External School Delegations

Oren looked at Grindelwald and said, "Durmstrang? Old Deng, you're one of those graduates, right?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, a Dark Lord actually appeared, his reputation is ruined."

"Didn't Hogwarts also produce a Voldemort?"

He said it was one finger, but Grindelwald held up two.

Dumbledore...

Oren rolled his eyes at Grindelwald and said, "Headmaster, remember to use the Philosopher's Stone to pay those guys under your command!"

"Honey, I'm actually very busy, I still have..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Oren interrupted. "Everyone knows that Hogwarts operates on an offline headmaster system. I know you're always very free."

Dumbledore...

Grindelwald: "I just remembered something, kid. Can you extract a part of a person's soul without damaging it?"

"Huh? Extracting a portion while maintaining its integrity? Are you drunk?" Oren quipped. "What, you old man, are you making Horcrux too?"

"I didn't make it clear; the part extracted doesn't belong to that person's soul."

"Huh? One person with two souls? That sounds even more absurd than Quirrell," Oren suggested. "How about we try it on two lab rats?"

"Bang!" Grindelwald slammed an iron cage on the table.

"I think you've come prepared, old man," Oren said, taking out two toads from the cage.

The surgery was very successful, but the mortality rate was as high as 200%. The fact that one person died from the shock was terrifying.

"No way!" Oren used Fiendfyre to destroy the two toads and cover his tracks. "It can't be done in a short time. I still need to research the Wolfsbane Potion; I don't have time for this."

Dumbledore, "Actually, this is a higher priority than the Wolfsbane Potion."

Oren ignored Dumbledore's rambling and slumped into his chair.

Dumbledore...

"Okay, kid, just remember to look into it. Oh, by the way, you'll be taking the O.W.L.s in fifth grade. Have you thought about what kind of job you want to do after you graduate?"

Oren curled his lip and said, "Putting aside personal abilities, my father had already done all the work I'd ever done in my life by the time I was born."

The two old men climbed...

Oren left the Headmaster's Office with a bang, carrying several large bags of candy and a bag of cement (not really). This ashes from the phoenix's rebirth could be used to plaster the walls, and even a thatched hut would have a more sophisticated look.

With the O.W.L.s approaching, the young wizards are feeling the increase in homework (Oren: Has it increased? I haven't received any!).

Inside a pitch-black room.

You-Know-Who Number Three: "Finally, I can get rid of this awful S.P.E.W. badge!"

You-Know-Who #2: "Yes, Hermione has finally decided to disband that... club."

You-Know-Who Number One: "Since you dare not wear your badges, you two are traitors to your organizations!"

You-Know-Who Number Three: "Come on, you can fool your buddies, but don't fool yourself too."

You-Know-Who Number One: "Wasn't I just getting too caught up in the drama?"

"The fact that You-Know-Who Number Two has gotten rid of that badge is a huge relief for all of Gryffindor."

"Yes, but nobody thought of bringing that thing to welcome Durmstrang and Beauxbatons ' delegation," said You-Know-Who Number Three.

The second You-Know-Who said, "Not only that, we've been thoroughly mocked by Slytherin these past few days."

You-Know-Who Number One: "Neville! Why are you taking so long to change a light bulb?!"

With a thud, Neville fell to the ground, and the room lights came on.

Neville lay on the floor, his eyes vacant, staring intently at the ceiling.

A light bulb? Where did this light bulb come from? I'm already pretty impressive that I could even install such a huge chandelier, okay?

Ron, the third You-Know-Who, said, "This chandelier is quite nice, but... it's just too ornate. The crystal chandelier is clearly not in the style of our dorm room."

You-Know-Who Number One, Oren: "What crystal? This is made of wine bottles. Hagrid has as many of those colorful wine bottles as he wants."

Harry: "Should we go and comfort Hermione? She seems really upset."

Oren: "Let her think about it herself. Let's not go ourselves. Let's get some cookies and sweet drinks and have Kreacher deliver them."

Ron: "Let's use the owl instead. Don't let the House-elf upset her."

"Let's go, let's hurry to the Great Hall, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's men will be here soon," Harry suggested.

"Elbow" 3

Inside the Great Hall.

Oren: "It's decorated like it's Chinese New Year here."

Harry: "Hey Hermione, I thought you were going to be upset for a long time."

Hermione pumped her fist and said, "I won't give up!"

"That's right, build high walls and store up grain before declaring yourself king," Oren's strategist chimed in. "When you ascend to the position of Minister for Magic, we'll prepare a trap."

"Then gather all those who oppose you, and have three hundred axemen ambush you as a signal to smash a cup. Wouldn't that accomplish great things?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at Oren and said, "Hurry up and go to the Great Hall entrance, don't keep Professor McGonagall waiting."

Outside the gate, the young wizards from the four colleges were waiting for the delegations from the two schools.

Ron asked curiously, "Oren, I thought you wouldn't participate in this kind of activity."

"How could that be?" Oren said. "I heard Durmstrang came by boat, and I really want to see him sail on land."

Harry asked confusedly, "What is that thing in Filch's hand? A vacuum cleaner?"

"That's for testing Animagus," Oren explained. "Hogwarts is very strict about pet checks now. If something like what happened to Pettigrew happens again, where will the headmaster put his face?"

The three little ones...

"Have you heard people saying the You-Know-Who is back?" Hermione whispered.

Ron: "What tabloid have you been reading this time?"

"The Quibbler," Harry. "Luna from Ravenclaw is for sale."

"Tabloids are unreliable," Ron scoffed.

The mastermind behind it all, Oren, smiled without saying a word.

A young wizard exclaimed, "Look! Something's flying overhead!"

Oren, "It should be a carriage, and this carriage is even more impressive than the emperor's, with a full twelve flying horses pulling it."

The carriage landed, and a burly man in blue stepped out. Hagrid's eyes widened at the sight of the woman.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Dumbledore, the headmaster of Beauxbatons led the students into the Great Hall.

Harry: "The Durmstrang men should be here soon."

"Where?" Oren looked at the sky for a moment, then at the entrance to Hogwarts.

Hermione: "Look at the Black Lake!"

Oren's disappointment was palpable as he saw the ship emerge from the Black Lake.

Ron exclaimed excitedly, "Krum, it's Krum! Oren, do you have a quill pen? I want his autograph!"

Oren snapped out of his daze and said, "We have pencils, pens, quills, crayons, brushes, and watercolors. Which one do you want? And why are you so excited? Is Merlin here?"

Ron: "What Merlin? It's Krum! Krum!"

Oren "something Lusomem"

"Krum! Quidditch World Cup, Bulgaria team's Seeker"

"Oh~" Oren nodded and said, "Never heard of it."

Ron...