I'm a priest at Hogwarts.

Chapter 150 Low-profile version of Tianyantong

"Orlando, you don't like Quidditch very much, why are you so enthusiastic today?" Katie Bell patted his shoulder and said a little unhappy.Just now Orlando called her an idiot, but she heard it clearly, which made the blond Gu Liang feel a little bit grudge.

"Yeah, and us," the twin brothers leaned on Orlando's shoulders, relying on their height, "just now we heard someone call us stupid."

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, I couldn't hold it back for a moment." Orlando slightly tried to break free from their bondage.

"Don't tell me, Orlando, your eagle eye spell is really easy to use, but it's very troublesome to adapt," Wood said happily, pushing away the two younger brothers, "Once we get used to this dynamic vision, I think the team The overall strength will definitely be greatly improved.”

"Then, please cast this spell on us again. I want to try to practice a few more times today. It is best to be % adaptable."

"God, Wood, can't you let us take a break, am I still dizzy?" Alia Spinnet, a senior who was a year older than Orlando, couldn't help but complained. She was a little dizzy, and her stomach was churning violently.

"How can you rest at this time? Orlando, but I managed to invite him here. He has twelve courses to take this year, and he has been delayed all afternoon because of our training. You are ashamed to live up to his good intentions." Wood growled One sentence.

"Wood, be gentle with girls, or you won't have a girlfriend." George and Fred knew that it was impossible to be lazy in front of Wood, a training freak, so they had to complain that he couldn't find a girlfriend to vent their dissatisfaction. .

"Take care of yourselves." Wood didn't bother to talk to these two younger brothers. They had been like this since they were young. The more they argued with them, the more energetic they became. The best way is to ignore their nonsense.

So, at Wood's strong request, Orlando blessed them with Hawkeye one by one, and the training continued.

Wood had been training until dark before letting them go. Seeing the exhausted players dragged across the field, Orlando was very thankful that he had rejected Wood's solicitation.

"I'm back, I'm starving to death." Orlando didn't return to the dormitory and went directly to the auditorium. He knocked on the table, and the house elves who received the signal hurriedly prepared his meal, "Wood is so crazy, Ellie Ya has been tossed and vomited several times, and Angelina is not much better, oh yes, Ron, you will pack a food for Harry to take back, he is not in a good condition."

"Is it so exaggerated?" Ron swallowed the food in his mouth with great difficulty and asked in disbelief.

"It's more exaggerated than you can imagine," Orlando poured himself some milk and said while drinking, "But the training effect is amazing. If there are no accidents, it won't be a big problem to get the Quidditch trophy this year."

"Really, this is the best news I've heard today." Ron said excitedly.

Seeing that Orlando was very hungry, Hermione handed over her dessert, "Let's eat some dessert first."

"What other good news?"

"The first Hogsmeade weekend, didn't you look at the bulletin board when you came here?" Ron stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth. "Late October, Hallow's Eve."

"It's really good news," Orlando responded casually. His luxurious set meal has been delivered, and he can't help but enter the cooking mode.

The next day, in the common room of Gryffindor, Orlando was tutoring Hermione's Chinese learning. Harry walked over with a piece of paper and looked very depressed. He sat down on a chair next to Ron. up, without saying a word.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Ron took the note from him, and the parent column on the application form was empty. It turned out that Harry's aunt and uncle seemed to have forgotten to sign for him.

"You can talk to Professor McGonagall about it, I think she will be accommodating." Hermione suggested.

"Yeah, Harry, I'll go with you, there's still time anyway." Ron quickly agreed.

They went quickly and came back quickly, without asking Orlando to know that things were going to fail, as could be seen from their frustrated expressions.

"Why does everyone think that Black's target is me." Harry said a little annoyed.

"Maybe Professor McGonagall has her own judgment, Harry," Hermione looked at him with some concern, "after all, Black is a vicious Death Eater, and you are the savior who defeated the Dark Lord. He escaped from prison to attack you." Most likely."

"Yeah, Harry, I'm sure you'll be able to go next time." Ron hurriedly comforted: "They will definitely catch Black soon. The newspaper didn't say that someone had seen him somewhere."

"If this is the case, Harry will be the only third grade student who stays in the school, isn't it a bit too pitiful." Seeing Harry's depressed look, Orlando couldn't bear it.

"Orlando," Hermione said anxiously, "how could you do this, Harry must stay at school, it's for his safety."

"Blake shouldn't be so stupid as to plan an attack on Hogsmeade or something, considering that there are hundreds of dementors stationed around Hogwarts, and Aurors from the Ministry of Magic," said Ron, "and If you can't go this time, Harry, you don't know when the next time will be?"

"Ron, you?" Hermione stomped angrily.

"Okay, Hermione, don't be angry, it's not fair to Harry," Orlando comforted, "Besides, there's me here. With my strength, as long as Harry doesn't leave me for 30 meters, Black wants to attack him You also have to ask me if I can answer my thunder spell."

Harry turned his worries into joy in an instant, "I can put on the invisibility cloak, and I promise not to leave Orlando within 30 meters, not within five meters, so you can always rest assured."

Hermione looked at Harry, then at her boyfriend, finally exhaled, and compromised, "Okay."

Then Crookshanks came over with a spider in his mouth and spit it on Ron's shoe.

"Damn it, it must be on purpose." Ron jumped up in fright, stomping and kicking the spider that had been bitten off half of its body.

Orlando was amused and laughed, it seems that this cat still holds a grudge.

"Smart Crookshanks, did you catch it yourself?" Hermione scratched its chin, and Crookshanks enjoyed her stroking very much, making a comfortable sound of "wheezing, wheezing".

"This damn cat, why does it target me every time?" Ron finally recovered from his shock.

"Because it holds grudges." Orlando opened a bag of dried fish and poured it in front of Crookshanks.

"Why not target Harry?" Ron was a little unwilling.

"Because I bought a big bag of dried fish for it." Harry also became interested, and took out a bag of dried fish and poured it in front of it, following Orlando's example. "Look at it eating the food I gave it. It means it forgives me." Harry said proudly.

"You always feed Crookshanks will lose the ability to hunt," Hermione was unhappy, trying to drag him away.

"If the pet doesn't feed it, what's the fun in it." Orlando moved the dried fish forward so that Crookshanks could get it, and Crookshanks let out a "meow" cry to express his gratitude.

(End of this chapter)