I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"Orlando, what are you doing?" Harry, who had just returned from playing wildly outside the castle, looked at them in surprise.

"Obviously, making up for homework." Orlando shrugged, while Hermione raised her head and glared at Harry and Ron, signaling them not to disturb her homework.

Harry shrank his neck, and Ron looked like he had seen a ghost, "She actually forgot to do her winter vacation homework?" He muttered quietly, for fear of being heard by Hermione.

"What should we do?" Harry asked quietly.

"What should I do?" Ron didn't respond.

"Assignment, didn't you say you would copy Orlando's directly? Now he doesn't even write it himself, what should we do?"

"It's over. How could I forget this?"

No matter how low they whispered, they could not escape Orlando's sensitive ears, and he looked at them with a half-smile.

"Why don't you come over and do your homework together?" Since we are all brothers and sisters, why should we leave them behind? "You don't want your points to be deducted as soon as the new semester starts, do you?"

Hermione also looked up at them, her eyes revealing that she would kill them if they dared to deduct points and put Gryffindor at the bottom as soon as school started.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, then reluctantly took out their schoolbags and sat down opposite them to join the army of homework fixers. As more and more people came to the common room, Orlando found that most of the people who were in trouble were Lanffindor couldn't finish their winter vacation homework, and almost half of them were copying it to each other.

Fortunately, the professors at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were very reasonable. They did not ask students to hand in their homework as soon as the semester started. After three consecutive days of busy work, Orlando finally finished all the homework. There was no plagiarism or perfunctory, because with Hermione's supervision, he had to write these seriously by himself.

Although this was not a very strenuous task for him, the time and energy required to write so many words was essential. After writing the last word, Orlando threw away the quill in his hand and crossed his legs. Kai slumped in his chair motionless.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Harry quickly grabbed his homework. Under Hermione's glare, he and Ron huddled together and started copying.

"You don't want to stop them?" Hermione said to Orlando angrily, seeing that Harry and Ron were used to her glare.

"I don't want to worry about them anymore. Just let them be. Anyway, I've finished my homework." Orlando looked at the ceiling, his eyes unfocused, as motionless as a fish out of water.

"Humph." Hermione snorted to express her dissatisfaction. She didn't have Orlando's photographic memory. She still had to flip through books to find answers to many questions, so she couldn't do them as quickly as he did. This made her very dissatisfied with herself.

After being idle for a long time, Orlando finally recovered. He thoughtfully poured a drink for the busy people, while he held a cup of tea and sat on the chair in front of the fireplace to warm up and think. about something.

In two years, the wizarding world will usher in World War II. With his current level of magic, it may not be possible to eliminate Voldemort, but self-protection is not a big problem.But this is not enough, he also has weaknesses. After all, his parents and relatives, including Hermione's parents, are ordinary people, and they have no power to resist the wizard.

Judging from Voldemort's past actions, it is impossible for him to give up his extreme thoughts of "pure blood theory".In this way, he who is slightly famous is very likely to be one of his must-kill targets.And Orlando is obviously not a person who is ready to be captured. His conflict with Voldemort is inevitable. Once Voldemort has no way to deal with him, he is likely to resort to coercion and inducement. In this way, it will be difficult for relatives and friends related to him. Don't get caught up in it.

Orlando couldn't tell how long this wizarding war would last, and he didn't know how to convince his parents and relatives to give up their current lives and hide. After all, they were just ordinary people, and it would be difficult for them to integrate into the magical world without being separated from the secular world.

"What are you thinking about?" Hermione put away her schoolbag and walked over.

"Nothing, have you finished your homework?" Orlando stretched and said with a smile, "How is your Chinese study going?"

"Why did you suddenly think of asking this? Are you hiding something from me?" The woman's intuition was still very accurate.

"It's nothing. I just think that if possible, it might be useful for your parents to learn a little Chinese."

"Well, why are you acting weird today?" Hermione reached out and touched his forehead, and then tried her own.

"I'm very awake, just in case." Orlando grabbed her extended hand and continued: "You have always been interested in the ancient Chinese civilization, and besides, that continent is now in a state of ruins, and it has The huge market and human resources are a good place for investment and business. I am going to persuade my family to move there. Can you come with me?"

"This..." Hermione had never thought about this question. She didn't even know how to reply to Orlando. "You have confused my brain. Let me think about it."

"You should think about this slowly, but remember to keep it confidential. I am going to take some time to go to Hong Kong for inspection. It is best to wait until I have chosen a place to stay."

"Are you serious?" Hermione was surprised. "Did you foresee something? Why do I think you are weird lately?"

"Believe me, I won't harm you." Orlando held her hand tightly, looked into her eyes and said, "Although there will be no danger for the time being, we have to make plans early. I don't want our negligence to , I will regret it for the rest of my life."

Seeing that his attitude was extremely sincere and his eyes were firmer than ever before, Hermione nodded subconsciously and said, "I believe you, I will find a way to convince them."

"That's good. You don't have to worry about money. I will find a way to get some money to fund the move."

"What are you talking about?" Ron suddenly came over, "Who wants to move?"

"Have you finished copying your homework?" Hermione glared and said with her hands on her hips: "If you do this again from now on, I will go to Professor McGonagall to complain."

Ron winced, quickly changed the subject, and said mysteriously: "Harry received a broomstick for Christmas, guess what model it is."

"Nimbus 2000?" Hermione was cold on the outside but hot on the inside. Although she was rude, she had never made any reports. Ron knew that.

"It's the Firebolt." Ron's exaggerated expression was filled with envy.

"Who gave it to me?" Although she doesn't play Quidditch, she still knows about the Firebolt. There is an advertisement for it in Hogsmeade Village. It is said that the latest version of the broomstick is not yet mass-produced, and the price on the market is very high. 1000 galleons a handful.

You must know that at this stage, the Firebolt is a special broom used in various official Quidditch games, representing the highest level of craftsmanship in the wizarding world. The broom handle is made of ash wood, which is streamlined and exquisite. Polished and polished with a polish as hard as diamond, every twig at its tail is carefully selected to make its streamlines perfect, which is why it is unparalleled in terms of balance and precision.

The Firebolt with this technology can instantly accelerate to 150 miles per hour within ten seconds, which fully reflects the charm of its braking device and is the first choice that any Quidditch player dreams of.

"I don't know, it's an anonymous package. I suspect it's from Professor Lupine, but he doesn't look very rich." Ron shrugged, "You can see the real thing later, ha. Li has gone back to get it."

Hermione frowned. She always felt that there was something fishy in this. Who would give such an expensive thing for Christmas if they were not relatives.

Without keeping them waiting for long, Harry ran in with a "noisy" sound.

"I'm here." Harry was holding a long package. He couldn't wait to share his joy with his good friends. He gently placed the package on the table, slowly opened the lid of the box, and opened it slightly. He said excitedly: "Look, this is the Firebolt."