Back to The Burrow

"..." Sirius Black lay on the ground, staring blankly at the cave ceiling, with what appeared to be a few tears still clinging to the corners of his eyes.

Dumbledore opened the locket in the stone basin, picked up the letter inside, and began to read.

"To the Dark Lord: By the time you read this letter, I will already be dead. I have discovered your secret, taken the Horcrux, and intend to destroy it. RAB's last words."

Sirius Black pearl, hanging from the corner of his eye, slipped down his cheek. Oren took the letter from Dumbledore.

At the same time, he thought to himself: This is a ruthless person. Although he is Death Eaters, he was able to risk his life to outmaneuver Voldemort right under his nose.

He put the letter back into the fake locket and handed it to Kreacher was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Dumbledore: "Alright, Oren, you take Harry back first. Leave this to me, Sirius Black, Kreacher, and me."

Oren nodded, opened a portal, and led Harry outside the cave.

Harry: "Orion Regulus, he..."

"Stop!" Oren interrupted. "Harry, what did you eat last night?"

"Huh? The charcoal Sirius Black made? Actually, it's not like it's inedible."

Oren pulled out a map and said, "Let me see the coordinates."

"Could you take me to the Burrow for a meal? Oren, please?"

As soon as the two stepped out of the portal, they saw a python baring its teeth at them.

Harry stared at Oren in disbelief. "Where is this? There don't seem to be any wild pythons in England."

Oren: "Calm down, Harry's just a swamp puppy."

"I can't calm down! The swamp water's up to my thighs! And Oren, you've got the map upside down! You've got south and north mixed up!"

Oren: "The emperor sits facing south, I am right!"

"Okay, okay, you're right," Harry pleaded. "Please hurry up and get the address right and open the door! That python is coming! It says it wants to eat us as snacks!"

The two ran out of the portal and returned to the outside of the cave, where the sea breeze made Harry shiver.

Harry: "It's so cold! I might catch a cold if Mrs. Molly doesn't make me some hot soup."

"Ha! You wish!" Oren opened the portal, kicked Harry back to Privet Drive, and returned to the Burrow himself.

Mrs. Molly: "Child, you're back. Headmaster Dumbledore took you to the swamp?"

"My mud-covered state was just an accident..."

With a loud bang, Oren felt the entire the Burrow tremble.

"George! Fred!" An angry Mrs. Molly grabbed a feather duster and was about to rush upstairs.

Oren pulled out a leather belt and said, "Wait a moment, Mrs. Molly, use this. It's much better than a feather duster."

Back in the room, Oren sighed, "The poor twins are going to suffer a lot."

"That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying!" Ron rushed into the room and leaned against the door, panting heavily.

"Oren, you have no idea how miserable George and Fred are."

"Shh~ Ron, don't speak, listen carefully, you can still hear screams."

Ron...

"They blew a piece of the roof off, which really angered Mom."

Ron locked the door before letting out a sigh of relief and asked, "Oren, what did you do all day?"

After Oren finished speaking, Ron handed him a packet of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.

"These are my treasured Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. Eating some candy will make me feel better."

Oren rolled her eyes at him and said, "That's it? Didn't Mrs. Molly increase your allowance?"

"It's improved," Ron said, puffing out his chest and raising his head. "It's increased by several Knut."

Oren...

A knock sounded at the door, and Ron went to open it.

Fred: "Hey, Oren, I need your help."

George: "Could you let us go into the suitcase space to experiment with the new fireworks?"

"Let's go then," Oren said, taking out his suitcase and pulling the three little red-haired boys into the small world.

George: "This sandstorm is really fierce!"

Fred, "It's definitely a good place to experiment with fireworks."

"Is there some strange natural phenomenon here?" Ron pointed to several dark circles in the distance. "They look like they've been burned."

Oren: "I experimented with the gas stove there."

Ron nodded and said, "I know that's Muggle stuff. My dad said it's really powerful."

Oren: "Alright, I'll have Ron remind me to open the portal for you. If he forgets, you'll be eating sand tonight."

The twins exclaimed, "Wait...!"

By this time, Oren had already dragged Ron out the door and run back to the Burrow.

In the evening, Ron squatted in the garden and complained, "Mom couldn't find George and Fred, so she made me clean up the Gnome. That's taking it out on me!"

"Oren, can you stop sewing that pile of cloth? That's something Ginny would play with! Come help me get rid of the Gnome!"

Oren ignored Ron and continued sewing the rag doll that was almost finished. It was a skill that Brother Tong had given him with great difficulty. Although it was a tailoring skill, he would be letting Brother Tong down if he didn't try it.

"Oren! For the sake of us being roommates, lend your brother a hand!"

Fed up with Ron's barking, Oren picked up a feather duster and said, "Shut up! See this royal feather duster bestowed upon me by Mrs. Molly?"

"If you don't work properly, I'll whip your ass hard with this, and you'll be eating grass roots here with the Gnome tonight!"

Ron didn't retort, but instead pointed ahead in horror.

"Oren, look! There are teeth floating in the darkness!"

Oren: "Huh?"

Two small black men approached the two men. Oren said, "Aren't these George and Fred? Why are you all blasted black? But how did you manage to sneak out?"

George: "We were lucky."

Fred "ran into Nicolas Flamel, who also gave us some feedback on our fireworks."

George was the one who opened the door and brought us back.

Oren: "You've come back all covered in black and gray? Mrs. Molly will give you a piece of her mind."

Fred: "No, she already taught us a lesson today."

"Really?" Oren raised an eyebrow. "Then I'll suggest she save it for you."

George: "No!"

Fred: "Oren, please, have some humanity! I beg you!"

"Hehehe, what kind of person are you? There are limits to everyone." Ron (making a funny face) "I'm going to report you to Mom right now."

Unfortunately, Ron was still the youngest of the youngest, and after being violently suppressed by the twins, he gave up his idea of reporting them.

Oren ate steak for dinner, and the poor twins had to eat belts on top of that.

Recalling the twins' miserable state, Oren fell asleep with a smile.

"Wake up, kid! Sirius Black is going to bury Regulus, and you have to go too!"

Oren slowly opened his eyes. "Headmaster Dumbledore, why are you disturbing my peaceful sleep? I was dreaming of a young general named Hulü Jin singing the Song of Chile to me, and you shook me awake before I finished listening."

Dumbledore!!!

You little devil, how dare you say that? Don't you even realize how many times you've woken up this old man's bones?

"Get up, kid, the Weasley family are ready."

Ron stood to the side, quietly hiding his holiday homework behind him, and chimed in.

"Yes, Oren, we've been waiting for you."

Ron: These days are so exciting. The first thing I see when I open my eyes in the morning is my own principal, and right next to him is my holiday homework that I haven't changed a single letter.