Oren's mouth twitched as he changed the subject. "How's Hermione been lately? Is she still alive?"
"Probably. She took every class available. Her homework for one day is enough to keep us writing for a year. I honestly wonder how she still finds time to eat."
"Rather than take every class, I'd rather face Sirius Black. At least he'd give me a quick death."
Oren shrugged and began sorting through the clutter by his bed.
"Hagrid didn't just send a computer; he sent game discs too. We can play games now."
"Muggle games?" Ron's eyes lit up.
Harry still looked dead inside. "Impossible. You don't have a monitor, and Hogwarts doesn't even have electricity. Dudley has a computer. I secretly played on it before."
"I'm an alchemist." Oren spread his little hands. "I can modify it in twenty minutes. As for the screen, I still have plenty of those projection screens from the Library."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Harry instantly came back to life and rubbed his hands together eagerly.
Oren... You recovered pretty fast, kid.
Thirty minutes later~
"Phew, that was a little harder than I expected." Oren glanced at the two sweating beside him. "You two didn't really help, but thanks for your hard work anyway."
Harry...
Ron...
Oren picked up a hastily cobbled-together controller, slumped into a chair, and directed, "Harry, go press the power button."
Harry ran over to the computer and pressed the startup button. A projected screen appeared before Oren. Looking through the games on the disc, he said, "Heh, might as well revisit some classics."
"Oren, let me try!" Ron stared at the racing game on the projection with gleaming eyes.
"Here." Oren handed him two controllers, and two more projection screens appeared in the air.
Harry pointed at the somewhat