Post-Match Attack

Before the opening ceremony even began, Oren pulled a bottle of whiskey from his pocket and poured a glass for himself and Hagrid.

Hermione put down the game overview and said, "There's a team mascot performance later, I think it's something like Fantastic Beasts."

Hagrid's eyes lit up when Fantastic Beasts were mentioned.

"Hopefully, they'll be some rare cuties."

"Maybe," Oren said, downing his whiskey in one gulp. "Hagrid, are you raising fish?"

Feeling embarrassed, Hagrid also downed his whiskey in one gulp.

"You'll get Hagrid drunk!" Sirius Black said. "I've looked it up, and none of my mother's family are like him. Sometimes I really suspect he's the child of Regulus and the dragon mother."

Just as Sirius Black was about to get beaten up, the Minister for Magic pulled him away for a chat, along with the unfortunate Harry.

Percy walked over looking exhausted, grabbed the whiskey bottle, and took a big gulp.

Oren: "How's work at the Ministry of Magic, Percy?"

"It's just like that," Percy complained. "Low pay, lots of work, no sleep."

"I still have to write that damn crucible thickness report. By the time I finally finish it and hand it in, it'll just be some old man's desk mat."

"Ugh, I'm like a slave, working like a beast of burden in the department, doing all that work for Barty Crouch Sr.. He doesn't even remember my name. What did he call me again, ah, Weatherby?"

Oren...

Hagrid...

"That's all for now. They've finished their pleasantries, and my life as a beast of burden is about to begin again."

Percy left, taking half a bottle of whiskey with him.

Hagrid shook his head and said, "This child is really resentful."

Oren nudged Hermione and said, "Look! Is this the Ministry of Magic you've always dreamed of? Life here!"

Hermione: "That's not true! Percy is Barty Crouch's personal assistant, it's normal for him to be a little tired. You see, Mr. Arthur doesn't seem to suffer as much at work."

"But Mr. Arthur's job is low-paying, easy, and has holidays, but it doesn't offer much of a future. His life will probably just stay like this forever."

"I remember when we were in second grade, Mr. Arthur was almost attacked during a search."

Mr. Arthur coughed.

Oren and Hermione both looked at him.

"It's nothing, I just slipped and accidentally poked my lung with the wand handle."

Hermione...

Oren: "Be careful, improper use of your wand will bring tears to your eyes."

Mr. Arthur...

Host Ludo: "Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup! Please allow me to introduce the Bulgaria team's mascot."

"Are those cheerleaders dancing?" Oren asked doubtfully. "What happened to the mascot? Shouldn't we have gotten something like a dragon or a griffin?"

"I don't know," Hagrid shook his head in disappointment.

Oren: "Harry, what do you think... Harry, where are you?"

Harry, Ron, Sirius, and the other two were already standing at the railing, poised to jump into the water.

Hagrid pulled Sirius Black back, while Oren, with one in each arm, dragged Harry and Ron back as well.

Oren asked, "What's wrong with you all? Why are you acting like dogs that have seen a bone?"

Hagrid: "It's different. Even if Fang went hungry for three days, he wouldn't be this pathetic."

Three people...

"That's Veela," Mr. Arthur said, taking off his glasses, which were polished until they shone.

"Oh, it was Veela." Sirius Black, embarrassed in front of Harry, tried to salvage the situation, saying, "There are no Veela in the England. I was careless and failed to defend myself."

Veela? Oren thought it would be some kind of tall, mighty Fantastic Beasts, but it's just this?

He and Hagrid exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Boring."

Ludo: "Let's welcome the Irish Quidditch Team's mascot!"

Before Oren could figure out what the hell was flying in the sky, Ron's shouting drew his attention.

"The sky was filled with Galleon; it was practically Galleon rain!"

Oren quickly grabbed Ron, "Don't embarrass yourself! I don't know what's going on, but these Galleon must be fake."

Ron: "Why...?"

"Luo, you can eat some sunflower seeds first. If this is really Galleon, what's the Quidditch?"

"Oren, you're right," Ron said, dropping the fake Galleon in his hand, the gleam in his eyes seemingly vanishing along with it.

Ludo began introducing the players from both teams, but unfortunately Oren didn't recognize any of them, except for Krum, whom Ron kept mentioning.

"Is that Krum? He's quite strong, but he looks gloomy and ugly."

Hermione looked around nervously and whispered, "Oren, you can't put that sniper rifle away."

Fortunately, the people in their private room were all big shots from the Wizarding World, and none of them recognized sniper rifles.

"I just forgot to buy binoculars, and besides, this scope gives a clearer view."

"I knew it," Hermione said, handing Oren a pair of binoculars. "Luckily, I was prepared and bought an extra one."

"Fine," Oren reluctantly picked up the binoculars, still muttering, "The clarity is really bad, not as good as the 8x scope on a gun."

Oren: "The Bulgaria team seems a bit weak; they didn't score a single goal."

Hagrid: "I have a feeling the Veela and the Leprechaun are about to fight."

"No, Hagrid, they've already started fighting... and that Veela has turned into a birdman!"

Bulgaria team's Seeker, Krum, scored a lot of points by catching the Golden Snitch, but ultimately lost to Ireland team by ten points.

Inside the tent.

Hermione: "I have a feeling this Quidditch World Cup started off strong but ended weakly."

Oren thought, "The unrestricted combat between the Veela and the Leprechaun is much more interesting. It's a pity Hagrid isn't interested in those Fantastic Beasts."

Harry: "Why didn't Hagrid stay in the tent with us?"

Hermione: "He has to go back to take care of those sharp-toothed little cuties."

They chatted for a long time before going back to sleep.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Wake up! The Prince of Qin has led his troops into the palace!"

Startled awake Oren shouted, "Quick! Quick! Put armor on me!"

"What kind of armor are you wearing?" Ron rushed into the room and said, "There seems to be a situation outside."

Oren snapped out of his daze. He had just woken up when he heard the panicked sounds of the crowd, and he thought someone was really trying to force him to abdicate.

"Let's go, Ron, let's go out and take a look."

Outside the tent, chaos reigned, with fires and fireworks, and the wailing and howling of the crowd.

"Has the camp been wrecked?" Oren asked, puzzled.

"Someone is causing trouble, I have to go help," Mr. Arthur said, pushing Oren and Ron, who were standing at the door, back into the tent.

He instructed, "Open that portal and go straight there!"

"Wait!" Oren flung out his bracelet, the beads on it scattered, grew larger Transfiguration, and transformed into nine metal spiders around the tent.

Oren handed over the remote control, saying, "Mr. Arthur, be careful."

Hermione also handed the Troll doll to Mr. Arthur, saying, "Throw it out if you're in danger."

Knowing full well that Oren was unreliable, she added a reminder, "Remember to throw it far away."

Oren: "Am I really that unreliable? That Troll doll is a meat shield, not a bomb."

Hermione: "Ah, yes, yes, yes!"