I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Ever since newspapers published photos of Orlando slaying a large number of dementors like a god, his name has become famous in the wizarding world. Someone with good intentions gave him the nickname "Thunder Star", which means that he is the future of thunder. Rising Star.

Many wizards from all over the world wrote to him, some asking about this "bright star" magic; some trying to build relationships; some questioning and disdainful, saying he was sensationalizing; and some even making harsh remarks out of pure jealousy.

At first, Orlando was still interested in replying, but as time went by, the number of letters increased instead of decreasing. More than a dozen letters and dozens of copies came in a day, which annoyed him. In the end, it was Hermione, Harry and Ron. Help, he was freed from this tedious reply.

"This is today's letter No. 18. It's written in Spanish and I can't understand it." Ron complained, holding an envelope.He would not have lasted so long had Orlando not hired him at a galleons a day.

"Show me." Hermione took the envelope, took out a dictionary, and began to translate it word for word.

"There's no need to be so serious, right?" Orlando put down the stone drum inscription materials in his hand and said, "I don't know them anyway, so it doesn't matter whether they reply or not."

"How can it not matter? Many of these people are famous local magic masters. If they can take the initiative to write to you, it is a sign of goodwill. With this relationship, it is easy to establish friendship. These people will be your magic master in the future. I may have connections in the world that I can use someday." Hermione said plausibly.

Orlando touched his nose, embarrassed.He understood what Hermione said, but what he feared most in his previous life and in this life was these social activities, otherwise he would not be doing research on the university campus.

Fortunately, Hermione gave some advice and she didn't mind the trouble. She treated Orlando's affairs as her own business and wrote meticulous replies to everyone who sincerely wanted to make friends with him. As for those who were critical and abusive, she left them alone. Harry burned.

This situation lasted for more than a month. When the winter sun shone on the earth and Hogwarts Castle was covered with a layer of white snow, there were finally fewer letters from all over the world, and Orlando no longer had to brave the biting cold. Feng went to the Owl House to send a reply. Fortunately, Hogwarts raised a large number of owls for students to use. Otherwise, I really don’t know what to do with dozens of replies this day.

"Orlando, are you and Hermione staying for Christmas?" Harry suddenly asked as he was filling out the application for stay at school.

"It depends. If the house is settled, we might stay."

"Are you really planning to buy a house in Hogsmeade?"

"Yes, I have made an agreement with Mr. Fuad Shafik to meet next weekend and buy it directly if possible."

"You guys are really rich." Ron said sourly. He couldn't even imagine when he would be able to spend a lot of Galleons to buy a manor of his own like Orlando.

"I would also like to thank Lockhart for this. If he hadn't sponsored me a large sum of galleons, I wouldn't be able to afford it."

Two weeks before the end of the semester, the castle was filled with a festive atmosphere, and the little wizards were chasing and playing to release their joy.The weekend was approaching, and there were no classes that afternoon. A group of people gathered in front of the fireplace to read. However, after a while, the sounds of chasing and fighting outside the castle were so noisy that Orlando could not read in peace.

"Let's go have a snowball fight." Orlando put down the "South China Sutra" in his hand and suddenly said.Recently, he has become addicted to reading Taoist scriptures. Whenever he has free time, he will take it out and read it, and he will have different feelings every time.

"Okay, okay." Harry threw away the chess piece in his hand and said hurriedly.

"How could this be? The game isn't over yet." Ron quit. The game was about to be won and Harry couldn't play anymore.

"You've already won three games," Harry spread his hands and said, "You win anyway, it doesn't matter whether you win or not."

"Come on, Hermione, relax today. It's a rare sunny day. Let's go have a snowball fight." Orlando helped Hermione put away the books.

In the common room, the little Gryffindor wizards all responded to Orlando's words. They dropped their homework and followed Orlando, and the group left the castle in a mighty manner.

It snowed heavily all night, covering the entire Hogwarts with a white coat. The lawns, treetops, and roofs were all covered in white, making people feel like they had changed the world.

Under the command of Orlando, more than a dozen of them were divided into two teams according to the male and female ratio. Both parties agreed that neither party could use magic. With a thunder, the two groups began to chase each other and throw snowballs.

Orlando led Hermione, Harry, Ron and others in a swarm. They initially followed Ron's suggestion and beat the Weasley twin brothers first.Orlando is the main pitcher, and Hermione is his deputy, responsible for pinching snowballs. Orlando, who has the mental locking skill, can hit the snowballs accurately even without using magic.

Harry and Ron saw that Orlando was so fierce, chasing two people alone, so they decisively joined Hermione and were responsible for delivering ammunition to him. With their joining, Orlando could throw snowballs as fast as a machine cannon. Very quickly The Weasley twins were unable to resist the beating.

When the other teammates on the opposite side saw that this was a repayment, they hurriedly gave up their opponents and concentrated their firepower on Orlando. When the remaining players on the Orlando side saw this, they also joined the ranks of passing ammunition.

So there was this weird scene on the playground. Orlando transformed into a machine cannon and beat seven or eight people on his own.

Many students from other colleges who were watching the excitement saw this interesting scene and couldn't help but join in the battle. Orlando refused to accept anyone who came, and anyone who stood on the opposite side was the target of his attack. This was like poking a hornet's nest. , half of the school’s students participated.Fortunately, there were many students who supported Orlando. The constant flow of firepower ensured that Orlando could throw 1 snowballs in one minute, so the snowball fight became Orlando alone versus more than 200 people.

After a battle, no matter how outstanding his physical skills were, Orlando was inevitably hit by a lot of snowballs, and his head, clothes, shoes and socks were all wet.

"Okay, that's it for today. Let's go back and change clothes. Don't catch a cold." Orlando suggested when everyone was tired from playing and had no energy left.

"It's so enjoyable. This is the most fun snowball fight I've ever had." George gave Orlando a hug with his wet hair and rubbed the snowflakes all over him.

"That's it, it's so exciting. Orlando, how do you manage to hit every shot?" A Hufflepuff girl asked curiously.

"Well, it's just like practicing magic. As long as you concentrate on locking the target, you can hit it with perfect accuracy." Orlando explained vaguely.

"Let's go, your clothes are soaked. Go back and change quickly." Hermione came out in time to come to the rescue.

Everyone then gathered around Orlando and returned to the castle happily. What he didn't know was that just when they were having fun, a black Labrador dog under the Whomping Willow was staring at them from a distance, his eyes full of love and sadness. .