A Palace

Inside the tent (palace)

Ron: "This is huge! I feel like I might even get lost inside the tent."

Oren called out, "Kreacher, is there anything to eat here?"

"The roasted rabbit will be ready soon," Kreacher replied in its high-pitched voice.

Hermione: "How can you eat a bunny when bunnies are so cute?"

"Hermione, I know you have a lot of compassion, but I'll only let you save half a rabbit at most."

The little witch nodded, "Half it is fine."

The roasted rabbit was served by Kreacher and eventually divided equally among the young wizards. As for Sirius Black and Mr. Arthur... well, they'll just have to stay hungry.

"How about we play a Exploding Snap '?" George suggested.

"I might consider it if it were Gwent," Oren, taking out another pile of fabric and starting to sew.

Hermione's eyelids twitched uncontrollably as she watched, and she whispered to Harry, "What's gotten into Oren?"

Harry shook his head, indicating that he couldn't.

Ginny, "My mom always uses magic; this is the first time I've ever seen someone sew something by hand."

Five minutes later, Oren sewed on the last button.

Hermione said with a strange expression, "It's pretty well made, just like the ones sold outside, but... why make a Troll doll?"

Fred snatched the Troll and said, "That's strange. It doesn't slap people or spit on them. That's not like you, Oren."

George: "Oren, are you out of work? We pranksters can die, but we can't be without work!"

"You're right, George," Oren began pacing around the room.

"I've got it! I'll add a spell to it. If there's danger, I'll just throw the doll out, and it'll grow bigger and use a stick to hit people."

"Just like that Troll from the first year, it probably won't be as resilient as a real Troll."

Fred suggested, "How about you add fire damage?"

"It's too difficult, but it's definitely a good idea," Oren agreed. "Fred, has anyone ever told you that you're a genius?"

The twins, heads held high and chests puffed out, said, "That's exactly how Nicolas Flamel praised us!"

After a while, Oren and the twins finished working on the Troll Doll 2.0.

Oren: "That's good. If nothing unexpected happens, I won't be making dolls anymore. This is a one-of-a-kind piece; anyone interested?"

Knowing the power of this monstrous thing, the twins both took a step back. When Ginny saw her brothers retreat, she followed suit.

Harry was just pulled away by Sirius Black, so this big gift must belong to either Ron or Hermione.

This seemingly insignificant gift ultimately landed squarely on Hermione's face (physically).

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully my dodging skills were superior. At this moment, Harry awkwardly walked into the room.

Ron remarked, "Harry, you're dressed like Malfoy."

Hermione: "Do all Pure-blood families dress like this?"

"Young master?" Oren scoffed. "Harry's demeanor is more like that of a rich man's foolish son."

Harry...

"Children, we should light a fire," Mr. Arthur said as he entered the room carrying a pot.

The crowd looked at Mr. Arthur with confusion, then at the roaring fireplace.

Seeing the confusion on everyone's face, Mr. Arthur said, "The Muggle are all making fires outside the tents. Don't forget to be aware of Muggle safety regulations."

Oren pursed his lips; Mr. Arthur clearly just wanted to start a fire for fun.

Mr. Arthur: "I need to boil some water. Let me see the map where the water source is."

Oren led the three little ones out of the tent to get some water.

Hermione: "I thought you wouldn't do these chores."

"You don't understand, do you? With so many wizards from all over the world gathered here, there must be food stalls. Let's go get something to eat!"

Oren was rich and powerful, and he would try every little stall he came across on the street.

Harry put down the cup with a contorted expression and said, "This tastes like soup made from tree leaves."

Ron: "This chicken leg is pretty good."

Hermione: "This doesn't taste like chicken leg. Could it be some kind of Fantastic Beasts?"

"This jerky looks fancy," Oren said disdainfully. "It has no flavor, and it's even a bit prickly in the mouth."

"Wait..." Harry gestured, "Actually, that's a wood carving I bought..."

Hermione!!!

"Oren, tell us the truth, are you even human?"

"Why do you always slander people, you little witch? Look at me, I have two arms and two legs, I walk upright and have no feathers, how can I not be human?"

The three little ones...

"How about we get some water first?" Harry suggested.

His suggestion was unanimously approved, and then Harry went off to fetch water by himself, carrying four buckets.

Ron yelled, "Harry! What are you doing spacing out? You're soaked in water!"

Harry: "Oh! Oh! I just saw Cho Chang, but I didn't notice her for a moment."

Ron...

Hermione whispered to Oren, "It's a pity. If Harry really liked Cho Chang that much, he should have spent more time with her last semester."

"Yes," Oren agreed, "A moment of indulgence can ruin your entire life."

After fetching water, everyone returned to the tent (Harry and Ron each carried two buckets).

Oren: "We've got the water, but where's the fire? Where's the fire you promised?"

Mr. Arthur scratched his head sheepishly. "I was just curious and accidentally used up all those things called matches."

Hermione: "Oren, bring out another box of matches."

"No"

"No, Oren, you definitely have it."

Hermione, believe me, it really didn't happen.

"Oren is a good option."

Helpless, Oren pulled out an old-fashioned flamethrower and said, "This is all I have. Hermione, you can make do with this."

The little witch's eyelids twitched wildly as she said, "Quickly put it away! It'll be trouble if Muggle see it!"

Mr. Arthur sighed and said, "Gather around, everyone, let's secretly start a fire with a spell."

Sirius Black sat down by the campfire, looking exhausted. "I hate exchanging pleasantries with those guys."

Oren: "There's no other way. As the Prime Minister of the Black family, this job is yours to do."

Sirius Black: Huh? Wasn't he the Regent when we last met?

Sirius Black, looking at the pot on the campfire, suggested, "How about we cook something?"

Mr. Arthur: "What are you cooking?"

Sirius Black: "Just cook whatever's available."

Ron: "But what do we have?"

Ginny shook her head. "I have nothing."

Harry: "I have some Rock Cakes; maybe it'll be ready to eat after cooking for a few hours."

Oren summoned Kreacher and sent him to the small world to pick some fresh crops to cook.

"Young master, the things have been brought." Kreacher, his face bruised and swollen, carried a few ears of corn and some potatoes.

Oren: "What's wrong with you?"

"Young Master's Toothed Cabbage has gone berserk and is destroying the farmland, but please rest assured, Young Master, Kreacher has already subdued it."

While treating Kreacher, Hermione said, "Toothed Cabbage? It's not Biting Cabbage, is it? That Sickle very dangerous!"

"I don't know what it is either. I found it at Hagrid's place," Oren said nonchalantly. "It's not dangerous. It only bared its teeth at me once."

"After I knocked off a few of its leaves, it behaved itself."

Hermione...