Ancestral Home

Oren: "Headmaster Dumbledore, didn't we agree to bury someone? What are you doing in this little square?"

Dumbledore...

"Child, this is Grimmauld Place. The Black Ancestral Home is right here, and the family cemetery is beneath it."

"Underground? Principal, isn't that a bit abstract?"

Dumbledore: "Perhaps."

"Are you sure this is a house and not an ancient tomb?" Oren asked incredulously. "It's eerie, there's a musty smell in the air, and the decorations are definitely sinister."

"Principal, I think we should go to the southeast corner and light a candle."

Dumbledore bewildered, not understanding what he was trying to do.

"Oren, you can light the candles if you want, huh? Why is there a curtain here?"

Dumbledore casually pulled back the curtains, and a scream startled Oren so much that he dropped his candle.

"Principal, what's going on? There are rice dumplings here?"

The portrait screams, "How dare you, you crooked-nosed old freak! Get out of the Black Ancestral Home right now!"

"And you, little... oh child, come closer, yes, let grandma take a good look at you. Just like Phineas said, you really do look like Regulus."

Dumbledore???

Am I really that old, ugly freak with a crooked nose? Back in the day, I was a well-known handsome young man in Godric's Hollow, famous for miles around!

Before the old woman in the portrait could recount the stale stories of their Pure-blood families, Dumbledore swiftly drew the curtains and dragged Oren away.

"This place is even worse than the Chamber of Secrets!" Oren wiped his brow and shouted, "Kreacher! Kreacher!"

"Young Master Oren, what do you need Kreacher to do?"

Go and take that portrait from the doorway.

"Kreacher can't do it; the portrait of the mistress is under a spell and can't be removed."

"If we want to open up the Kreacher space, even if we can't take down the portrait, can't we at least tear down the wall?"

"Old people will definitely prefer peace and quiet. Kreacher, remember to find a quiet room to place the portrait."

"Kreacher understands!"

"One more thing, remember to lock that room, okay?"

Dumbledore coughed, "Child, let's hurry, Sirius Black and the others have been waiting for a long time."

By this time, a considerable number of people had gathered in the family cemetery beneath Black Ancestral Home.

Dumbledore patted Oren on the shoulder and said, "Regulus is a hero, but unfortunately Voldemort is still out there. We can't let him know about the locket, so the funeral must be held in secret."

Oren nodded in understanding. "Principal, should I cry in this situation?"

"That's the kind of child he is."

"Waaaaah~ Okay, Principal, you know my situation. I've tried my best, but I really can't cry."

Dumbledore...

"Hagrid! I need to do you a favor."

Hagrid: "Headmaster Dumbledore, what do you need me to do?"

"Come closer, and tell me this and that."

"This... Headmaster Dumbledore, isn't this inappropriate?" Hagrid hesitated.

Dumbledore pointed to Oren's expressionless face.

"I'm sorry, little Oren," Hagrid said through gritted teeth, pinching Oren's thigh.

"Hiss~ Hagrid, have you been drained of your energy by whiskey? Even your Fang are stronger than you."

Hagrid...

Dumbledore exclaimed in surprise, "They're not crying! That's unusual!"

Oren scoffed, "A man doesn't easily shed tears."

Sirius Black, looking dejected, approached Oren and before he could react, a handful of sand was thrown in his face.

"Ah! Waaaaah~ There's Old Six here!"

Hermione and Harry, who had just entered the catacombs, were both startled by Oren's tearful outburst.

"You're crying so hard," Hermione, taking a handkerchief from her purse and handing it to Oren.

"If Sirius Black threw sand in your face, I guarantee you'd cry even harder than I did."

Hermione...

Harry suggested, "Oren, perhaps we could try to Scourgify spell?"

"Stop messing around, Harry! I've already checked, this sand is definitely enchanted, it must be Dumbledore's doing!"

Harry...

Oren was not fully aware of the entire funeral procession because he couldn't open his eyes at all, and everyone assumed he was too heartbroken to disturb him.

Oren didn't recover until the funeral was over. He decided that he would plan to steal the Gryffindor's Sword when school started.

Sirius Black: "I'm going back to Privet Drive with Harry. Kreacher, are you coming?"

Kreacher completely ignored him; Sirius Black and Narcissa were irrelevant. In his heart, only Lord Oren was the rightful heir.

"I want to stay with Master Oren."

Oren: "Kreacher, you need Mrs. Molly's permission. I work for her."

Kreacher forced a pitiful expression onto his tightly furrowed old face, which looked incredibly ugly.

Mrs. Molly...

"Yes, Kreacher, you poor little fellow."

Mr. Arthur, his hair disheveled, ran over and said, "This old house is terrible! I ran into a Boggart and even fought a grumpy Ghoul in the bathroom!"

Dumbledore: "Miss Granger, let's leave Black Ancestral Home Apparition."

Oren casually opened a portal and said, "Does anyone want to go back through my portal? It's only one step back to the Burrow from here, and it ignores the Anti-Apparition Jinx array."

Hermione pointed at the portal and said, "Oren, you'd better look back."

Oren: "Huh?"

Behind the portal was a paddy field, and a water buffalo was carrying half a blade of grass in its mouth. Its eyes were wide open because it had seen something incomprehensible.

"Ahem, that was just an accident," Oren waved his hand again before opening the portal to the Burrow.

Everyone...

Oren and the Weasley family returned to the Burrow, and just before the portal closed, Sirius Black shouted, "See you at the Quidditch World Cup!"

With Kreacher by his side, Oren couldn't have lived a better life.

"Kreacher, please get me my water glass."

"Tsk~ This hair is almost down to my waist, Kreacher, could you cut it shorter for me?"

"Kreacher ..."

Just before Oren was about to become a cripple, Mrs. Molly intervened. Except for helping in the kitchen, Kreacher was not allowed to do anything for Oren.

Inside the small world, Ron stepped down from the stone tower.

Oren: "Oh, it's Ron. Are you here to help me with some work?"

Ron asked in horror, "Why are you making so many metal spiders?"

"Oh, this is an inspiration I got from Kreacher. I'm a civilized person, after all; it's best not to lay a hand on someone when you're about to beat them up."

"So I decided to get some thugs... oh no, I mean, henchmen."

Oren pressed the remote control, and the giant metal spider shrank into balls, then shrank again and reassembled into a bracelet.

"Oren, why are you making all this useless stuff?"

"What are you talking about? The last time we dealt with the Basilisk accident. Dumbledore weakened it; otherwise, that mere Basilisk wouldn't have been a match for my Demon Engine."

"Yes, yes, you're right, Oren. I'm here to find George and Fred; my mother ordered me to bring them back."