I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"Orlando, it would be a shame if you didn't go to the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic." In the past few days, Harry had listened to the guests at the Leaky Cauldron talking about the Ministry of Magic and knew that the Department of Legal Enforcement was the department that specialized in handling these judicial cases.

"Let me tell you, it's because you are Harry Potter," Ron shrugged and said with a hint of self-deprecation: "The famous savior, if I inflate my aunt, the Ministry of Magic will definitely not let it go. mine."

"Okay, stop teasing Harry, Ron, let's talk about you, is it fun to travel to Egypt?" Orlando took a sip of butter beer. To be honest, he didn't really like this sweet beer.

Ron became interested as soon as this was mentioned, and he started talking happily. Orlando and others listened quietly and exclaimed once or twice.

After a while, Fred and George walked in with smiles. Behind them were Percy and Ron's youngest sister Ginny. Ginny was held by Percy and glanced at Harry's face shyly. forehead.

Harry, who had long been used to this, nodded kindly at her as a greeting, and Ginny lowered her head shyly, her face turning red.

Orlando ordered a few more bottles of butterbeer and distributed them to everyone. Now that he was outside school and without parental restraint, and he was still a rebellious teenager, no one thought there was anything wrong with drinking beer.

After everyone finished drinking the beer in their hands, Hermione suggested going to Diagon Alley. Since it was her birthday in September, her parents gave her ten galleons to buy whatever gift she wanted.

So the group of people walked out in a mighty manner. You must know that the one with the least money now is Orlando. Last semester, not only did he cheat Lockhart of 5000 Galleons, but at the end of the semester, he also received a reward of 2000 Galleons from the Ministry of Magic. Although this money They were all taken by Hermione and stored in Gringotts' private account, but Orlando could use them all if he wanted to.

"Hermione, what birthday present do you want, can I give it to you?" Orlando thought this was a good opportunity and asked hurriedly.

"How about an owl? You all have your own owl, but I don't have one." Hermione thought for a while and said. She knew that Orlando was not short of money, so she didn't refuse.

"I don't have one," Ron took out his mouse "Scabbers" from his pocket and said sadly: "I only have one mouse, and Percy gave it to me when it was worn out."

Orlando, who was familiar with the original play, knew clearly that this was no ordinary mouse, but an unregistered and illegal Agamanis.

"Ron, how about we make a deal? I'll give you an owl, and you give me this mouse. How about that?" Orlando had an idea. He wanted to try to change the plot and see if there was no such thing as this owl. Rat, will Voldemort be resurrected?

Ron hesitated for a moment, but still refused. This was not because he had a deep relationship with the mouse, but because he subconsciously felt that Orlando did this just to give him an owl, which made his poor self-esteem a little bit... Getting hurt.

"There is a magical creature shop over there," Harry said, pointing to the corner not far ahead. After staying in Diagon Alley for more than ten days, he was already very familiar with the locations of each store, "Hermione You can see if there is an owl you like, and Ron, you can also see if there is anything you can buy for Scabbers there?"

So a group of people walked over in a mighty manner. This was a shop that sold magical animals that was not too big. You must know that in this rough Diagon Alley, such a shop does not cost ten thousand galleons. Can't take it off.

The space inside the shop is not large, but it is fully utilized. There are cages hanging on every inch of the wall. The shop is smelly and noisy, with all kinds of weird smells mixed with the roars of small animals, which makes the customers who enter the shop very excited. It feels like entering a vegetable market.

Hermione covered her nose. She was a little germy and almost fainted from the smell. Orlando helped her stand outside the window so that she could avoid smelling the pungent smell in the store.

The Weasley twins seemed unaffected by the smell at all. They crawled happily in front of a glass tank, where a pair of purple toads with huge eyes sat there, feasting on a dead blowfly.

The "coo-coo" sound made by this pair of purple toads is like thunder. Any mosquitoes or flies that come near it will be shocked to death when they hear the sound, and fall into the tank to become their food. This strange ability aroused the twins' curiosity. Brotherly interest.

