Planning the Capture

"Ta-da! The latest version of Wolfsbane Potion is complete! Headmaster Dumbledore, trust me, there's a very high chance this time we can completely eliminate the Werewolf," Oren said confidently.

Dumbledore: "Are you sure, son? Are you sure this solution won't poison the Werewolf?"

"Of course it's the symptom of turning into Werewolf under a full moon!" Oren touched his nose uncertainly, then added, though still somewhat evasive, "Aren't both methods the solution?"

Dumbledore's lips twitched. He put away the new Wolfsbane Potion, deciding to give it to Lupin after Snape's examination.

Harry was so eager for Sirius Black to come to him that he paced back and forth in his dormitory like a squiggly dog spinning in circles, a pace that continued until the end of the Christmas holidays.

"Oren, why hasn't Sirius Black come to find me yet?" Harry said impatiently.

"What's the rush? I bet Sirius Black doesn't even know he's innocent," Oren said, putting down his book. "And Harry, can you stop spinning around? I get dizzy just watching you."

"But how is that possible? The newspapers are all reporting on him, how could he not know?" Harry asked, puzzled.

Oren shrugged and said, "Dumbledore even personally posted a message in the Daily Prophet, telling Sirius Black to stop hiding, but there's still no news. My poor old headmaster lost a fortune because of this."

"Hey, I bet Sirius Black's probably crawling around in some dark corner and didn't see the newspaper at all."

"They were secretly plotting to kill Peter Pettigrew to avenge your parents, Harry, little did they know that the grass was already sprouting on Pettigrew's grave."

Harry: "What do we do then? Go to Hogsmeade and hand out flyers?"

Oren shook his head and said, "Harry, you're really out of your mind. You're the King in your haste! Sirius Black might be hiding in some sewer right now."

"Are we supposed to hand out flyers and post notices in the sewers? Do you even know how many sewers there are around here?"

"Do you think it's possible?" Ron wondered if Sirius Black thought all of this was a ruse.

"Merlin's big shorts, huh?" Oren exclaimed. "I didn't expect you could actually think. Ron, keep using that dry sponge in your head and analyze this some more."

Ron...

"But Ron's analysis is correct. Sirius Black might actually think he wasn't fooled. He's incredibly clever."

Harry: "Oren, could you help me think of a way?"

"Alright, since you've so sincerely asked me, I'll take pity on you and help you out."

"We'll prepare a mouse that's about the same size as Peter Pettigrew's Animagus to lure Sirius Black out."

"Then we'll coordinate with Headmaster Dumbledore beforehand, and set up a tight net so that even if Sirius Black could somersault a hundred and eight thousand miles, he wouldn't be able to escape Hogwarts."

Seeing Oren's expression that said, "If I catch you, you're in big trouble," Harry quickly reminded him.

"Oren! My godfather Sirius Black is innocent!"

"Oh, I see. I forgot." A hint of disappointment flashed across Oren's face.

"Harry, you and Ron go find Hagrid and have him go find the rat. I'll go find Headmaster Dumbledore and give him a heads-up."

After assigning tasks, Oren went to the Headmaster's Office and sat down in the principal's seat with practiced ease.

He muttered to himself, "Why is that old man never home?"

Upon entering the small world, I saw Dumbledore squatting by the boundary wall, fiddling with a bunch of measuring tools.

"Principal, are you here to take a dump?"

Dumbledore, said, "During this time, this space has actually grown quite a bit; perhaps it really will become as big as the real world."

"Time?" Oren scoffed. "I estimate about five hundred years, I guess? The sea will have turned into mulberry fields, and even the rocks will be covered in moss." Oren almost sang it out loud.

"There's nothing we can do about it," Dumbledore. "My child, you see, the newly expanded space is exactly the same as the forest in the real world."

"What if the newly expanded space is just dirt and nothing else? Would that speed things up?"

Dumbledore: "Probably."

The space of the small world suddenly began to shake, leaving the two of them completely disoriented.

"Ugh~ I must say, it wasn't as strong as the last tremor," Oren said, slowly getting up while leaning against a tree.

Dumbledore lay on the ground, his old bones nearly shaken to pieces.

"What happened last time, child?"

"It's nothing special; it just happened after I threw a belt into the boundary wall, and that's when the space started to expand."

Dumbledore...

Not only do you not want to tell me, but you're also giving me the runaround. Why doesn't my belt have that function?

Old Deng slowly got up from the ground, rubbing his aching back, and asked, "Son, did you come to see me because you need something?"

"I almost forgot, I came to ask for your help in capturing Sirius Black." The headmaster whispered in my ear, "Here's how it is..."

"Are you sure?" Dumbledore looked at Oren with a strange expression. "What if he knows beforehand that I'm innocent and then shows up?"

"Hehe, that would be best," Oren said, shrugging. "If there's nothing else, I'm off."

"Wait," Dumbledore stopped Oren and said, "There's another task I need your help with."

One hour later~

Oren wiped his brow and said, "Headmaster, the stone tower you made is truly remarkable. It's at the level of the Neolithic Age. It's a waste of your talent that you're not a stonemason."

"This isn't a stone tower," Dumbledore said, rubbing his aching back. "This is the entrance."

"I also made quite a few suitcases that can be used to enter this space, but unfortunately, the suitcases can only enter through the stone tower, but cannot exit."

"Tsk tsk," Oren, "Principal, isn't this a case of killing without burying the dead?"

Dumbledore...

A few days later, in the common room, as soon as Oren entered, Harry rushed over eagerly.

"Oren! Oren! When are you going to start the operation?" King Harry urged impatiently.

"What's the rush? Be patient. Hagrid has already visited every pet shop in the United Kingdom Wizarding World."

"Pet mice are easy to find, but where can you find an old, ugly, bald, fat rat? I've already paid Hagrid to hire people to catch rats all over London."

"Maybe Sirius Black will just pop out on his own? Okay, I need to start researching Potions."

Harry could only continue pacing, like a Hook spinning in place.

"Is there any other way for Oren...?"

Oren waved his hand to interrupt Harry, took out Phoenix Feather, and said, "What! Okay, okay, I know, I'll be there."

Hermione: "Where are you going? We're about to have Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

"Headmaster Dumbledore wants to see me. Oh, and could you please ask for leave for me?"

Oren arrived at the Headmaster's Office, which was classically empty, and then went to the small world, where the classic old man was squatting in the corner.

This time, however, the indoor boundary was transformed into an endless lake.

"What happened here, Principal?"

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!" Dumbledore scooped up some water and tasted it to check the saltiness. It was clearly salty. "Who knew a whole ocean would appear overnight?"

"Shall we go see what's on the other side of the sea, Principal?"

"Walk slowly"

A short while later, Dumbledore used the Levitation Charm to bring back a small boat, the kind used to pick up first-year students.

The two boarded the boat, Oren asked, "Headmaster, this is too slow. Can you speed things up?"

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the small boat sped up, but not very fast.

After a moment's thought, Oren took out four motorcycles from his system space, removed the engines, and then used alchemy to install propellers on them.

"Principal, buckle up! Starting four engines is incredibly fast."

Dumbledore stared curiously at the engine at the stern and said, "How fast is it? Ugh!"

The small boat shot forward instantly; to the uninitiated, it would appear as if it were skimming the surface of the water.