Voldemort Gets Cursed

The Order of the Phoenix fought their way back, while Moody pulled the heartbroken twins along.

Sirius Black, along with Harry and Ron, made their way to the Diagon Alley.

Voldemort saw through everyone's intentions but did not stop them, since none of them could do anything to each other at the moment.

"I'm telling you, even you, Baldy, aren't good enough. You can't even beat a super old guy like Harden."

Unable to find the magic attack effective, Oren opted for another type of magic attack.

Nicolas Flamel...

He only felt that Voldemort's welding force had increased again.

The poor black wizards who carried Nicolas Flamel's palanquin had their hair permed by the high temperature of the welding torch.

Fighting and retreating, the members of the Order of the Phoenix withdrew from the ruins of the former the Leaky Cauldron.

Voldemort flicked his wand upwards, and two spells exploded in mid-air, ending the welding operation.

He casually extended one hand and placed it on the remaining archway beside him.

Oren Ercon: "Hey~ no!"

Voldemort???

The archway's anti-theft function activated, and Oren's curse granted Voldemort's five fingers a nighttime glow-in-the-dark ability.

Moreover, everyone present could vaguely sense his coordinates.

Even from more than ten meters away, the members of the Order of the Phoenix could sense Voldemort's bewilderment and rage.

"Why are you looking at me like that, you bald-headed guy? I was just about to warn you, but you were so quick!"

"The Black family kid!"

"The boss is in phase two, time to get out of here!"

The group immediately Apparition away, leaving only a furious Voldemort and trembling Death Eaters in Diagon Alley.

Ministry of Magic.

Oren ordered, "Send those ten or so seriously injured people to St Mungo's's, and have the Ministry of Magic cover the medical expenses."

Sirius Black waved excitedly, "No problem! I can't believe our plan has brought such a surprise!"

Nicolas Flamel???

"In my fairly long life, your stupid ideas are among the stupidest I've ever seen."

Sirius Black...

"What do you mean by a stupid idea? We survived this time, which at least proves that we can fight Voldemort!"

Will wanted to roll his eyes at the excited Sirius Black. It was only thanks to the unknown young master Black, who was holding an ID card, that an old France barely managed to defeat Voldemort.

Oren said, "You'd better bring Rita Skeeter here and have her write about how the Ministry of Magic fought Voldemort and how it bravely defended the Wizarding World of England."

Sirius Black asked, puzzled, "But we clearly didn't win against the Death Eaters!"

"Your job is to convince wizards that the Wizarding World is protected!" Oren rolled his eyes, then asked Will, "Prime Minister, is there anyone named Humphrey? If so, get him to the Ministry of Ministry of Magic immediately."

Will explained, "There's no such person, but the Prime Minister suggested Sirius Black watch a TV series, but not more than half of it."

Everyone...

After a busy day, Oren decided to go back to sleep; as for whether Voldemort could sleep, he didn't know.

In the morning, Oren abandoned his Seer's Day, while Rita Skeeter performed consistently, boasting that Sirius Black was far superior to Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han.

"Hermione, has the curse on Voldemort been lifted?"

"No," Hermione shook her head and said, "The Order of the Phoenix report says that wizards within a five-kilometer radius can sense the You-Know-Who's coordinates."

"Is it that strong?"

Hermione???

"Don't you realize the curse you cast on yourself?"

"I don't know either. I just did it hastily, like adding too much water to flour and too much flour to add water. In the end, I still don't understand it."

Hermione...

"Alright, enough nonsense. Oren, today you have to persuade Professor Snape to steal the You-Know-Who's snake, check the train station platform, and..."

Oren...

The manor not far from Little Nurmengard is where Lily currently lives, while Snape lives in a cave nearby.

The cave was dark and damp. Although the living conditions were poor, it was fully equipped with wardrobes, perfumes, mirrors, and the like.

"Ahem~" Oren reminded him, "Professor Snape, don't rush to break through Sirius Black and Lupin's spell barrier. Let me tell you something before you go see Aunt Lily."

Snape straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, giving Oren a disapproving look that told him to shut up.

"The Order of the Phoenix needs you to return to You-Know-Who and steal the giant snake back. Lucius will help you too."

"What snake?"

"What other snakes are there? The one that bit Mr. Arthur's butt?"

"Oh, I don't remember."

Oren could tell at a glance that the old bat was pretending to be stupid; he just didn't want Lily to die.

He decisively threatened, "Sirius Black has been complaining to me lately that he's bored without James."

Snape curled his lip and said confidently, "That's really pathetic of him; he'll only be able to spend the rest of his life bored."

"That's not necessarily true!" Oren, taking out a bone and coiling it up. "Old Grindelwald's pension is really generous; he managed to squeeze out another piece of resurrection material."

Having escaped Snape's vicious hounds, Oren said, "Let's make a deal: you steal the remains of James Snake, and they're yours. If you accidentally send them, you'll be resurrected."

Snape gritted his teeth and said, "Deal!"

After watching the old bat fly away close to the ground, Hermione asked, "Does Grindelwald have a lot of magical materials?"

Oren nodded and said, "It's alright, I can manage to squeeze out one or two portions of materials."

"Oh, I see. And Oren, isn't it a bit much for you to mess with Harry's dad like that?"

"Where did James Potter come from? I snatched him from Fang's bowl."

Hermione...

"Aren't you putting Professor Snape in danger by trying to fool him like this?"

"It was a near-death experience. Whenever You-Know-Who got angry, Snape would die nine times over. But it's not a big deal; he'd be a fine horse and ox again after being resurrected."

"Wait, Snape went to steal the snake, so who's going to be the cannon fodder for the Dark Magic defense... Professor, who's going to take that role?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and handed over a letter, saying, "Professor McGonagall has already decided; you need to deliver the offer letter to Professor Lupin."

Oren scratched his head and said, "Oh, I see. Well, let's go then. I really don't understand why I'm the one doing the owl's work."

The front door of a small two-story house in London was kicked open.

"Professor Lupin, I'm informing you now..."

Lupin and Tonks in the living room were startled; they even dropped the spoons they were using to feed each other.

Oren???

Hermione explained, "They got married secretly last week."

"So that's why I'm doing owl work, it's a job even animals wouldn't do!"

Oren tossed the notification to a bewildered Lupin and asked, "What's next?"

"Visit the wounded Order of the Order of the Phoenix members at St Mungo's's."

The two arrived at a hospital room and discovered a strange scene: the black wizard, whether limping or missing an arm, was outside the door, listlessly inhaling mosquito coils.

Oren peered inside curiously and saw Phoebe feeding poor Bill.

The two didn't return to Little Nurmengard until noon. Oren pointed to his lunch and then to his mouth.

Hermione rolled her eyes and tossed a piece of dry bread over.

Oren...