Dress Robes

Oren rolled his eyes, deciding not to discuss the matter of reputation with Dumbledore any longer, and casually opened a portal to return to the Burrow.

Stepping out of the portal, I saw the three little ones chatting and laughing, discussing something.

Oren: "What's so funny? Tell me so I can have a laugh too."

Ron "Mad-Eye Moody fought with a trash can"

Oren???

"Does this guy have some serious illness? Are you sure his mental state doesn't require treatment at St Mungo's's?"

Hermione thought, "Forget it, even if it's cured, it'll just make me drool."

Harry shrugged and said, "I really don't know how Mr. Arthur will handle these weirdos."

Kreacher, carrying a dress, appeared in Oren's sight as if in a flash.

"Young Master, the formal attire is ready."

Oren: "A dress? What dress?"

"It's on the young master's back-to-school checklist that the suits Kreacher prepared are all new, not from the old mansion."

Oren felt dizzy looking at the dress and piles of trinkets that Kreacher had brought.

"This is fine, don't make it so complicated."

Ron: "Why not try them all?"

"I'm not some little girl who can be dressed up however you want," Oren warned with her eyes.

Ron understood the look in his eyes: One more word and I'll turn you into Miss Weasley.

"Oren, how much do you Kreacher a week?" Unable to get any information from Kreacher, Hermione shifted her focus to Oren.

"What salary? Aren't you insulting Kreacher? He's a pillar of the Black family, holding the official position of Minister of Revenue..."

Hermione was bewildered by Oren's official title, which was so long it could probably fill half a parchment.

Ron suggested, "Harry, shall we go check out the dresses too?"

Harry's elbow!

Ron fell silent, holding the strange dress.

Oren: "What is this? Merlin's lace slip dress?"

"No," Hermione rolled her eyes at him, "It has a very old style; maybe it's an antique."

"You're right, Hermione, this dress might even be older than Dumbledore."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief; he had thought his dress was that same one. Thankfully, it was just a regular green dress.

Hermione: "Perhaps we could get Ron another pair of high heels."

Oren comforted him, "Ron, don't be too sad. If it doesn't work, I'll turn you into Miss Weasley. It shouldn't look out of place with this dress."

Ron looked at Mrs. Molly in disbelief.

"Are you sure this isn't a mistake with Ginny?"

Mrs. Molly said embarrassedly, "No mistake, I bought it secondhand."

"But..." Ron's trembling hand pointed to the twins, dressed in formal attire and looking smug, not far away.

Mrs. Molly: "They bought it themselves."

"Crack!" Oren seemed to hear the sound of something breaking.

Ron was dragged back to his room like a zombie.

Oren: "Kreacher! Is there a dress in the old house that Ron can wear?"

A glimmer of light seemed to return to Ron's eyes.

"Yes, Master Oren, it's the same style as the tuxedo you're holding."

Oren tossed Ron's skirt back to him and asked again, "Isn't that all?"

Kreacher, "Those clothes have been sitting out for too long; they might not smell very good..."

Ron lay down on the bed, whether he had fainted or not was unclear.

When Ron opened his eyes again, he was a little confused. Had a day already passed in the blink of an eye? He checked the time and quickly shook Harry awake.

"Wake up! We're taking the Hogwarts Express back to school today!"

Oren rolled over and said, "It's okay, I'll open a portal and go straight to the platform in a bit."

"Oh, I see."

Harry and Ron decided to go back to sleep.

On the Hogwarts Express, Oren replied to the letter with a quill.

Hermione said, still shaken, "We should have listened to Mrs. Molly and taken a taxi."

"What are you talking about? I opened the portal really accurately this time, okay? I got straight to the platform without even having to go through any walls."

"Yeah," Ron said, "The height was slightly off. It was only a meter, but my butt still hurts."

Harry: "Ron, you can use Episkey, it really works!"

Oren: "You're very experienced, Harry."

Harry...

Hermione asked curiously, "Who are you writing a letter to?"

"I'll send Sirius Black to settle some people," Oren, lifting Crookshanks. "Hermione, keep your facehugger under control."

Hermione...

"Clearly he didn't do a good job," Oren said, putting down his quill. "Someone impeached him."

"Did someone report him?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Sirius Black is right, those people have excellent living conditions, can be close to nature every day, can enjoy the starry sky at night, and have meat at every meal."

Hermione: "But what about in reality?"

Oren shrugged. "Actually, we were camping in the forest, living in roofless tents, and our neighbors were a bunch of wild boars."

"Having meat at every meal means having jerky with every meal, like those Victorian-era zombie jerky."

The three little ones...

Oren knocked on the wall of the carriage and shouted, "Malfoy, you're making my ears ring! If you say another word about Lucius supposed to take you to Durmstrang..."

"I'll cut you into seven pieces and mail you to Durmstrang by owl tonight!"

"They've finally quieted down," Ron said, glancing at his suit. "I really don't know why they're making suits this year. Charlie was being all mysterious when we were leaving, telling me he was coming to Hogwarts too."

"Who cares?" Oren said, standing up. "The train has arrived at the station; we should get off."

Nothing much happened on the way back to the castle, except Peeves bombarded the young wizards with water balloons.

Oren also used a spell to teach Peeves who was in charge at Hogwarts.

Their timely intervention stopped Peeves' further mischief, and no one was injured (except for Harry was hit in the face by a water balloon).

Ron, clutching his rumbling stomach, asked, "When will we be able to finish dividing into different departments?"

Oren handed Hermione an orange and said, "What's the rush? Look at that silly boy. He's the only one I've ever seen fall into the Black Lake on his first day of school. I bet he'll come to Gryffindor."

Ron: "Any oranges left? Give me and Harry a few too."

Harry pouted and said, "Forget it, Ron, I think the two of us will only get orange peels to soak in water."

"You guessed right," Oren nodded in agreement.

Harry...

Ron...

"Where did these oranges come from?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Where else could it come from? The kitchen, of course. If Kreacher just mentions my name, he'll give me anything, not just oranges, but even the kitchen pots and pans, and those House-elf."

"What! The food is made by House-elf?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise. "Do they get paid? Do they get holidays?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Oren rolled his eyes. "If it wasn't made by House-elf, how could it be old newspapers and Transfiguration to fool you?"

"Besides, the House-elf, are you still a wizard?"

Harry...

Ron...