The Burrow.
"I never thought Dad would be so lucky, winning the Daily Prophet's grand prize."
Ron lay on his bed and sighed. "He'd originally wanted to use that pile of gold you conjured before, Oren, to visit Bill in Egypt."
"It's a shame you didn't take the picture with us, Oren. The Daily Prophet's front page that day was a photo of our whole family."
Oren poured the sand out of his shoes. "I was looking at the bizarre corpses in the pyramids."
"You know, photographers with two legs are common. Skeletons with several heads aren't."
Ron climbed off his single bed. "By the way, what did you give Harry for his birthday?"
Oren shrugged. "Doesn't Harry always complain about how harsh the living conditions are at his aunt and uncle's house? And now they know he can't use magic outside school."
"So I made him an AK with alchemy. No matter how terrible the environment is, you can always trust Kalashnikov."
"I don't know what that is, but I hope Harry likes it," Ron said uncertainly.
"Trust me, Ron. Harry will love that thing to death."
Late at night on Harry's birthday.
Harry opened the presents Ron and Hermione had given him: a Pocket Sneakoscope and a broomstick servicing kit.
After subduing the biting book Hagrid had given him, he eagerly opened Oren's letter.
Hey Harry, this is something to improve your quality of life. It doesn't contain a trace of magic, so feel free to use it without worry.
Harry impatiently tore open the wrapping, then stared blankly at the gun barrel protruding from inside.
After a long silence, he finally squeezed out, "Merlin's underpants!"
The next day.
Inside the suitcase, Oren leisurely drank tea and read a spellbook. Not far away, Ron, George, and a group