Sirius Black Captured

The group arrived outside the Forbidden Forest, where Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Lupin, and Harry were waiting.

Hermione whispered to Oren, "Aren't you going to save Sirius Black? He's got a black eye from Snape."

"Okay, okay, I'll go save him," Oren said, pulling Snape back.

"Stop hitting him! You're beating him like that! Bah! Bah! Bah! A wizard is doing his job, Merlin is watching. As a wizard, leave him some leeway so you can meet Sirius Black again in the future!"

Snape ignored him and continued to beat Sirius Black.

Harry rushed forward anxiously and grabbed Snape, but he was too weak to hold him back.

Harry closed his eyes, steeled his resolve, and the Potions entered Harley's mouth.

Faced with Harley's obstruction, Snape finally stopped, albeit reluctantly.

Sirius Black must have been woken up by the beating; he slightly opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was Harley.

He couldn't help but sigh to himself, "I saw Lily. This must be the end for me. It's a pity I didn't kill Peter Pettigrew with my own hands." His head lolled to the side and he fainted again.

Oren remarked, "Harry's a tough guy."

Hermione looked at Lupin and said, "Professor Lupin, what are you doing here, and wearing a wet robe?"

"I heard Sirius Black had appeared, so I came out to check," he suddenly said, his expression changing. "I was too hasty and spilled the Wolfsbane Potion."

Hermione was only slightly nervous. After all, Dumbledore, Professor Snape, and Oren, a potential third Dark Lord, were all there. Even if Voldemort came, she wouldn't be too panicked.

The dark clouds that had been blocking the moonlight slowly dispersed, and Professor Lupin, amidst screams, twists, and dark crawling, transformed into Werewolf.

Before Dumbledore and Snape could make a move, Oren pulled out a metal baseball bat and smashed it on Werewolf 'Lupin head.

The dragon-like power sent most of Lupin 'Werewolf hound teeth and wolf teeth flying.

Oren kicked the Werewolf Lupin, who lay on the ground, lifeless, and said, "How about my 'Force Breaks All Laws' move? A mere Werewolf is easily taken down."

"Heh," Snape Troll. "

"Hey, you old slick thief, how dare you ruin my plans? Come and fight me to the death!" Oren brandished his baseball bat and charged at Snape.

Dumbledore hurriedly stopped Oren; if he didn't, the third unfortunate corpse would soon be born.

"Forget it, Oren, let's just forget about it."

Oren, who had punched Snape three times, calmed down and happily returned to the Gryffindor Tower with the leave slip granted by Dumbledore.

As soon as it was dawn, Oren rushed to the Headmaster's Office.

"Headmaster, wake up! My ship is finished! Come explore the Grand Line with me! Wake up! We're going to be the Pirate Kings someday, how can you stay in bed like this?"

Dumbledore rolled his dead fish eyes. He had stayed up until the wee hours last night waiting for Sirius Black to walk right into his trap, and was about to send him and Lupin to the Hospital Wing. Now, just as he lay down, that damned little devil Oren was here again.

Dumbledore sighed...

Oren dragged a listless Dumbledore into the small world.

"How many trees have those wooden puppets of the children planted?"

Oren grinned and said, "Not many. If one out of ten trees survives, that's good."

"I just don't understand, I've already planted the saplings and watered them, but these trees still won't survive!"

Dumbledore shrugged. "It's a positive development, kid. Where's the ship?"

The two arrived at the seaside, where a small wooden boat was moored to a makeshift dock, and some wooden figures on the boat were banging and hammering away.

"Principal, what do you think of this ship?"

Dumbledore nodded. It wasn't a garbage can chariot, nor a construction waste composite; this little boat actually looked quite decent.

"Come on, Principal, I feel like this little world is expanding every day. Today I'll take you to see what's on the other side of the sea."

Oren and Dumbledore were lounging comfortably in deckchairs on the small boat.

"I must say, kid, the boat you built this time is really good."

Oren proudly replied, "Of course."

At this moment, the speed of the small boat began to decrease. Oren's lips twitched. Why is this thing so easily praised?

What's wrong with the child?

"It's alright, Principal. They're probably just out of fuel. This little boat has consumed a soul in its journey of a hundred nautical miles. Why don't you go and refuel?"

Dumbledore took the bottle from Oren and walked into the cabin.

The small boat started again in less than five minutes, but Dumbledore rushed out of the cabin in a panic.

"Child, where is the keel of the ship?"

"Huh? What's that thing?"

Dumbledore: "Keel! That's a very important structure. Without it, how can the ship withstand the wind and waves?"

"Never heard of that. I figured as long as the hull is strong enough, that's fine," Oren said nonchalantly. "Calm down, Principal. This little world is peaceful; where would any storms come from?"

A wave splashed onto the boat, causing it to rock slightly.

"Child, are you sure this ship can hold on?"

"Principal, listen to your weak tone! Were you ever Britain naval officer? You should know shame!"

Dumbledore a tactical lean back.

"Ahem, Principal, don't worry, this boat is very sturdy. It was built by wooden people, one plank at a time, hammered together. You may not believe me, but you can certainly believe in the wisdom of these wooden people."

Dumbledore's eyelids twitched violently. Wooden figures? They're just things driven by the souls of mice and rabbits; what kind of wisdom do they have?

As expected, after several large waves, Dumbledore and Oren found themselves clinging to a piece of driftwood, floating on the sea.

"No problem. I remember a big shot once managed to..."

"Alright, kid, stop making excuses. Luckily, I was prepared."

Knowing full well that Oren was unreliable, Dumbledore had already modified a small boat.

"Headmaster, have you taken another small boat used for picking up new students at Hogwarts? Should I modify it for you?"

"No need, I've already modified it." Dumbledore wiped away a cold sweat. Modify it? Has any ship you've modified survived a sinking?

The two boarded a small boat and drifted for an unknown distance. Dumbledore, "It looks like land!"

Oren observed carefully but saw nothing. "The principal has amazing eyesight!"

Upon reaching land, the two were greeted by a fresh northwest wind with an excessive amount of sand.

"Pah, pah, pah! Principal, please wait a moment, I'll conjure up a vehicle right away."

Dumbledore's eyelids twitched, and he decisively took out the carriage that he had prepared beforehand.

"No need, child, I'm ready."

"Heh~ I was actually planning to use the remaining trash can to make a flying vehicle, but you've really lost out this time, Principal," Oren said before getting into the car.

Dumbledore...

He's already experienced car crashes and shipwrecks; he doesn't want to experience a plane crash as well.

After getting into the vehicle Dumbledore used magic to propel it forward.

"Principal, I thought what I made was abstract enough, but I didn't expect you to be such a master of abstract art as well."

"This was modified from a carriage, wasn't it? Originally, it was a pumpkin-shaped carriage, wasn't it?"

Dumbledore stared at Oren in disbelief. "You know that what you're making is abstract?!"