I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"So, the reason why Black attacked Hogwarts at night was to deal with you?" Hermione quickly reacted.

"That should be true. He is Voldemort's loyal lackey, and I am the one who caused Voldemort to lose his body. It is natural for him to seek revenge from me." Harry seemed to be talking about someone else's affairs, his voice without a trace of emotion.

"Harry, I think we'd better go back to the castle." Hermione looked at Orlando. Although she was not afraid of him, he was a vicious Death Eater after all. No one could guess what crazy things Black would do. Something that had to worry her.

"I think Hermione is right," Ron stopped looking at Ms. Rosmerta and hurriedly advised: "Since Black appears in Hogsmeade, he might be hiding in the dark to observe at this moment, waiting for the opportunity to strike. , Harry you can't take any chances."

Seeing that Harry was unmoved, Hermione winked at Orlando and asked him to persuade him.

"Harry, are you thinking of revenge?" Orlando drank the beer in his hand in one breath. To be honest, the taste was not as good as the beer brewed in the Muggle world.

"What?" Harry didn't come back to his senses for a moment, "I want to catch him with my own hands, and I also want to ask him why he did this?"

"The idea is good, but do you have the strength?" Sometimes pouring cold water on others is not popular, and Harry is like this. He looked at Orlando stubbornly, "I am not saying this to stop you, but to tell you a fact. , there is an old Chinese saying that a gentleman takes revenge ten years later. This sentence is easy to understand and does not require any further explanation from me!"

"But I can't wait. As long as I think of my father and mother dying in the hands of Voldemort for me, I will feel heartbreaking pain. You can't understand this kind of pain." Harry gritted his teeth, and the anger had made him unbearable. .

"I can understand your feelings, Harry. But have you ever thought that if you died at the hands of Sirius Black because of your adventure, wouldn't your father and mother sacrifice themselves in vain? In order to keep you alive, they Having given your life, you are the continuation of their lives, have you ever considered this when taking risks?”

"I..." Harry collapsed on the chair in frustration, "What should I do? Hide? Hide for the rest of my life?"

"Didn't I just say that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years? How old are you? How old is Black? As long as you make a little progress every day, I believe that in less than ten years, you will be able to become a powerful wizard. If you have the strength, you are still afraid Can’t get revenge?”

"Orlando is right, Harry, the most important thing for you now is to improve your strength and lurk." Ron beat the drum.

"But...but I know the enemy is nearby, but I have to pretend not to see him. I feel bad." Harry put the wine bottle heavily on the table.

"Then make yourself stronger as soon as possible. How is your practice of the Divine Protection Spell going?"

"I haven't learned it yet. I can't find the feeling of happiness that Professor Lupin mentioned." Harry lowered his head in frustration.

"Divine guard is the most effective way to deal with Dementors. If you can't even master this, how can you beat Blake who is running away under the supervision of many Dementors?"

"Yes Harry, Black can escape from Azkaban, which means he is very powerful. It is best not to act recklessly before being fully prepared." Hermione felt a little worried when she saw that Harry was badly beaten. Can't bear it.

"Okay, don't worry about it. You have to eat the meal one bite at a time and walk the road step by step." Orlando patted his shoulder and said: "If you are willing, I will give you special training starting from next semester. If you insist If you live there, your strength will definitely grow rapidly."

"Really?" Harry raised his head.

"I never lied to you, but you have to be prepared to endure hardships. Once you start, you can't give up halfway, otherwise don't expect me to help you again in the future. Do you understand?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded heavily.He has never longed for strong strength as he does now, and he has never hated his low strength as much as he does now. This feeling of being powerless in the face of his enemies gnawed deeply at his heart.

"Let's go, it's time to go back to school."

"Should I go back through the tunnel?" Harry suddenly remembered that he had escaped secretly and should not have appeared at the school gate.

"You should follow me while wearing the invisibility cloak." Although he knew that Black could not harm Harry, Orlando still said: "You can easily be targeted when you act alone, so it is best not to give the enemy any opportunity to take advantage of you. "

"Orlando is right, Harry, don't act alone." Ron looked around and realized that no one had noticed them, so he helped Harry put on the invisibility cloak.

Back at the castle, Orlando and the others went straight to the auditorium, while Harry made a big circle, pretending to have just come back from the library.

"So you spent 6000 Galleons to buy a manor?" Ron's eyes widened in the Gryffindor common room.

"Keep your voice down, I don't want everyone to know." Hermione said angrily.

"That's true." Harry was also shocked. He couldn't get so much money from the small treasury in Gringotts.

"It's true. When we finish packing, we will take you to visit."

Orlando put down the quill in his hand. This was already the 13th reply he had written today. You are famous for this, and there are many people looking for you, many of whom you should not offend.At this juncture of Christmas, he had to do it himself, writing greeting cards and replies one by one to show his respect.

"Don't be busy. There are still these letters that need to be answered. I've prepared greeting cards for you." Orlando, who thought it was all over, was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when Hermione brought over a stack of letters and greeting cards.

"No way, this is not over yet." Orlando's head was getting big.

"Let me take a look," Hermione took out a list and checked them one by one, and then said, "That's pretty much it. I'll reply to the rest for you."

Harry and Ron looked at each other with envy in their eyes. Anyone who received a bunch of greeting cards and letters on this day would be honored. Of course, this did not include Orlando, who just wanted to practice Buddhism quietly.

After working until the evening, he finally got all these done. Orlando stretched out, looked at Hermione who was still writing furiously, and couldn't help complaining, "Is it necessary to be so serious? I don't know what these are. Is it necessary to deal with people like this?"

"Of course it is necessary. These will be your connections in the future. Spend some time now to maintain the relationship, maybe you will use it one day. Besides, when others write letters or greeting cards to you, this is their recognition and recognition of you. Blessings, if you accept the letter and ignore it, you will not let others think. Do you look down on him? Or do you think he is not worthy of close friendship? This will offend people invisibly and create unnecessary enemies for you. We don’t need it in time. These friends can’t be allowed to become enemies, you know.”

Orlando touched his nose. Hermione's words made sense, but he was just not used to this kind of social interaction.

"Okay, you're right, I'll get you something to drink. What do you want to drink?" Orlando said distressedly.

"Milk, if you have any." Hermione said without looking back.

The lounge was empty at this time. The students had all gone back to their dormitories to rest, leaving only the two of them.

"I'll go to the cafeteria to see what's available, and I'll bring you some by the way." After saying that, Orlando walked out.

Orlando has never felt that time is so short. Now he gets a headache whenever he sees an owl. He receives dozens of letters and greeting cards every day. These are all the results of Hermione's maintenance of relationships. Orlando has to reply to each letter one by one under Hermione's supervision. With her help, he wouldn't be in a hurry.

This situation lasted for a week until the day before Christmas.

Eating oatmeal, Orlando finally breathed a sigh of relief, "It's great that I don't have to write a reply at last."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. Most of the replies were written by her.

"Have your parents allowed you to stay in school?" Orlando asked.

"They wrote me back and agreed."

"That's great. Today we will go to the Hideaway Cabin. While we have plenty of time during the holidays, we will decorate the manor. Have you thought of a name?"