Recruiting Dark Wizards

"I'll go help too!" Sirius Black rushed out with Mr. Arthur.

Next came Charlie and Bill, and then Percy, who was clutching his head, clearly suffering from a hangover.

Oren: "What the hell is that thing in the sky, a skull and a snake?"

"That curse is the reappearance of the Death Eaters ' Morsmordre; I've read about it in books." Hermione seemed a little frightened, somewhat stunned.

"Let's get out of here quickly, before those Death Eaters blow the camp to smithereens."

After Oren finished speaking, he opened a portal to the Burrow.

Ron: "Where is that? It's pitch black, I can't see anything."

Oren shouted, "The Burrow's living room is just dark!"

Fred was the first to enter the portal, and with a thud, he tripped over something.

The group stepped into the portal.

Harry: "What happened up ahead? Why did we stop?"

George: "I bumped into a table, don't push, I really can't move!"

"You lot, you even dragged your feet when you ran away," Oren said with a little force, pushing the line of little wizards in front of him into the portal.

Back at the Burrow, Oren calmly closed the portal, took a step forward, and was tripped up by some unlucky fellow.

"Ouch, stop pulling my hair!"

"Ouch! Who stepped on my hand?"

"Stop pushing! There's a barrel of oil right in front of me!" (The voice was filled with despair)

The sounds of tables and chairs being moved, dishes shattering, and a poor guy's scream echoed from the living room; the voice sounded like Harry's.

Mrs. Molly rushed downstairs and Lumos towards the living room.

Hermione and Ginny fell onto the sofa, their hair tangled together, and the twins were splattered with cooking oil from a broken oil drum.

Ron was squeezed under the table, while Harry was in the worst shape, lying on the ground with all ten fingers swollen like radishes, probably having been stepped on several times.

As for Oren, he got up after falling and stood still, since the group of little wizards couldn't move him anyway.

"Good heavens, what have you done to this place?" Mrs. Molly exclaimed. "You're back so soon? Where's Arthur? Isn't he with you?"

Hermione: "Death Eaters are causing trouble at the Quidditch World Cup camp; Morsmordre have reappeared. Mr. Arthur and the others have gone to assist the Ministry of Magic."

"Good heavens!" Mrs. Molly exclaimed, covering her mouth in surprise.

"Dad will be alright," Ron reassured him. "They're accompanied by nine metal spiders bigger than a carriage."

"They look intimidating; no one would be foolish enough to cause them trouble."

"They don't just look intimidating," Oren explained, "Those big guys are actually very strong."

Mrs. Molly said, "Alright, children, you must be terrified. Go back to your rooms now."

No one left; they all waited together in the living room until Mr. Arthur and the others returned before dawn.

"Those big guys are really something," Mr. Arthur said excitedly. "If they were a little faster, I'm confident I could catch a few thugs."

Oren: "So how many did you catch?"

"We didn't catch any," Mr. Arthur tried to salvage the situation, "But we did catch a House-elf, and the owner of its wand."

Oren...

Mr. Arthur returned the eight beads to Oren, then said apologetically, "One of the big guys was struck by a spell and can't move."

Looking out the window, Oren saw the metal spider lying on its back in the yard and said, "Did it get killed by the machine spirit? It must be Killing Curse, right?"

"Oren, you guessed right," Sirius Black said, taking a big gulp of coffee.

Mrs. Molly exclaimed, "Oh my God!"

Mr. Arthur quickly comforted Mrs. Molly, and then it was a scene of the old married couple showing their affection, making everyone roll their eyes in disbelief.

Ron: "Percy, how come you're injured?"

Percy, wiping his nosebleed, said, "It's normal to get injured in battle."

After saying that, he snorted coldly, "I've risked my life for the ministry, I've shed blood for the director, he has to grant me leave."

Bill: "Don't listen to his nonsense, he just fell accidentally."

Harry: "Why not use magic to heal it?"

His finger suffered a purely physical injury, and it healed very quickly after Episkey.

"What's the point of treating him? How can we improve if we don't make things miserable, and how can we get any benefits from that miser?" Percy shook his head and said, "Harry, you're too young to understand the art of progress."

Everyone...

Mr. Arthur, as if struck by a sudden realization, sheepishly handed a pile of scraps of cloth back to Hermione. "This Troll doll is quite strong too; it's just not as durable as I thought."

Mrs. Molly sent everyone back to bed, leaving Sirius Black to sleep on the sofa.

The three little ones didn't obediently go back to sleep; instead, they huddled together discussing the Quidditch World Cup.

Hermione: "Morsmordre, could it be that You-Know-Who is coming back too?"

Ron turned pale with fright.

"I don't know," Harry, his face also pale. He remembered a dream he had at the beginning of his vacation, in which there was a strange thing and three You-Know-Who in black robes in an old building.

Hermione asked, "What do you think, Oren?"

"I don't have time to play detective games with you," Oren said, putting on his robes. "I need to go see Dumbledore and discuss a plan."

Before the three little ones could react, Oren opened a portal and left.

Headmaster's Office ~

"I knew it, Headmaster, you weren't asleep either," Oren said as he stepped out of the portal.

"An attack has occurred at the Quidditch World Cup," Dumbledore frowned.

"I know that when the Death Eaters attacked, we were there in every sense of the word."

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "It's not clear yet whether it was the Death Eaters."

"It was definitely them," Oren said firmly, "But the Ministry of Magic will definitely say it wasn't the Death Eaters."

"Those guys usually hide themselves like the plague, but this time they've made a high-profile appearance. Now I suspect Voldemort has returned, or at least part of him."

"The Ministry of Magic in England is really unlucky. They wanted to host Quidditch World Cup to make a name for themselves in the Wizarding World, but instead they embarrassed themselves."

Dumbledore nodded. "That's what I think too. I will convene the Order of the Phoenix."

"Principal, is your Order of the Phoenix a bit short-handed?"

"I can gather ten wizards right now."

Oren nodded and said, "These must be your capable men, Principal. How many troops do we have?"

Dumbledore...

Oren???

"Is this all the people you have? Protecting Harry will be a struggle, what about the other Wizarding World wizards?"

Dumbledore...

"Sigh... in the end, it still has to be me who takes action," Oren, resting his chin on his hand. "Shall we send someone to recruit dark wizards from the Wizarding World?"

"Why a dark wizard?" Dumbledore asked, puzzled.

"Because these guys will most likely be helping Voldemort in the future," Oren explained. "I'm not talking about recruiting them with money; I'm going to use spells to persuade them."

"Child, wouldn't that provoke fierce resistance?"

Oren waved his hand. "It doesn't matter. Let them rebel if they want. If they don't help us, then they're helping Voldemort. It's best to send those guys to meet Merlin."

Dumbledore...

"The problem now is who to send. I initially thought Sirius Black would be good, but I'm worried he might not be able to handle the situation."

Dumbledore: "I have an idea"

"Principal, please explain in detail."