Preparations in Advance

After thinking for a long time Dumbledore said, "I have a friend who was recently released from the magical prison. He's strong enough to help Sirius Black."

Oren praised, "So you're a high-achieving student who's received further training. That should be fine."

"We'd better speed up our research on an antidote that can completely cure Werewolf, so we can also win over some of Werewolf," Oren planned. "We also need to offer high salaries to recruit ordinary wizards."

Dumbledore hesitated, "Wouldn't that cause too much of a commotion? The International Confederation of Wizards and the magic authorities might become wary of us."

"Let's take it one step at a time. First, we'll secretly blacklist the wizard recruits, then research the Werewolf antidote. The Ministry of Magic doesn't pay much attention to these people."

"Once we have a strong and well-equipped army, we can widely issue invitations to heroes. At that time, the Ministry of Magic and that other society won't dare to break ties. Then we can 'purge the court and cleanse the emperor's inner circle'—bah, bah, bah!"

"I mean, back then we were facing Voldemort head-on."

Oren continued to criticize, "Headmaster, look at your performance against Voldemort last time! I've never seen such a terrible play."

"To deal with a scoundrel like Voldemort, you have to gather a bunch of people and fight him to the death."

Dumbledore's lips twitched; he felt a bit like a green recruit being scolded by his superior.

"One last question, Principal: what should I use to pay salaries?"

Dumbledore looked at Oren with a strange expression.

Oren???

"Principal, what kind of look is that? Even though I'm conscripting people, and I'll probably make them Unbreakable Vow, I'm not some devil; I still have to pay them."

Dumbledore's gaze became even stranger.

Oren...

"Principal, your Order of the Phoenix may have few members, but you wouldn't refuse to pay their salaries, would you?"

Dumbledore nodded awkwardly.

Oren!!!

"Headmaster, what kind of spell did you use? A powerful Confundus Charm, or an illusion?"

"They didn't use magic," Dumbledore explained. "They did it for the Wizarding World, to fight Voldemort."

Oren: "Yes, yes, that's exactly what I want to learn."

Dumbledore...

"Ahem, let's get back to the matter of pay, kid. Can't you conjure up gold?" Dumbledore changed the subject.

"Who can trust the things I conjure?" Oren looked at Dumbledore as if he were a fool. "Mrs. Molly always thought that the furniture that turned to gold would one day turn back."

"Oren, why don't you just become a Philosopher's Stone?"

"Headmaster, that's a good idea. Add the Elixir of Life and some magical materials, and that should be enough."

"By the way, Principal, you should hurry up and gather the Order of the Phoenix. These guys who bring their own rations are the future officer corps!"

Oren's Secret Armed Forces (1/70)

Before Dumbledore got up to leave, he said, "My child, you'd better go see Hagrid. He's been feeling terribly guilty since the attack. If you weren't already safe, he would have taken his little darlings to see you and rescue you."

Oren "hesitating"

I made a brief appearance at Hagrid's Hut to comfort the 300-pound strongman from England who was crying his eyes out.

Daylight had broken, Oren opened a portal back to the Burrow.

"Hey, you three aren't asleep yet?"

"How can anyone sleep after something like this?" Hermione pushed out a plate and said, "This is a late-night snack Mrs. Molly made. We specially saved it for you, but unfortunately it's already cold."

Kreacher appeared in the room, holding a steaming sandwich, and said, "Young Master Oren, your midnight snack—oh no, it should be breakfast now."

"Kreacher is so considerate," Oren, taking a bite of his sandwich. "What were you guys talking about just now?"

Hermione...

Harry said, "Professor Trelawney made Prophecy at the end of last term that the Dark Lord would return."

"And my scars hurt, and I had nightmares about... You-Know-Who with three strange men in black robes, planning to kill someone."

"I didn't believe it at first, but then there was that Quidditch World Cup thing..."

Harry handed the latest Daily Prophet to Oren.

"I don't know for sure if that guy has returned, but what I do know is that next semester will definitely be exciting," Oren said, tossing down his newspaper.

"Should we tell Sirius Black?" Ron suggested.

Oren shrugged. "Of course we'll tell him. Sirius Black will definitely hire a whole bunch of Troll bodyguards to follow Harry around 24/7."

Hermione: "Oren, you've already spoken to Headmaster Dumbledore, haven't you?"

"We have made some preparations."

Before the start of the school year, apart from Mr. Arthur and Percy being extremely busy, everyone else had a relatively leisurely time.

Hermione, the little witch, would constantly ask Kreacher how much Oren paid him each week, which annoyed Kreacher to no end.

After learning that Dumbledore had made preparations, Harry and Ron continued to play Quidditch carefree in the open space.

Knockturn Alley.

"Where is the dark wizard that Headmaster Dumbledore mentioned?"

Sirius Black wearily pointed to the guy who was tied up like a dumpling; the guy looked just as sleazy as Peter Pettigrew.

"Is he the leader of the dark wizards who spearheaded the rebellion against our Order of the Phoenix?"

Sirius Black, "This guy is pretty formidable. If it weren't for the helper Headmaster Dumbledore brought along, I really wouldn't have been able to handle him."

The short, stout wizard spat and said, "So you're the leader of that fake Order of the Phoenix? A little wizard who hasn't even graduated yet?"

"What are you talking about? I'm the vice-principal Headmaster Dumbledore is the boss! Now give me a straight answer: are you joining or not!"

"Bah! I, Will Foll, would rather die here in Knockturn Alley than join you!"

"Alright, alright," Oren nodded and said, "This is a tough guy. It seems our recruitment was an insult to you. I won't say any more."

Oren's left hand emitted blue flames, while his right hand flashed green light. "So, you're a tough guy now. Choose one and be done with it."

With a "thump," the fat man Will Will's knees buckled, and he said, "I admit I spoke a bit loudly just now. Someone as promising as you at such a young age will definitely achieve great things if I follow you."

Oren's lips twitched. "You really are a remarkable person, but I still prefer your rebellious side. Can you perhaps revert to that?"

Will...

Oren: "So you've agreed to join?"

Fat Will nodded frantically, "Not only will I join, I'll also persuade the old guys to join!"

"Hesitate," Oren nodded in satisfaction, "Take Sirius Black away and make him swear an Unbreakable Vow."

The two Apparition away, Dumbledore walked into the deserted alley.

"Child, I thought you would be the leader of the Order of the Phoenix."

"No," Oren shook his head. "My reputation isn't as useful as yours when it comes to taking the blame."

Dumbledore...

"Although I hate to admit it, with a student like you, my reputation is doomed sooner or later."

Oren...