I'm a priest at Hogwarts

While Orlando was immersed in cooking, an owl flew over and dropped a small package. Neville opened it and saw that it was a glass ball as big as a baby's fist, which seemed to be filled with white smoke.

Neville excitedly raised the glass ball. "It's a memory ball!" he explained. "Grandma knows I have a bad memory - it tells you if there's something you forgot to do. See, you hold it tight, like this, and if it It turned red - oh..." He suddenly made a long face, because the memory ball suddenly turned red and bright, "...you just forgot something..."

Orlando looked at him interestingly while chewing the pie. He was interested in any magic items. These were the crystallization of wisdom.

Neville was trying to remember what he had forgotten, when Draco Malfoy passed by the Gryffindor table and snatched the memory ball from his hand.

Neville was too scared to speak. When Harry and Ron saw their roommate being bullied, they stood up without saying a word and were about to hit Malfoy. Hermione noticed something was wrong and quickly stopped the two of them.

"What? A self-destructive savior, a poor man in the wizarding world, and a mudblood who wants to help this poor guy." Malfoy looked superior, talking to them as if he was giving alms.

Orlando couldn't listen anymore and his face darkened. It was never his style to make noises.A piece of pie came out of his hand and hit Malfoy in the face. The remains of the pie were all over his face.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall, who discovered the abnormality, appeared in time.

"Malfoy took my memory ball, Professor." Neville said aggrievedly.

Malfoy looked sullenly, glanced at Orlando angrily, and quickly threw the memory ball back on the table.

"We'll see," he said and scurried away, Crabbe and Goyle following closely behind.

Ever since he was beaten up by Orlando on the train, he had been afraid of this Muggle wizard. His strange talisman magic and vigorous martial arts were mysterious and powerful, so he did not dare to provoke him.

"You'd better not cause any trouble for me." Professor McGonagall looked at everyone, and finally her eyes rested on Orlando and said.

Orlando shrugged and continued to eat and drink his cereal.

"Well done, Orlando!"

The little lions of Gryffindor were so excited that they praised Orlando's behavior.

Only Hermione hesitated to speak and said worriedly: "Orlando, you will be expelled from school if you do this."

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't hold it back. Who allowed this guy to bully others and be so arrogant?"

"That's right." Ron said bitterly.

"Hermione, Orlando took action to vent his anger on us. Didn't you hear how Malfoy scolded us? Stop scolding him," Harry said nonchalantly.

......

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the Gryffindor students hurried down the steps and onto the field in front of the door, preparing for their first flying lesson.It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled slightly beneath their feet as they walked briskly down the sloping lawn toward a flat lawn on the opposite side of the field.Beyond the lawn is a dense forest, with dark trees swaying in the wind in the distance.

The Slytherin students were already there, and twenty broomsticks were neatly arranged on the ground.

Mrs. Huo Qi, who teaches flying lessons, is here.She has short gray hair and two yellow eyes, as sharp as an eagle's eyes.

Orlando didn't say anything. To be honest, he didn't have much interest in flying on a broom. If he was given a choice, he would rather fly with a sword. That is the dignity a monk should have - riding the wind with a sword to eliminate demons in the world. between.

Riding a broom always feels like a child's trick, even though he is a child now.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?" Mrs. Huo Qi said loudly, "Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."

Although reluctant, Orlando did so.

"Stretch out your right hand and place it on the broom handle." Mrs. Hooch shouted from the front. "Concentrate on giving the command and then say: Get up."

"Get up!" the students shouted.

Only a few people succeeded, and Harry was one of them.

Orlando succeeded, but the broom in his hand didn't seem to be obedient, and he felt like he wanted to fly away at any time.It seems that his powerful soul force forces the broom to obey orders, rather than it willingly obeying orders.

Then Mrs. Hooch showed them how to ride on a broom without falling off their heads.She walked around the team correcting the students' hand grips.

"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and push hard." Mrs. Huo Qi said, "Hold the broom steadily, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground. Listen to my whistle—three—two—.”

Orlando did as he was told, but the broom wouldn't budge, so he tried again, but it still didn't work.

Malfoy, who had been paying attention to him not far away, saw this and laughed loudly: "Muggles are Muggles, and they can't even use a broomstick."

After saying that, he kicked off his legs and flew up to the sky quickly, even deliberately passing over Orlando's head.

At this moment, Malfoy seemed to have discovered Orlando's weakness and was no longer afraid of him.

Orlando frowned. Although he didn't really care about this, he was still a little unhappy to be despised by a little kid.

Orlando was about to take off his gravity charm and try riding again when he suddenly noticed that Neville, not far away, kicked his feet hard and rose straight up, like a cork being ejected from a bottle.The first time he used a broomstick, he screamed in terror and completely forgot about the key points of flying.

Mrs. Huo Qi shouted anxiously: "Come back, child!"

But it was too late at this time. Neville, who was flying in the air, looked at the ground with a frightened and pale face as he flew away. He gasped for air and slid down the side of the broom handle.

Seeing that the situation was critical, Orlando did not care about shocking the world. Without the suppression of the six times gravity talisman, his speed reached the extreme.

He saw him fly seven meters away with a horizontal movement, and then flew ten meters into the sky with a squat jump. Orlando reached out and grabbed Neville's arm, and plucked him from the flying broom with one hand. came down, and then fell back to the ground like a dragonfly.

At this time, Neville had fallen into a coma, and Orlando laid him flat on the grass.

Mrs. Ho Qi was so frightened that she hurried over. Her face was pale at this time. She bent down and looked down at Neville. After confirming that he was just unconscious and that his body was not seriously injured, she let out a long breath.

"Thank you kid, you saved his life. I give Gryffindor five points for bravery."

