Dementor Attack

"Ah Min, you're doing your homework again?" Oren flipped through her notebook and said, "Why don't you go back to your dorm and do it slowly?"

Hermione glared at Oren. "What's this, Hermione?!"

"Ron and Harry, stop spacing out! We still need to go back and tidy up our dorm. It's all that damn Peter Pettigrew's fault for making such a mess of our dorm," Orion patted their heads.

Ron rolled his eyes. How was he going to clean up that room full of bullet holes?

Harry rolled his eyes. What "we"? We'll be the ones cleaning up after ourselves and Ron... maybe Neville too.

Back in their dorm, Harry and Ron both sighed; they really had no experience cleaning up the scene of a gunfight.

"Let's wait a bit," Ron said, "Let's wait for Neville to come back so we can do it together."

Harry tapped on the bullet hole in the wall, nodded, and sat down next to Ron to start eating.

Oren...

"You two weren't really planning to deal with them, were you? I was just using that as an excuse to get Hermione out of the way."

"Here's what happened. I planned a Dementors attack. Once the Ministry of Magic personnel left the castle, the Dementors would launch their attack and kill Peter Pettigrew."

"By the way, what is Percy going to do now?"

"Is it that exciting? Tell me more!" Ron said. "Oh~ Percy is using all sorts of excuses to check on the Gryffindor students' pets."

"Besides me, he and Peter Pettigrew Scabbers have spent the most time together."

Oren, "Tsk~ Poor Percy, he's really done for."

Harry, "May Merlin protect him from going mad."

After a moment 'Oren asked Harry with a puzzled look, "The right side is saved, but what about the left side? One side is normal while the other goes mad?"

Harry blinked his big eyes. "Oren, the situation you described sounds like a stroke."

"Hey, hey, hey," Ron interrupted, "Stop talking nonsense, Oren. You haven't said what you want with Percy yet!"

"Oh, I've been thinking he's really eager to improve, so after the Dementors resemble Peter Pettigrew, let him make a name for himself in front of the Minister for Magic. He should know the Patronus Charm, right?"

Ron: "Would that work? Would that really improve him?"

Oren analyzed, "It will definitely work. Originally, he would only be a lowly servant at the Ministry of Magic after graduation, but after using his connections, he's guaranteed at least a job."

Ron...

Harry asked worriedly, "Oren, are you sure the plan won't go wrong? And why did you send Hermione away?"

"What are you talking about? Dumbledore approved of my plan, and if we told Hermione, she would definitely yell at me to stop it."

"I'm genuinely afraid those unreliable guys at the Ministry of Magic will let the criminals escape. It's safer to hand Peter Pettigrew over to the village committee than to them."

Harry Ron "What will" x 2

"Never mind the details, let's call Percy and put on our Invisibility Cloak to get back to the Room of Requirement."

The three returned to the Room of Requirement, and Percy arrived shortly afterward.

Percy: "Oren, did you need something?"

Oren calmly took a sip of tea and said, "Haven't you always wanted to improve? The Minister for Magic is coming soon."

Upon hearing that it was the Minister for Magic, Percy excitedly asked, "When?!"

Oren: "Look at you, in such a hurry! What are you going to do? Try to get acquainted with him? What's the point?"

"You stay here quietly and listen to my instructions. I guarantee you'll make a lasting impression on the Minister for Magic. By the way Percy, do you know the Patronus Charm?"

Percy "meeting"

Oren: "That's fine."

Percy???

As dusk fell, Ron ran back to the Room of Requirement and said, "The Minister for Magic and a group of people went into the Headmaster's Office."

Percy: "Should I go wait outside the Headmaster's Office now?"

Oren, "Look at you Percy, so impulsive and careless. How can you improve if you're so unsteady? Wait a little longer."

Percy...

After waiting for quite some time, everyone finally saw the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, with Peter Pettigrew and a group of people out of the Headmaster's Office.

Oren "followed after him."

The group arrived at the castle gate, Oren took out a monocular telescope to look at the group of Ministry of Magic personnel in the distance.

"It's too late now, they've all already left the castle," Percy said dejectedly.

"The real show has only just begun," Oren said casually. "It's starting! It's starting!"

Harry stared palely at the Dementors attacking the crowd in the distance, his legs trembling slightly, but he kept his eyes fixed on Peter Pettigrew.

Ron asked worriedly, "Oren, are you sure there won't be any problems?"

"No, Headmaster Dumbledore is overseeing the battle from the tower," Oren said, looking at Percy. "Alright, Percy, it's your turn. Remember to be quick; Headmaster Dumbledore will be making his move soon."

The Ministry of Ministry of Magic had calmed down and were using the Patronus Charm to deal with the Dementors, but no one noticed that Peter Pettigrew was lying on the ground.

Percy nodded and rushed out.

"Alright," Oren put down his binoculars and sighed, "Being the mastermind behind this actually feels pretty cool."

Harry swallowed hard and observed three seconds of silence for Oren's future enemy.

Oren and the two little ones waited quite a while before Minister for Magic Fudge finished making empty promises to Percy.

After the group reunited, they headed towards the Gryffindor Tower.

Percy, beaming, said, "Thank you so much, Oren. The Minister remembers me, and he even said I could work for the Ministry of Magic after I graduate."

Oren waved his hand dismissively.

Back in the common room, Hermione was waiting for them, holding Crookshanks.

"Where have you all been?" The little witch squinted, scanning the group with a suspicious look.

Oren: "Percy, you should go back now."

Percy nodded gratefully and then returned to the men's dormitory.

"What did you do? Why is Percy looking at you with such... respect?"

Oren retorted confidently, "It's normal for others to be respectful of my strength, okay? You're just jealous of my talent."

Ron: "Jealous of what? Jealous of your beauty?"

Harry covered Ron's mouth in horror, his pupils dilating rapidly, as if to say, "Holy crap, is this guy crazy?"

Ron, realizing what had happened, was immediately drenched in sweat, inwardly berating himself for not being able to control his mouth.

"Oren... Do you know when my godfather Sirius Black will be cleared of his crimes and when he will come looking for me?" Harry quickly changed the subject for the sake of his good brother Ron's safety.

"It'll be quick, don't rush. It'll only take a few days. Sirius Black will show up on his own once he sees the newspaper," Oren replied after turning Ron into Miss Weasley using Potions.

Oren: "Ron has become less Miss Weasley than Harley."

Harry took three steps back in alarm.

Hermione: "Alright, leave Harry alone. I'm just curious what you two went out to do."

"What could we possibly do?" Oren rolled his eyes at Hermione. "We're just four undergraduate wizards who snuck out to see Minister for Magic. What, are you suggesting we assassinate Minister Fudge?"

Hermione nodded; the explanation was reasonable.

The next morning, before dawn, Harry got up and started rummaging around packing his things.

Awakened, Oren threw a pillow and hit Harry in the face.

"Harry, what are you doing? Demolition?! Unless you give me a reasonable explanation, you can expect to spend the Christmas holidays as Miss Harley!"

Oren: Morning grumpiness ↑