On the other side, Harry and Ron were attracted by a large turtle with a gem-encrusted shell. They were about to feed the turtle food, but were stopped by the witch, a store clerk with quick eyesight and quick hands. According to her, This is a rare treasure-hunting turtle with extraordinary talents.The only shortcoming is that it is not smart enough. It regards whoever feeds it as its master.

In addition, although the shop is small, Linlin always has hundreds of different creatures, which is dazzling.

"Is there anything you like?" Orlando didn't go shopping in the store, but stayed with Hermione.

Hermione didn't speak. She looked straight through the window to the corner. There was a rusty iron cage. Inside the iron cage, there was a large cat curled up in a ball with green glass eyes. He looked out the door boredly.

Hermione noticed that the cat's ginger fur was thick and fluffy, but its legs were obviously a little bent, and its face looked rough and strangely squashed, as if someone had deliberately thrown it when it was a child. It's like being bruised on the wall.

Most people would be disgusted by its appearance if they saw this cat, and Hermione was no exception at first, but when she noticed that the cat's eyes revealed the yearning for freedom and the despair of cat life, Her kindness was touched.

"Orlando, let's buy it, okay?"

"This cat?"

"Well, okay, as long as you like it."

So Orlando went to the store clerk and bought the cat directly.

Whether it was because Orlando paid for it or for some other reason, the cat, named "Crookshanks" by Hermione, was super attached to him.

"Orlando, this damn thing almost scratched my scalp." Ron touched his head and said with lingering fear. He just wanted to hug Crookshanks, but he almost didn't get hurt.

"Who asked you to hold it without consent? You see, Harry is fine." Hermione hurriedly defended her cat.

At this time, Harry was feeding the cat with small dried fish. This was the cat food that Orlando had just bought when he bought the cat.After Crookshanks became familiar with his scent, Harry reached out and touched its head.

"My Scabbers is obedient after all," Ron pouted and took out his mouse and put it in front of him.

Crookshanks, who was eating dried fish, suddenly smelled the smell of mice. He raised his head and pounced into Ron's arms. Scabbers, who was originally drowsy, jumped out of Ron's arms as if he had been greatly frightened. Make a "squeak" sound.

"Crookshanks is back," Orlando, who has quick eyes and quick hands, picked up Crookshanks, "Do you understand that you are not allowed to bully Scabbers?"

Crookshanks, who was disturbed from his interest in catching mice, was like a feather duster with fried feathers. He waved his paws and was about to turn around to dig out. But when he turned around and saw it was Orlando, he immediately put away his paws and said "meow" with his tail between his legs. He shouted, seeming to express his grievances.

Hermione hurriedly took her cat from Orlando and apologized to Ron.At this time, Banban disappeared under the table, and Ron lay on the ground angrily and whispered the mouse's name.

"Come Scabbers," Orlando took out his wand and recited a flying spell. The mouse hiding under the trash can in the corner flew into the air. Orlando caught it and returned it to Ron.

"What's going to happen to my Scabbers?" said Ron, pointing to the bulge in his breast pocket. "He needs to rest and relax, and how can he rest and relax with this cat next to him?"

"That reminds me that you forgot your rat tonic," Hermione said, thrusting the little red bottle into Ron's hand. "Don't worry, Crookshanks will sleep in my dormitory, and Scabbers is at your place. So what's the problem? Poor Crookshanks, the witch said it has been closed in the shop for a long time, and it has never been there. People want it.”

Ron was still a little angry. He finally got a pet of his own. Although it was not very precious, after all, Scabbers only belonged to him. Now that he was fine, he was a little worried about being disturbed by Crookshanks. Banban was eaten as soon as he woke up.

"How about you change to an owl," Harry suggested. He didn't want to see his good friend become unhappy because of a mouse. "Orlando has plenty of money, so there's no need to save for him."