Then Mrs. Huo Qi turned to the other students in the class and said: "I will send this child to the hospital. No one of you is allowed to move and put the broomstick back to its place. Otherwise, before you can say 'Quidditch', I will I'll kick you out of Hogwarts."

As Mrs. Hooch waved her wand, Neville floated up, and the two of them went to the learning hospital.

The Gryffindor students all gathered around, praising Orlando's agility. Only a few sarcastic and strange words came from Slytherin.

Malfoy, who was not willing to be in the limelight of Gryffindor and did not dare to confront Orlando, began to focus on teasing Neville.

Malfoy laughed loudly and said, "Have you seen that slug? Poor kid, I think he will faint when he sees a broom in the future."

"Did you see that face on him, that big fool?" echoed the other Slytherins.

"Shut up, Malfoy," said Parvati Patil sharply.

"Hey, protecting Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, an ugly-looking Slytherin girl. "I didn't expect you to like a chubby little tearbag, Patil."

"Look!" said Malfoy, rushing to grab something from the grass. "That big fool Longbottom's grandma gave it to him."

He held up the memory ball, which gleamed in the sun.

"Bring it here, Malfoy," Harry shouted.

Everyone stopped talking and watched.

Malfoy grinned hideously.

"I'd like to put it somewhere for Longbottom to pick it up—put it in a tree—how about it?"

"Bring it here!" Harry shouted, but Malfoy had already jumped on his broom and took off.His previous words were not bragging - he was indeed a good flyer - and he suspended at a height parallel to the top of an oak tree, shouting: "Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry grabbed his broom.

"No!" shouted Hermione Granger, "Mrs. Hooch told us not to move - you will be expelled. Orlando, come on, stop him."

Harry ignored her. At this moment, blood surged to his head, causing his eardrums to ring loudly.He got on the broomstick and kicked the ground hard, so he rose up.

Looking at all this, Orlando slapped his forehead, he really had a headache.

At this time, the two of them were already chasing each other in the air. Harry was indeed very talented in flying, and Malfoy was a veteran in flying. When the two competed, they would meet both talented people and rivals. The students on the ground watched with excitement. Let out bursts of exclamations.

Malfoy, who was forced to stop twice by Harry, became angry and threw out the memory ball in his hand.

Without thinking, Harry dived straight after the memory ball. He leaned forward and pointed his broomstick downward - in the blink of an eye, he accelerated his dive and chased the memory ball - the wind was blowing in his direction. With roaring in his ears, mixed with the screams of the audience below, he stretched out his hand and caught the glass ball one foot above the ground.He straightened the broom handle in time, and then he fell gently on the grass, holding the memory ball firmly in his hand.

Although he already knew the plot, Orlando still broke out in a cold sweat. It was like a high-speed plane that brakes and lands the moment it hits the ground. One improper operation will cause the plane to crash and kill everyone.

"Harry Potter!" an angry voice sounded from behind.

"How dare you...never in all my years at Hogwarts..." Professor McGonagall was running towards them, and at this time she was too angry to speak.

"-how dare you--you'll break your neck-"

Professor McGonagall took Harry to the office.

Malfoy's loud ridicule came from behind. At this moment, Hermione had never hated someone so much. She ran towards Malfoy angrily, and Orlando hurriedly followed her.

"Malfoy, you despicable villain."

A group of Slytherin students gathered around, and upon seeing this, the Gryffindor students also hurriedly gathered around.

"Ouch, our savior's little Mudblood girlfriend... Ouch."

Before Malfoy could finish his words, he was struck away by a small bolt of lightning. No one noticed that it was Orlando's hand because he didn't have a wand in his hand.

"Ouch, everyone, get out of here, it's thundering." Orlando looked panicked and pulled Hermione away from the crowd.

The Slytherin students looked at each other, not knowing what happened. Malfoy was knocked down. Although the injury was not serious, the paralysis effect of lightning was still there.

No, not to be outdone, the Gryffindor students laughed loudly, among them Ron's voice was the loudest, "Malfoy, if I let you do something bad, you would be struck by lightning, hahahaha."

Malfoy was frothing at the mouth, his hair stood on end, and his clothes smelled of burning. He was supported by his two little followers and was speechless.

At this time, Mrs. Huo Qi came back and saw two groups of people gathered together, seemingly about to fight, and hurriedly came over to stop them.

A flying lesson began in this atmosphere full of gunpowder.

Orlando doesn't care, he doesn't cause trouble, but he's not afraid of trouble either.

"Thank you, Orlando." While practicing low-altitude flying, Hermione flew over on her broom and said softly.

During dinner, Harry told Orlando what happened after he and Professor McGonagall left the venue.

Ron on the side was about to put a piece of steak and kidney pie into his mouth, but forgot about it halfway through.

"Seeker?" he said, "but first-years never - you must be the youngest house player in many years."

"It's been a century," Harry said, picking up the pie with his hands and stuffing it into his mouth.After this frightful encounter in the afternoon, he felt very hungry. "Wood told me."

"Orlando, I heard that you electrocuted Malfoy into an afro this afternoon? How did you do it." Harry was more concerned about this than Quidditch.

"Don't lie. He did too many bad things and was struck by lightning. It was not my fault."

Ron curled his lips and said: "You can't believe it, you obviously did it just to vent Hermione's anger..."

Hermione glared at him fiercely, "Can you talk about this everywhere? Do you know how serious the consequences will be? Orlando will be expelled?"

"Did you really do it? It's amazing. I heard there was a bang in the sky, and Malfoy fell to the ground frothing at the mouth. It's a pity that I didn't see it." Harry didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all. , continued.

"It's good that you know, don't show it around." Orlando put down the fork in his hand and whispered.

Then the conversation turned to Quidditch training. Only Ron sat there blankly, a little unhappy.