Outsourced Detective Work

On the screen Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Ariana are slurping coconuts on the beach.

Dumbledore said, "I've traveled all over the world and gathered a lot of people. I'm ready to defeat Tom at any time."

"Yes, Headmaster! Hurry back and be my slave, or rather, hurry back and help me find Hufflepuff's Cup!"

Dumbledore shook his head. "My child, I believe in your wisdom."

"Do you believe me or not? Hurry up and come back to help. If all else fails, Grindelwald can come back and be your slave."

Both elderly men suddenly experienced intermittent hearing loss.

Oren sighed and said, "Fine, at least that sullen guy from Hog's Head didn't have to party with you guys."

"I'm here!" said Aberforth, the crystal ball holder, with displeasure.

Oren...

To prevent Old Deng from having an easy time, Oren decisively dumped the messy affairs of the International Confederation of Wizards on him.

However, being a detective is still very painful, but fortunately Oren can take a break by using the excuse of taking the train back to school.

Will, the new Auror leader and the third-in-command of the Order of the Phoenix, has no choice but to take over this mess.

Inside the private room.

Harry lazily flipped through the Daily Prophet and said, "The headquarters of the Quibbler has been attacked by Death Eaters?"

Oren, controlling the vortex above his head, said, "That's right, the Death Eaters used a dirt plane to send Luna's family to the sky. She and her father are currently tented in Little Nurmengard."

Harry said sympathetically, "There's nothing we can do; this isn't the first or second time they've reported on the You-Know-Who in the Quibbler."

"Not only Luna's house, the Burrow was also sent to the sky. Fortunately, the Weasley family usually live in Little Nurmengard and didn't suffer any losses."

Harry asked, "What about the Ghoul in the attic?"

"Ah! Harry, I almost forgot! That annoying thing should have been sent by now."

Harry...

Hermione and Ron returned to their box after their patrol.

Hermione said, "There are more young wizards coming to school this year than I expected."

Ron exclaimed in surprise, "Malfoy hasn't come to school this year! He must have joined the Death Eaters!"

Oren shook his head and said, "Maybe Lucius was pulling Draco to figure out how to steal the You-Know-Who's snake? Although Headmaster Dumbledore released the sea, you have to admit Draco did manage to kill the double."

Everyone...

Hermione looked at the vortex above her head, summoned the listless Kreacher, and had him throw in one piece after another of the House-elf ' dirty clothes.

Oren Washing Machine!!!

In the Diagon Alley, Snape, who had been repeatedly drilled through by Voldemort with the Cruciatus Curse, leaned against a half-wall, slurping up Draught of Peace.

Lucius swaggered over and asked, "What's the arrangement from the Order of the Order of the Phoenix?"

Thanks to Oren's sinister curse, Voldemort could sense the location of any wizard within a five-kilometer radius.

"Go and steal that stupid snake."

"That's impossible," Lucius said in a low voice. "That thing is practically inseparable from the Dark Lord."

"The Black family kid likes to make people pledge their loyalty; in his eyes, you're just a useless piece of trash."

"Even if I succeed, given how much the Dark Lord values that beast, I can't get very far."

Snape sarcastically remarked, "You could try to curry favor with that kid with Hufflepuff's Cup, even just a clue. Maybe that little devil will let your family off the hook."

"An artwork?" Lucius exclaimed excitedly. "I also have several other works of art hidden away. Could they replace the golden cup?"

Snape flicked his greasy hair and said, "In that brat's words, not everything can be solved with Galleon. Only Hufflepuff's Cup interests that little devil."

"And I must remind you, fifty more dark wizards are coming tomorrow. Just think about your empty vaults that could run out of Gorgon's money."

After saying that Snape flew away as if skimming the ground, completely ignoring Lucius's gloomy face.

Hogwarts.

Having failed to find any clues, Oren first approached Trelawney, hoping she could Prophecy the location of the Golden Cup.

After wasting more than ten minutes listening to her ramblings, Oren wished he could hit the witch with the sherry bottle on the ground.

Based on the principle that if one side is dark, another side will be bright, he also invited a team of temporary workers.

At the Headmaster's Office door. "Zhu, you better figure out for me later where that Tom planted my golden cup!"

He was kicked out of the Headmaster's Office by Professor McGonagall less than thirty seconds after entering.

"Sorry, I made a mistake. I forgot this is Professor McGonagall's territory now."

Iron Pillar...

Dog Egg...

In an empty classroom, Iron Pillar stood with his eyes closed, counting on his fingers and muttering to himself. Whether it was accurate or not, his demeanor was far more outrageous than Trelawney's erratic behavior.

"I've figured it out, Hufflepuff's Cup is underground."

Oren...

"Master? This Britain is quite large, isn't it? How long would it take to find me one by one?"

Iron Pillar shook his head and said, "Three feet deep isn't enough, it's far too much..."

Oren was immediately overjoyed and decided to send these two men to Britain a resource exploration across the country, a practice known as exile.

At the entrance of Hogwarts, watching the two leave with long faces, Oren patted the dark wizard standing guard beside him and said...

"That's a good guard duty, but remember to always keep your eyes open while on guard duty."

Dark Wizard: Sweating profusely...

Back at the Room of Requirement, you'll see Hermione reviewing a huge stack of documents.

Harry said sympathetically, "I thought it would be great that you don't have to do homework like me, but it seems like doing homework is even worse."

Ron asked in confusion, "What do you mean by not having to do homework? What do you mean by being the same as you?"

Harry patiently explained, "My mom is now Professor McGonagall's assistant, which is basically the vice-principal, so my mom is the vice-principal."

Ron...

"I'm so angry!" Hermione threw down a stack of documents and said angrily to Oren, "What kind of meal costs two thousand Galleon! Do you think the Order of the Order of the Phoenix's money grows on trees?!"

"It didn't come from nowhere; it was all built up by Will's hard work. The speed at which he made money depended entirely on his hand speed."

Hermione...

"That's an exaggeration! This report is full of nonsense, three whole pages of filler! Isn't that disgusting?"

"Calm down, Hermione," Oren explained. "Isn't this normal? If he doesn't take it, how can Agent Will take it? Will can't take it, how can he advance?"

"Please take care of these matters. If you really can't stand it, you can ask Moody to take over for you. I need to focus my energy on military matters."

The three little ones...

"Ahem!" Ron interrupted, "Um... Oren, I don't want to do my homework either, do you have any ideas?"

"Yes, yes, just go report to Will now, he'll arrange for you to fill out the forms. Not only will you not have to do your homework, but you'll also get paid."

Ron shook his head and said, "Sorry, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Oren...