so capable?"

Will chuckled, "We paid Galleon for Rita Skeeter; even we find it disgusting."

Sirius Black...

Oren pushed open the door and entered, saying, "During the day, the You-Know-Who knocked down Headmaster Dumbledore. The Order of the Order of the Phoenix settles its scores on the same day, so tonight we'll rob Diagon Alley."

Sirius Black...

Goodness, he was so unenthusiastic this morning, but now he's more enthusiastic than me.

The entire Order of the Order of the Phoenix mobilized, along with a large number of Auror.

The immobile, super-elderly Nicolas Flamel also sat in something resembling a sedan chair, which could be considered a towed version of the old-fashioned magic cannon.

The group headed to Diagon Alley, where the Leaky Cauldron stood out even more against the backdrop of the Muggle buildings on either side; after all, ruins don't really fit on any street.

Harry remarked, "These Death Eaters really know how to cause destruction; they even smashed that brick wall."

Ron chimed in, "Yeah, now you can see Gringotts directly from the bar entrance."

Sirius Black advised, "What are you kids doing here? It's too dangerous here! Go back!"

Oren nodded, agreeing that neither of the two children were quite up to par in terms of their ability to fill in the lines.

The two little ones took a step back to the left, indicating that the Minister of Ministry of Magic couldn't command the people of the Order of the Phoenix.

Sirius Black...

"Sigh~ If only you guys were as obedient as Hermione, she wouldn't be as mischievous as you."

The two boys broke out in a sweat just thinking about the stack of documents reaching the ceiling in Hermione's office; they'd rather fight the Death Eaters than endure that torture.

Upon discovering that the Death Eaters of the Order of the Phoenix had begun their attack, several individuals whose bodies glowed green in the darkness stood out.

It took quite a while to break through the Leaky Cauldron, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix were curious as to why the Death Eaters were fighting so hard today.

As soon as he rushed into Diagon Alley and saw the entire alley in ruins, Fred wailed, "George, we're going to go bankrupt!"

"Yeah, Fred, hopefully that guy Zonko's won't raise the rent this year."

A large group of Death Eaters arrived to provide support, with Bellatrix leading the pack.

Seeing his old rival arrive, Moody led his men and charged forward, casually tossing the two dazed kids behind cover.

Standing beside the ruins, Oren remarked, "How many dark wizards did this You-Know-Who hire? They're probably going to tear down the Malfoy family's doors and sell them for money."

"Well, it's not that bad yet, but we've almost sold all the windows."

Oren!!!

Will pulled out his wand and demanded, "Who's there! Show yourself!"

A dark figure crouching on the ground slowly raised his hands and gave a France military salute.

"Lucius!" ×2

At this moment, the head of the Malfoy family had lost his former air; he was unshaven, his hair was disheveled, and even his robes had several patches.

This person had the air of a wronged House-elf, which is why the two of them didn't notice him.

"You infiltrated here to assassinate the young master, didn't you? Oh dear, prepare to die!"

"Wait! Do you remember I surrendered? I was your spy!"

"You probably don't know that Lord Dark Lord... the You-Know-Who is in Diagon Alley."

Oren nodded and said, "No wonder the Death Eaters were fighting so hard today. But whatever, let's see if we can have a go at them."

Will asked curiously, "Lucius, shouldn't you, this fence-sitter, not surrender until the very end?"

Lucius said helplessly, "The You-Know-Who likes to kill people, Oren likes to destroy their spirits, and besides, the young master is still young, yet he doesn't even allow his men to bring their own food."

"More importantly, we're relatives." Lucius said, becoming smug again.

Will...

"Even in a war between two armies, I won't make things difficult for you, the undercover agent."

Lucius: "Wait..."

Will: "Heart-wrenching... Stupefy!"

Oren...

In front of Gringotts, the You-Know-Who was already laughing wildly and welding himself with Nicolas Flamel.

He also chose a good opponent; the one with the most magic power present was this old man, Deng.

The welding operation yielded no advantage, and the You-Know-Who summoned a giant fire serpent to pounce on Old Deng.

Oren waved his hand, Fiendfyre turned 180 degrees and charged toward Voldemort.

Voldemort?!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Oren unleashed another genuine Water Prison Spell, giving the bald-headed guy another taste of being washed like clothes after a year.

It has to be said that, as expected of a veteran Dark Lord, his strength is still there. Even after defeating the Fiendfyre and being cleansed again, he still has the ability to fight.

Another spell was blocked, and Oren kicked the trash can away. The metal lump flew in an arc and hit Voldemort's intervertebral disc.

Voldemort roared, "Black family brat!!!"

Nicolas Flamel, that old man, is unsportsmanlike and took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Oren to himself: Old Man Flamengo has enough magic power but not enough stamina. If he were to fight Voldemort, it would be a 40/60 chance.

He immediately waved his hand, signaling everyone to fight and retreat simultaneously.

Voldemort did not pursue them; the combined pressure from the old man and the young boy was no less than that from Dumbledore.

Poor thing, he was covered in sweat but not a single hair could stop him. The fact that he could even open his eyes now was already a testament to his ruthlessness.