I'm a priest at Hogwarts

At this time, at the teacher's table, Lockhart stood up in a slutty bright pink robe. He tried his best to wave his hands to calm everyone down.

The teachers sitting opposite him all had stern faces, as if they had eaten cakes mixed with mouse droppings. From where Orlando was sitting, he could just see Professor McGonagall's stern face, and a muscle on his face stood out. He seemed to be suppressing his anger; and Snape looked as if someone had just poured him a large glass of strong drink and he was extremely unhappy.

Orlando burst out laughing.

"What's wrong with you!" Hermione was a little confused.

"It's okay, it's okay. Look at Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape. Look at their expressions. Isn't it interesting?" Orlando pursed his lips and asked Hermione to look at the teacher's chair.

"Pfft, what's wrong with them? Who are they angry with?"

"Who else could it be? Our big nymphomaniac Professor Lockhart."

"Sounds like a nympho indeed," Harry said in agreement.

The noisy voices in the auditorium gradually subsided. Lockhart cleared his throat and said loudly: "Everyone, Happy Valentine's Day!"

There was sparse applause.

"So far, 46 people have sent me cards and I would like to express my gratitude to them all! Yes, I took it upon myself to arrange this little surprise for everyone - and that's not all."

Lockhart clapped his hands, and twelve dwarfs with gloomy faces walked in from the side door leading to the foyer. They had golden wings on their backs and held harps on their chests.

"These are friendly little cupids with greeting cards that I prepared for you!" Lockhart said beamingly. "They are going to wander around the school today delivering Valentine's Day cards to you. The fun doesn't stop there, I believe that my colleagues are willing to actively participate..."

Orlando couldn't stand hearing it anymore. These ugly dwarfs looked nothing like the God of Cupid.

"I bet you that if there was another dueling match, most of the professors in the school would be willing to compete with Lockhart." Ron said with disgust, pointing to the teachers' table.

"No need, Professor, I'll just do it." Harry yawned. He had a day of Quidditch training yesterday and didn't sleep well. He was still in a daze.

Listening to the big guy dismissing Lockhart like this, Hermione frowned and muttered something but did not refute.

Throughout the day, dwarfs kept breaking into their classrooms and delivering Valentine's Day cards, which annoyed the teachers. As the star of Hogwarts, Orlando inevitably received special attention.

He received eleven greeting cards and love letters in one morning, which made him extremely embarrassed. He did not expect that he would be so popular.

What embarrassed him the most was that these dwarfs had to recite the love letters behind the greeting cards in front of everyone, which directly caused the entire Transfiguration class to be unable to proceed.

At first, Hermione sitting next to her felt mixed feelings, both aggrieved and distressed. But after encountering this situation one after another, and looking at the embarrassed and embarrassed Orlando, she suddenly felt relieved and suddenly felt that she She is so lucky, after all, Orlando is her boyfriend now.

When the order of the class was interrupted again, the unbearable Professor McGonagall finally asked Orlando to go out. Orlando, who could not read in peace, now hated Lockhart, and also hated these dwarfs flying around. No more good feelings.

With nowhere to go, Olan decided that it would be unkind to retaliate. He cast a disguise spell on himself, attached an invisibility charm, and quietly came to Lockhart's office.

Sure enough, this guy was enjoying the letters from his admirers, and Orlando took advantage of him, and without even thinking about it, a thunderbolt landed directly on his head.

This magic combined with Taoism instantly split Lockhart into pieces. In order to teach this guy a profound lesson, Orlando's lightning technique was combined with soul magic. It burned away his hair and also attached to it. On his scalp, he would not be able to grow hair before the power of his soul dissipated. This was the biggest punishment for a person who liked to be in the limelight and vain.

After letting out a bad breath, Orado walked in the school corridor refreshed. As for the furious Lockhart, he didn't bother to care. No one knew it was him anyway.

"Where have you been this morning?" Hermione asked him quietly during lunch.

"Just taking a walk and teaching someone a lesson."

Orlando glanced at Lockhart who was sitting on the faculty bench. At this time, he was wrapped up tightly, wearing a sun hat on his head, and a pair of exaggerated sunglasses covering most of his face. He was looking serious. He was excitedly telling Dumbledore something.

Hermione looked at him strangely and said nothing.

"I won't go to the afternoon class. Please ask for leave for me." After accepting the lesson, Orlando decided to skip class today. Anyway, he has the right. This is the benefit of being an assistant professor. Skipping class will not be a problem. be punished.

But Harry was not treated so well. After lunch, when the Gryffindor students were going upstairs to go back to the Gryffindor common room, a dwarf suddenly chased Harry.

"Hello, are you Harry Potter?" shouted a dwarf with a particularly gloomy face.

Without waiting for his answer, he separated everyone with his elbows and squeezed over.

After seeing what happened to Orlando, Harry immediately understood what it was. He wanted to run away, but before he could take two steps, he was grabbed by Orlando. "Don't worry, Harry, we'll wait and see what happens." "

As friends, it is basic morality to share the same responsibility when faced with difficulties, so Orlando held him back without hesitation.

Harry had a resentful look on his face, and Ron was cheering from the side: "Yeah, look who it is, maybe she's a beautiful woman."

The dwarf ran over and grabbed his schoolbag, fearing that he would run away.

"I have a musical message to deliver personally to Harry Potter."

Everyone passing by in the corridor wanted to come over. Seeing that the situation was not going well, Harry wanted to get into the crowd, but was stopped by Orlando and Ron.

"You two are really my good friends, the heartless kind." Seeing that he couldn't escape, Harry seemed to accept his fate.

"Of course, how could we bear to let you miss such a good opportunity." Orlando said matter-of-factly, who made the two of them laugh so happily that morning. .

The dwarf set up his harp and began to play and sing.

"What's going on?" Draco Malfoy's cold, drawl voice came from behind.

At this time, the dwarf was halfway through singing, and the onlookers burst into laughter.

"Oh, it turns out to be the famous Harry Potter. Did his admirer send him a greeting card? I thought he only had the love of a Mudblood, but I didn't expect..."

Orlando, who was originally in a happy mood, suddenly became unhappy when he heard these words. "Mudblood" is a vicious word, and Malfoy was insinuating him and Hermione by saying this.

"Malfoy, are you sure you don't take back what you just said?"

Orlando stood up, walked to Malfoy, and asked while suppressing his anger.

Malfoy, who had just been watching Harry make a fool of himself, noticed Orlando and suddenly panicked.

"I...did I say something wrong?" The crowd seemed to give him courage, making him forget his fear of Orlando.

"Very well, look me in the eyes, Malfoy." Orlando decided to teach him a lesson.

Malfoy subconsciously wanted to run away, but before he could react, he was already controlled by Orlando's soul magic. After practicing the power of the soul for so long, Orlando could already use a lot of soul magic without a wand.

"Go, stand in the corner and shout a hundred times, I am a despicable and shameless person, go ahead."

As soon as Orlando finished speaking, Malfoy walked to the corner with a dull expression and shouted loudly.