A Bored Little Extra

Monday was a rare sunny day without any rain. The young Granger... well... she could also be called Minister Black, humming a little tune as she walked briskly into the Ministry of Magic.

However, her good mood for the day ended just ten minutes after she walked into the office.

"Hey buddy, why did the minister leave after only ten minutes on the job?"

"Shh~ Keep your voice down, can't you see the minister is about to explode?"

"Okay, okay, I'm just curious who could make the minister so angry? Aren't they afraid of dying?"

"Don't ask, just get back to work."

An enraged Hermione stormed back to her manor, burying herself in the fireplace.

Inside the manor hall, Oren was holding his infant son, who was not yet a year old.

Kreacher stood by, watching intently, his eyes filled with distrust and worry.

"Hey Kreacher, what's with that look? Would I possibly harm my own crown prince?"

"Oh right, right, why don't you put the young master down first?"

With a bang, the hall door was kicked open, and the startled Oren almost threw his son, Liu Bei, to the ground.

In a state of high tension, Kreacher lunged forward, only to miss completely and crash in an arc before landing right in front of Oren.

"Ah, this..." Looking at Kreacher, who was prostrating himself, Oren scratched his head and pulled out a few copper coins from his pocket, handing them over.

"Since it's not a holiday, I'll give you a smaller reward."

Kreacher...

Hermione rushed into the room and took a deep breath to calm her high blood pressure.

"Kreacher, you can go out now."

"Yes, madam!"

After Kreacher snatched the prince Apparition and disappeared from the spot.

"Who made you angry again? Come have a cup of tea to calm down."

Hermione sat opposite Oren, her eyes fixed intently on the suspect across from her.

"Have you heard the news about the recent unfortunate passing of a Muggle senator?"

Oren: ⊙∀⊙!

"Oh, I remember now!" he exclaimed sadly, slapping his thigh. "It's that exceptionally talented congressman!"

"It's such a pity that he left his loyal Britain at such a young age, only in his seventies!"

"If I had known of such a talent earlier, I would have certainly drunk with him, chopped off his chicken head, burned yellow paper, and sworn brotherhood with him!"

"It's a pity that life is unpredictable, and the big intestine is wrapped around the small intestine. Oh well, I won't say anymore. It's true that everything is predestined and nothing is up to us!"

Oren's face was filled with the sorrow of "You were born before I was born, and I was born after you had died."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Hermione rubbed her forehead; she was hallucinating that pig-like scream from the Muggle Prime Minister that morning again.

"Oh~"

Oren suppressed his grief and reverted to his usual ruthless, hardened demeanor.

"Let me ask you again, what are your thoughts on the theft at the British Museum?"

"No!"

"No ideas? So this case has nothing to do with you?"

"Um... I mean they have no evidence."

Hermione: (╯‵□′)╯┻━┻

Ten minutes later~

Hermione's breathing finally stabilized, and her blood pressure slowly decreased.

"Oren, go to the Dragon Country and attend a meeting for me."

"Huh? Why me? Couldn't you have sent Dumbledore or Snape instead?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore has retired, and as for Snape..."

"I don't believe you don't know, Snape succeeded! He's probably hiding from Harry and Sirius Black now."

"More importantly, you've been causing too much trouble lately; I need to take a break."

Oren: Huh?

"Kreacher!"

"Young Master, what are your orders?"

"Alas, the world has suffered under my Oren for too long. This departure is uncertain, and I know not when I will return. I can only entrust the Crown Prince to you."

"Um... Young Master, are you going?"

"He's just going to a meeting in Dragon Country on my behalf."

Hermione just rolled her eyes; she was too lazy to even comment anymore.

"Oh, young master, aren't you just going to a meeting?"

Three seconds later~

Nothing happened, except that Kreacher suddenly developed a large bump on his head.

"I obey the decree!"

Oren clapped his hands in satisfaction and got up to stretch his muscles.

When do I leave?

"First thing tomorrow morning"

"Okay! Hermione, you can leave it to me without worry. I'm a master at meetings."

