Quidditch World Cup

Harry picked up an ear of corn and said, "This is all bland and watery, is there any meat in it?"

Oren curled his lip. "Besides crops, I also have sand, but it doesn't taste as fine as real desert sand, so I wouldn't really recommend it."

Harry...

Fred asked, "Which team do you think will win?"

Oren replied, "I don't know, I'm just here to watch the fun."

"It must be the Bulgaria team," Ron said confidently. "Their Seeker is Viktor Krum."

George: "Maybe Ireland team will win, but Krum will catch the Golden Snitch. Fred and I bet a fake wand on Ludo Bagman."

Oren: "You gamblers, huh? You're going to lose all of Bitter Tea's money. Isn't anyone going to stop you?"

Fred, a Ministry of Magic, Percy, tried to stop it, but Ludo Bagman thought the fake wand was worth five Galleon, which terrified Percy.

George: "Yes, what did that Mr. Barty Crouch call him? Oh, Weatherby," Percy said, his eyes practically rolling to the top of his head.

"I've also heard that Mr. Barty Crouch speaks over two hundred languages, including Mermish, Troll Language, and Turkey languages."

"So many languages!" Hermione exclaimed. "That's amazing! Maybe I should learn a foreign language too."

Oren rolled his eyes. "I'll teach you a universal language that can communicate with all living beings."

Hermione: "What language is that?"

Oren: "Fists or spells will do."

Everyone...

Fred: "By the way, it seems the Ministry of Magic is planning a secret big operation."

"What secret?" Everyone looked at Mr. Arthur, who was fiddling with the matches.

Mr. Arthur paused in striking the match, and after a second of thought, he chose to feign ignorance. "Secret? What secret? We in the Ministry of Magic have no secrets."

Everyone...

"Fine, don't tell me then," Ron suggested. "How about we go for another walk?"

"But we just went out," Harry asked, puzzled.

"It's different," Hermione said. "It's already daylight, and there are lots of souvenir vendors here."

Oren, "Go?"

Hermione: "Let's go!"

Oren, holding an ice cream cone, strolled around the stall with the three little ones.

"Candy from other countries? I'll take it all. Headmaster Dumbledore has a particular fondness for it."

"Your unique magical materials? I'll take them all! And what else do you have that's even rarer? Holy crap, a dragon egg!"

"Can this be done openly? Remember to contact me privately."

The three little ones...

Oren would buy anything that interested him and then summon Kreacher to pack it up and take it away.

Hermione: "Oren, are you just going to let Kreacher follow you around like this? The Ministry of Magic will come after us!"

"Don't worry, it won't happen," Oren pointed around to the twelve o'clock direction. "There's a group of people playing with magical fireworks; those purple sparks shot twenty feet high."

"At six o'clock, there's another group of people flying around on will-o'-the-wisps and broomsticks; they're the ones who get arrested first Ministry of Magic making arrests."

"Hermione, please stop talking," Harry advised. "If you manage to persuade Kreacher to leave, Ron and I will be the ones carrying the loads."

Ron...

The little witch suddenly relaxed. "It's alright now. There's a group of people on the other side who's even more... arrogant than us."

Oren took a closer look to see who was even more arrogant than him.

"Isn't that Draco Malfoy?!"

Draco said to the stall owner, "I'll buy this one, and this one too, and also..."

Before he could finish speaking, Draco felt as if Troll had wrapped its arms around his neck. Could this familiar feeling be from the Troll Oren?

Draco's only thought at that moment was that it was all over.

"Isn't this Draco Malfoy? Long time no see! You've been avoiding me for a whole semester. There must be some misunderstanding."

Oren ignored Draco's henchmen, the Troll brothers Goyle, Crabbe, and the lion dog Pansy Parkinson.

Goyle and Crabbe shrank back, trying to minimize their presence. They knew their large size meant they could only bully someone like Harry.

If he were to run into Oren, his large physique would only mean taking a few more punches.

Draco's scrolling text had already reached Snape's repeated warning: if you don't want to die, don't go and jump into Oren.

"Come back to the tent with me," Oren said, pulling Draco along. "We'll have a long talk tonight, and we're sure to turn hostility into friendship."

Go to Oren's tent? That's a den of wolves! Can Malfoy even go there? Of course not.

"That Oren, can I not go? I..."

"Shh~, look how scared you are, you're rambling on and on. I'm not going to eat you, I just want to chat with you. As the old saying goes..."

"If a friend comes from afar, though they are far away, I will surely punish them. Bah, bah, bah!"

In no time, Draco was forcibly dragged to Oren's palace.

"What's there to be afraid of? Since we're here, let's make the best of it."

"What... what do you mean?" Draco stammered.

"Since we're here, let's bury him here," Hermione said, scratching her head. "I read about it in a book, but something about that book doesn't feel right."

Oren: "You've learned a whole bunch of things."

Hermione...

Beside the tent, Sirius Black and Lucius were chatting about pointless nonsense. Judging from their constipated expressions, they were clearly having a painful conversation.

Draco, seeing Lucius, seemed to have found a savior and rushed to Lucius's side, his spoiled young master demeanor returning.

After finishing his rambling, Lucius led Draco away, but Draco glared fiercely at Potter as they left.

Harry???

Dude, Oren you here, why are you glaring at me? Do you think I, Harry Potter, look that easy to bully?!

Sirius Black said, "You're finally back! Let's go to the VIP box to watch the game."

The group arrived at the ticket gate, where Mr. Arthur explained, "This stadium can hold a full 100,000 people; the Ministry of Magic has been busy with this for a whole year."

Hermione asked suspiciously, "Oren, what are you looking around for?"

"Waiting for someone!" Oren exclaimed with delight, "They're here!"

Hagrid ran over at top speed, his massive size causing the surrounding wizards to instinctively make way for him.

Oren: "Hagrid, you almost made it late!"

"You know, those little cuties in the Forbidden Forest sometimes need some care."

"Hagrid!"

"Hi Harry, Ron, and Hermione! Orion invited me to watch the Quidditch World Cup."

Oren waved a ticket and said, "I also invited Dumbledore, but he's been acting all mysterious all day, I don't know what he's doing, and he didn't agree."

The group arrived at the top-floor VIP box, where Oren asked, "Hagrid, do you prefer the Ireland team or the Bulgaria team?"

Hagrid scratched his head and said, "I prefer Gryffindor Quidditch Team."

Oren: "Me too."

"Hey, where's Harry?" Ron asked, looking at the empty seat next to him with a puzzled expression.

Oren: "Harry, instead of trying to chat up Cho Chang, you're going to chat up a House-elf?"

Harry scratched his head and sat back down. "Her name is Winky, I mistook her for Dobby."

Sirius Black: There's some juicy gossip!

His eyes gleamed with a gossipy light.

Ginny: There's a cheat code!

I was the one who met Harry first.