Muddy Bog Valley

Hehe, hehe

Dumbledore stared out the window and kept grinning foolishly.

"Principal, have you suddenly developed dementia?"

Dumbledore pointed out the window and said, "Child, look for yourself, doesn't this look like the England?"

"Huh? Principal, how did you figure that out? It's either sandstorm or fog outside; you can only see about 1.5 meters."

Dumbledore: "Let's go to Godric's Hollow in the Little World!"

Whoosh! The pumpkin carriage reached the speed of an airplane, only flying a little lower. It sped along at breakneck speed, then drifted and came to a sudden stop.

The two stepped out of the car, Dumbledore nodded, saying, "This is Godric's Hollow."

"Principal, how did you figure that out? The valley is just a muddy swamp. I don't think any creature other than Peppa Pig would like a place like that."

"It's alright, child. With a little magic, it will look just like Godric's Hollow in the real world."

The two returned to the Headmaster's Office after opening the portal. Dumbledore very happy, humming an unknown tune.

Having finally managed to get rid of Oren, Dumbledore started writing letters. At this point, the only way to deal with Oren was to dismiss Dumbledore; there was no way he could be moved by his current size.

Gryffindor Common Room.

"Hermione, wake up! How did you fall asleep while doing your homework? It's the History of History of Magic, that's definitely hypnotic."

Oren tossed aside his History of Magic, which was a third soaked with Hermione's saliva, with disdain.

"Ah! What time is it?" Hermione exclaimed, startled awake. "Oh no, I forgot my Charms class! I have to go apologize to Professor Flitwick!"

"Calm down, Hermione. It's just missing one class. Look at me, I skip classes all the time and I'm fine."

Hermione rolled her eyes at Oren, thinking to herself, "You, the Dark Lord 3.0, have Dumbledore to cover for you when you skip class, but I'm just an ordinary little witch, and nobody's going to cover for me when I skip class."

"No, Professor Flitwick will be angry, I have to go..."

Oren produced a dozen blank sick notes signed by Dumbledore.

"I've given you plenty of leave slips; you can even write that you need to go to Azkaban."

"Give them all to me? Oren, don't you need these?"

"I never need a reason to skip class!" Oren declared defiantly.

Hermione... is this the confidence that Dark Lord prospective has? I've seen it all!

"By the way Hermione, do you know where Harry and Ron went?"

Hermione is definitely visiting Sirius Black in the Hospital Wing. He got a really bad beating from Snape; Madam Pomfrey practically wants to wrap him up like a mummy.

Sirius Black is still talking about you, aren't you going to go see him?

"No way! Hermione, you know how much time you waste looking at idiots. These days, the front page of the Daily Prophet is all about his innocence and Pettigrew's death."

"If he had seen a copy of the Daily Prophet with no more than 60% damage while scavenging for food, he wouldn't have hidden it for so many days."

"I really want to use my goose-feather sword to peel an apple for that show-off Sirius Black."

Hermione suddenly burst into a comical laugh, saying, "Sirius Black thought you were his daughter, Oren, but he was sucked senseless by the Dementors and doesn't remember you."

A red light seemed to flicker in Oren's eyes: The hunt has begun!

Hermione quickly stopped Oren was about to kill Sirius Black to silence him, and advised him against it.

"No, no, it's not that bad. Let's go to my Divination."

"No, I, Ao Banxian, don't need to attend Divination. Go away, don't delay my ritual."

Oren had already taken out his cauldron and started brewing the Potions. Hermione pouted and went to class.

Halfway through brewing the Potions, Hermione stormed back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

Oren: "Hey Hermione, what's wrong with you? Why are you so angry?"

"Professor Trelawney said I didn't have a talent for Divination, so I dropped the course."

"Oh, I see. Then you probably really don't have any talent." Without looking up, Oren tossed a silver ingot into the dry pot. The silver was instantly corroded. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was boiling aqua regia.

"Headmaster Dumbledore doesn't keep idle people; Professor Trelawney does have some real skills."

The little witch retorted, "Then what about Quirrell and Lockhart?"

"Ah, this," Oren stopped stirring the crucible and said, "Consumables are priced separately."

Hermione...

"Oren, what are you brewing? Aqua regia?"

"Hey, hey, hey, Hermione, look carefully! This is a new type of Wolfsbane Potion!"

"Are you sure? Poor Professor Lupin, may Merlin bless him."

Harry and Ron walked into the common room with expressions of utter disbelief.

Oren: "Are you seeing ghosts?"

Ron "even more outrageous than that."

Harry: "Ernie told us that Hermione hadn't missed a single Muggle Studies, but that class was held at the same time as Divination, and Hermione was just in Divination with us."

The three of them stared at Hermione with strange looks.

Oren: "Don't be afraid. One person appearing in two places at the same time, ha~ a classic horror story."

Despite saying he wasn't afraid, Oren had already gripped the copper coin sword tightly in his hand. If this guy who looked like Hermione made the slightest move, he would unleash a powerful dragon attack.

Hermione: "This was just a way for me to take all the courses. Professor McGonagall told me to keep it a secret, but you guys found out."

"What kind of technique?" Oren asked. "The ability to create clones? I'd like to learn that too."

Oren desperately wanted to learn the art of creating clones so he could do several things at once; a truly ruthless person is one who even pushes themselves to the limit.

"What do you mean by 'cloning magic'? It's Time-Turner!" Hermione pulled out the necklace and slapped away Harry's outstretched hand.

Oren: "No, Harry! What kind of Gryffindor Chosen are you?! This is too reckless! Aren't you afraid of sending us guys to the Jurassic period to see dinosaurs baring their teeth?!"

Harry shrank back sheepishly.

Oren Hermione's explanation, Orion lost interest in the Time-Turner, because time was too precise a concept and not suitable for Oren's approach of "I think it's fine, so I'll just start working on it."

In the dormitory at night

Oren: "Everyone, go to bed early tonight, tomorrow's Quidditch Match!"

The four people in the dormitory fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

"Great Khan! Great Khan! Wake up! We've arrived at Fishing City!"

"Hiss~ This dream is getting weirder and weirder." Oren quickly shook his head, trying to shake off the strange thing.

Harry: "Oren, you're up really early today! Are you here to cheer me on? Don't worry, I'll definitely beat that Malfoy guy and win the match!"

Oren: "You're riding Firebolt! If you lose, Malfoy will write about it in the joke section of the Daily Prophet."

Harry...

At the Quidditch Pitch, the young wizards around were cheering for Harry.

Cho Chang: "Harry, good luck!"

"Not Harry? And you're blushing already?" Oren said, exasperated. "You blush just from a cheer? If a little witch wrote you a love letter, you'd be all smiles."

Harry...