Exploring the Little World

Five minutes later, the two were sitting in the kayak wearing life jackets.

Dumbledore looked at Oren like an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

"Principal, please don't look at me like that. Just tell me if it's fast or not!"

Dumbledore: "Quick! It's sinking very fast!"

Oren rubbed his nose. "It's not entirely my fault. It's because the Hogwarts ship wasn't sturdy enough, otherwise it wouldn't have broken apart at high speed."

"Stop making excuses, child. Let's hurry up and row the boat."

"And, child, don't you have any other boats in your treasure bag?"

Oren shook his head and said, "That's all. How about we salvage an engine?"

"No need," Dumbledore refused. "Let the wreckage sink to the bottom of the sea."

Rowing was out of the question, so Oren quickly made a small sail.

An hour later, Oren complained, "No way, Headmaster, we don't know how long we'll drift along with the sails. Let's use magic!"

Dumbledore glanced at the so-called sails and his eyelids twitched violently; a few pairs of shorts were draped over several sticks.

"Just make sure the child doesn't sink the boat again."

"Don't worry, Principal, there won't be any problems this time." Oren took out a piece of wood and rubbed four more propellers.

"Are you sure this will work?" Dumbledore asked skeptically.

"This time there's absolutely no problem," Oren said confidently. "Even if you don't believe me, you'll still believe in magic, right? These are all powered by magic."

Dumbledore nodded, indicating that Oren should begin his performance.

Oren brushed the sawdust off his clothes and said, "It's installed."

Dumbledore: "Then why aren't these things working?"

"Headmaster, do you know that a wizard's magic increases with age?" Oren looked at the old headmaster as if he were an idiot.

Dumbledore nodded. "But how does this help our current situation?"

"Of course I do. I need an old man as a magic battery so the headmaster can grab this cable and inject magic."

Dumbledore...

"Whoosh!" The kayak was filled with air, so this time it really took off, flying several meters before landing in the water and taking off again.

At this point, the small boat and the Knight Bus were only slightly less thrilling.

"Ugh~ Kid, stop the boat! I think I see the border wall!"

The propeller stopped working, and the small boat gently bumped against the boundary wall.

"It's unbelievable how quickly the space has expanded."

"Um... Headmaster Dumbledore, you'd better stop reminiscing. We'd better open a portal back."

"What's wrong, child?"

Oren pointed to the leaky kayak and said, "Later on, the two of us will be living in a giant pineapple in the deep sea."

Dumbledore: Huh?

With a "thud," Oren and Dumbledore were thrown out of the portal.

"Hey Principal, you're getting old, your reactions are slow! If you had opened the door any slower, we could have gone jellyfish hunting at the bottom of the ocean!"

"The child only swam a little, and there were no jellyfish or even seaweed in the sea."

Oren wrung out a corner of his robe, Dumbledore's expression twisted for a moment as he watched the seawater spill onto his floor.

"Principal, look how well I swim! I keep splashing the water and occasionally sip some seawater to taste the saltiness."

Dumbledore...

After drying his robe with magic, Oren grabbed a few bags of candy and left.

"Oren, you're back! Hagrid has found the mouse you wanted."

As soon as Harry arrived at the dormitory, he rushed over with the mouse cage in hand.

"Oh, find an owl and take this mouse to Snape."

Why was Harry sent to Snape?

"You silly child, if you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way. This rat needs to be sent to the old bat for a makeover. It'll have to be bald, right? And it'll probably be missing a finger, right? It's so fat, it'll probably have to go hungry for a few more meals."

Harry looked at the rat with pity.

"Stop looking at Harry, he's about to suffer a lot."

"Oh, right Oren, there's one more thing."

"Ah? Harry, what you're saying sounds so familiar, like someone I used to know."

"Oren, I've recently been learning the Patronus Charm, and I'd like to see your panda Patronus."

"See?" Oren beckoned with his finger to summon the Panda Patronus, then took out a few planks and started fiddling with them.

Ron: "Oren, what are you doing?"

"Ship models, to study ships capable of long voyages."

"Are you sure this isn't a raft? Can it sail long distances?" Ron looked at him like he was kidding him.

"I think it should be fine," Oren said seriously.

Ron...

A few days later in the small world, Oren was trying to persuade Dumbledore.

"Teacher, trust me. I'm going to be the Pirate King! And this ship was designed by me personally, so there's absolutely no problem."

After saying that, Oren patted the raft, and with a creak, several parts of the raft fell off.

Dumbledore...

"How about we skip the western voyage today and go explore the eastern coast instead?"

"Elbow!" Oren, seeing the raft already slowly sinking, decisively followed Dumbledore's advice.

As you walk west out of the woods, all you see is bare land.

Oren: "It's either sand or dirt; I'll open my mouth wide and eat my fill of dirt in the wind."

Dumbledore gave him a strange look.

"Principal, what kind of look is that?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly feel like you're a bit wasted at Hogwarts."

Oren...

"Principal, don't rush off, let me make myself a mode of transportation first!"

Thirty minutes later~

"Kid, what kind of monstrosity have you made? A metal frame with four trash cans?"

"Isn't time limited? There's no time to explain, Principal, get in the car!"

Dumbledore climbed into the car and instinctively grabbed the cables.

Seeing the old-brand dry cell batteries online, Oren stepped on the gas pedal with satisfaction. The garbage can chariot raced across the wasteland.

"You are the wind, and I am the sand."

"Ahem, kid, stop singing, it's a bit too much for the occasion."

"Hey, by the way, Principal, do you think the sun in the sky is real?"

"I don't know the child, but temperature doesn't lie," Dumbledore said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Headmaster, how about we practice by making a magic rocket and go see what happens?"

"Kid, are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding, I'm a wizard, not an idiot. I have a foolproof idea: let's go when it gets dark!"

Dumbledore: "Stop joking, kid! Watch where you're going!"

"Heh, driving a heavy tank is all about not looking where you're going."

With a "thud," Oren's trash can chariot flew into the mud.

"Don't worry, Principal, this little mud puddle is nothing to worry about. I'll be able to get out as long as I floor the gas pedal," Mudman Oren assured him.

The clay figure Dumbledore said, "Don't bother, I'll do it."

"Principal, don't worry, I can..." (glug glug)

Dumbledore...

After using magic to pull Oren out of the mud, the two stood on a hill and looked out at the endless wasteland in the distance.

"Son, do you have any other vehicles?"

"Yes, we also have a few kayaks. Principal, would you like to use them on land?"

Dumbledore...