With a sigh, Oren sat down and continued fiddling with the potion ingredients.
The more he researched, the more irritable Oren became.
"Done. This can completely cure the werewolf problem."
"So quickly?" Dumbledore nearly choked on his syrup. Was he some kind of genius?
Oren slapped AK onto the table. "One bullet per infection treatment."
Dumbledore...
With no other ideas, Oren could only return to Gryffindor Tower. He called Fred and George over, and the three of them entered the suitcase together.
"Come on, work hard," Oren said, sprawled on a recliner and drinking orange juice.
Fred rummaged through and sorted a huge pile of miscellaneous junk, while George studied the house blueprints nearby.
"Hey, look what I found! A bottle of hot sauce. We're in for a treat!" Fred said excitedly.
"In your dreams, Fred. I'm taking this to the kitchen to see whether those house-elves can make it."
Snatching the hot sauce away, Oren left the suitcase, leaving the two red-haired house-elves behind to keep working.
A senior Hufflepuff was busy with something in the kitchen. Oren walked over and asked,
"Excuse me, what are you making?"
"Ah, Oren Black."
Oren pointed at his own face. "You know me?"
"Hello, I'm Cedric Diggory. Of course I know the pretty little Gryffindor—"
Creak—
Cedric looked at the distorted corner of the table beneath Oren's grip and decisively followed his heart. "The handsome young wizard, of course I know."
"Want to try some chocolate spread? I added every kind of crushed nut I could find in the kitchen."
As he spoke, Cedric pushed a pile of bread slices toward Oren.
Oren took a bite of the chocolate spread sandwich. "It really is good. I came here because I wanted the house-elves to take a look at this bottle of hot