Sand Until You're Full

"Sigh~" Dumbledore sighed. Oren, that little devil, was really unreliable.

"Let's walk," Dumbledore, conjuring a barrier with magic.

After walking only a few miles Oren complained, "Headmaster, let's just leave it at that for today. At least those people on their pilgrimage had a horse."

"What if the child walks a little further and almost reaches the end?"

"I can't go on anymore. Why don't you continue, and I'll go back to my Gao Village... ah, I mean, Gryffindor Tower?"

Dumbledore opened his mouth as if to say something, but instead tasted a mouthful of fresh northwest wind and sand, leaving him no choice but to open a portal back to the Headmaster's Office.

"Pah, pah, pah! This place is absurdly sandy!" Oren suggested. "Headmaster, what do you think about me making some wooden figures to plant trees?"

Dumbledore returned to his headmaster's seat, brewed himself a cup of tea, and said, "A good suggestion, but why not use magic?"

"Then we still need a wizard, right? Wooden figures are better; we don't have to pay them and they can work day and night. Even if we bring in the twins, their work efficiency will just be a little lower."

"Child, in the past, your behavior would have resulted in being hung on a street lamp in some places."

"Hehe, Principal, we're really Britain here. If we're really serious, there definitely won't be enough streetlights."

Dumbledore took a sip of tea-flavored syrup and asked, "What does the child think about the relationship between wizards and Muggle?"

"Standing and watching," Oren pulled out the chair opposite Dumbledore. "Now, sitting and watching."

Dumbledore...

"I mean, what's your opinion on the relationship between the two Oren?"

"Alright, alright, so what if a wizard knows magic? Magic can solve magic problems."

Oren opened a portal, and the sand blowing out turned Dumbledore's tea-flavored syrup into tea-flavored mud.

"I'll just renovate this awful place and let the wizard move in with his bags, and that'll be fine," Oren said nonchalantly.

Dumbledore put down his teacup and said, "My child, are you willing to hand over this little world to the Wizarding World?"

"It's just a small world, but now is not the time to announce it to the Wizarding World. You know, Headmaster, this is a very big bargaining chip."

Oren didn't care about this so-called small world at all; it was just a product created by some unknown big shot's belt.

What if Brother Tongzi gives him some cultivation manual someday? Brother Tongzi, you know me, I really want to cultivate immortality.

Dumbledore "moving all the wizards to the Small World would indeed avoid conflict with the Muggle."

"Headmaster, what nonsense are you talking about? Of course, wizards move to the smaller world, and wizards and Muggle coexist in the real world!"

Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction. What wonderful children they were! They simply coexisted without any thoughts of wizards ruling the world. It seemed his educational career had been quite successful.

Oren watched as Old Deng inexplicably felt a surge of satisfaction.

"Kid, haven't you always wanted to learn how to use a gas stove? Here, this is my notebook. It contains information about the Fire God Paves the Way and some speculations about Fire Release: Body Protection."

"Principal, you've just given me your secret weapon like that?" Oren said incredulously. "Should I then say, 'If you don't abandon me, I'm willing to become your godfather'?"

Dumbledore was about to agree, but something felt off.

"No need for that. Oh, look!" Dumbledore said, pointing out the window, "Harry is flying really fast on that Firebolt!"

"Yeah, I kind of regret not going to watch the Quidditch Match, and instead spending my time eating sand in the wasteland with an old man like Deng."

Dumbledore...

"Kid, do you think Harry Potter will win?"

"Huh?" Oren a handful of sunflower seeds at Dumbledore and said, "If we can lose a direct confrontation with Firebolt, Harry can hang himself on a crooked tree and become a teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll shaped like a sunny day)."

"Weren't the Dementors supposed to pack up and leave soon? Why are they still on the field?"

Dumbledore observed for a moment and said, "Is that a person in disguise?"

Oren, cracking sunflower seeds, said, "Are you crazy? Trying to pull a stunt in front of Professor McGonagall? He'll lose all his House Points."

"Harry won, kid. You can go to the stadium and celebrate with us now."

"Alright, Principal"

Dumbledore sighed. It wasn't that he wanted to get rid of Oren; it was mainly because the boy was littering with sunflower seed shells.

At the entrance to the Quidditch Pitch.

"Congratulations Harry on winning the game," Oren, giving Harry a hug.

Harry: "Ptooey, Oren, why are you covered in sand?"

"Dumbledore and I went up the hill to get some fresh air from the sandstorm. And Harry, why are you clutching your stomach? Did the Firebolt rip your balls off too fast?"

Harry smirked and said, "I'd like to know more about Cho Chang, that Oren."

"Hey kid, give me three minutes and I'll tell you everything I know."

Hermione: "Oren, what are you talking about?"

"Holy crap, I thought pandas' black eye sockets were invincible, but I didn't expect they also had those claw hands!"

Hermione rubbed her eyes. "I can't help it, I have a lot of homework."

Even if you graduate with O's in every subject and go to the Ministry of Magic, you'd be risking your life for a few hundred Galleon a month.

Hermione: "But I still want to learn those things."

"Hermione, what are you doing Muggle Studies? What's the point?"

"I just want to know what it's like to see Muggle from a wizard's perspective."

"Staying up late causes wrinkles"

"Really?" Hermione was clearly startled. "I'll think about it."

Oren patted Harry's head. "Alright, Harry, stop that weird 'hehehe' laugh."

Harry: "Oh, let's go to our Gryffindor celebration!"

Oren: "Screw you going! Tonight we can proceed with the special operation to round up Sirius Black. Don't sleep too soundly tonight!"

midnight.

Oren: "Are you guys asleep?"

Harry whispered, "No, I'm so excited about seeing my godfather today that I can't sleep."

"Ron! Ron! The kid's fast asleep, Harry, go wake him up."

The group met up with the twins at the entrance of the men's dormitory, and then picked up Hermione in the common room.

Hermione whispered, "I have no problem finding Harry a godfather, but isn't Oren's entourage a bit too much?"

"It's alright. Even if we get caught, it's only a matter of three or four hundred House Points. It's nothing to worry about."

Oren's words terrified everyone, and the whitening effect was outstanding.

"Just kidding. Headmaster Dumbledore gave me a pass; I'm granted permission to go on a night stroll. It's a special privilege from the headmaster. Let's go to the castle gate and wait for someone."

At the castle gate, Ron asked impatiently, "Who are we waiting for? Why isn't he here yet?"

Oren "Waiting for Snape"

"Oh, old bat..." Ron stiffly turned his neck, looking in horror at Snape beside him, who was emanating a chilling Snape.

Snape handed the rat cage to Ron and left, clearly more interested in catching Sirius Black than in punishing the Weasley.

"Gulp"

"Look at all you cowards!" Oren called out to the group, "Let's go to the Forbidden Forest!"