"Hehe~ I just ask that you don't cause any trouble."

The next day at the airport, Oren swaggered over to a plane and exclaimed, "Isn't magic great? Why do we have to take a plane?"

"Cough cough cough~"

Oren turned to look at the young man in the loose brown uniform, his face full of resentment.

He stared at it for a full minute before tentatively asking, "Dog Egg... is that you?"

"Have I changed that much? It took you so long to recognize me?"

"No? Dog Egg, where did your dashing, ethereal, otherworldly aura go?"

"Hehe~ Wearing this uniform, the image of being dashing and elegant has nothing to do with me anymore."

Oren: ⊙∀⊙!

"Alright, stop standing there and get on the plane. It's a real shame we chartered this huge thing just for you."

As the two entered the cabin, three street thugs approached them.

"Oren, let me introduce you. These three are in charge of your security."

The young man with the four-leaf clover hairstyle in the middle of the three spoke first, "Hello."

"You bastard, look at you mana!"

Oren turned to Dog Egg and asked, "Seriously? These street thugs aren't here to be funny?"

"Ahem~ They're actually quite capable."

"Hehe~ Clover Sister's head shark fell."

Four-leaf clover hairstyle youth...

"A little girl with a bright smile."

Guagua Girl: Õ_Õ

"There's another one with white fur..."

"What else?" Dog Egg said confidently, "This man's character is beyond reproach."

"A repressed, white-haired guy"

Dog Egg...

The white-haired man blushed, as if he had been exposed.

"Ahem~ Oren, take a break for a bit. I'll call you guys after we land."

After saying that, Dog Egg pulled the three of them out of the cabin.

"Tch~" Oren closed his eyes to conserve his energy; he couldn't let Hermione down at the meeting.

A moment later, Clover Sister, carrying a bottle of fermented grape juice, crept up to Oren's side.

"Hey kid, what's up?"

"Hehehe~ It's nothing, I just wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with you."

As the plane landed, Oren, wearing sunglasses, stepped off, followed by a dejected young man with a four-leaf clover hairstyle.

Dog Egg scratched his head and stepped forward to ask, "What's wrong with this kid?"

"He tried to trick me into revealing information, but I got everything out of him."

"Really? This kid's as cunning as a honeycomb briquette, and you've got him in your hands?"

"It's real, I guarantee it. If you don't believe me, I'll tell you his bank card PIN..."

"Hey! Big brother, you really can't say this!" the young man with the four-leaf clover hairstyle exclaimed.

As darkness fell, the van drove smoothly along the road.

Inside the car, Oren looked down and enthusiastically showed off the street food, while looking up, he could see a young man with a four-leaf clover hairstyle looking utterly hopeless.

Dog Egg huddled in a corner, heartbroken over his wallet. Not only did Oren, that old bastard, use his money to buy snacks, but he also specifically chose to buy from roadside stalls that couldn't issue invoices.

Beep beep beep~

"Get out of the way! You're driving so slowly, don't block the road!"

Suddenly, a convoy appeared behind them.

Oren rolled down the car window, stuck his head out, and shouted, "I won't!"

Will, who was in the convoy, felt his heart skip a beat when he heard the noise.

He peeked out and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the young man in sunglasses opposite him.

When Oren pulled down his sunglasses, his heart skipped a beat and he almost fainted.

As soon as the two vehicles stopped, Will pounced on Oren in a tiger-like prone position.

"Young Master, is that really you? What brings you here?"

Oren snatched the cucumber the little girl was munching on and started slapping Will.

"Damn it, you have a bigger entourage than me when you go out. You dare block my way with your lousy clothes on!"

Five minutes later~

Will wiped his face and pulled Oren back into the van. His huge stomach practically squeezed the brooding white-haired guy out of the van.

"Young master, let me tell you, the core of this meeting is a king on the island."

"I know the young master wouldn't care about such a nobody, but let me explain in detail, consider it a stand-up comedy routine."

The convoy set off again, leaving only that brooding white-haired guy standing blankly under the warm yellow light of the streetlamp.