I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Hermione then realized that they still had a Charms lesson to attend, so Harry and Ron, who didn't care about being scolded, hurriedly ran towards the marble stairs.

"Why didn't you remind me earlier," Hermione complained as she trotted quickly, "it's almost too late."

"It's because you're so angry that you don't dare to say anything." Orlando shrugged and took the backpack from his shoulders so that she could run faster.

"You're late, kids!" Professor Flitwick said accusingly as Hermione pushed open the classroom door. "Come on in, wands out, we're going to experience the power of the Happy Spell today. We've been divided into teams of two..."

It's not difficult to cast a happy spell, but Hermione couldn't be happy in this class. Even if Orlando cast a happy spell on her, her smile still looked so forced.

Since the Happy Spell didn't work, Orlando decided to try the Joy Spell. He worked hard for a long time and recalled the things that made him happy.For example: the ecstasy when the golden elixir is achieved, the surprise when reincarnated, the excitement when receiving the Hogwarts admission notice, the joy when being accepted as a closed disciple by Nico Flamel, and confirming with Hermione for the first time. The joy of being in a relationship...scenes came to mind one after another. Then he waved his wand and chanted a spell, and an orange-red halo of light spread out with Orlando as the center.

Everyone who was touched by the aperture could not help but burst into joyful laughter with their lips raised and a smile on their face. This momentum did not stop because of the wall, but quickly spread to most of the castle.

"No, it seems that I used too much force." Because this was his first attempt, Orlando did not deliberately suppress his cultivation when performing this magic.Unexpectedly, the effect was so good. A single magic became a group magic with the blessing of the soul. In an instant, most of the teachers and students on the campus experienced a feeling of joy.

"Orlando, what is this?" Professor Flitwick reacted quickly and said in shock: "This is the Joy Spell, can it be used like this?" He is also a rare spell master in the magic world, and this is his first time. Discovery spells can be used this way.

"Professor, I'm so sorry. It's my first time to use this spell and I couldn't control the intensity. Please forgive me."

"No, no, classmate Orlando, you did a great job. Your use of magic is even more perfect than I imagined. I will give you 5 points instead of 10 points." Orlando had never seen Professor Flitwick like this before. The excitement was incoherent, as if Columbus had discovered the New World. "Can you tell me how you use this single-target magic to such a wide range?"

Orlando had no choice but to tell the truth about the process of casting the spell just now. Of course, he passed over the parts that could not be mentioned.

"Can emotions drive mental power and then trigger magic resonance?" Professor Flitwick is indeed a master of magic. He quickly found the root cause, "This not only tests a person's mental power and control of magic, but also It also requires strong magical support.”

The joy spell worked surprisingly well, and until dinner, everyone in Hogwarts was filled with happy smiles, and many professors were no exception. Even Snape, who always had a straight face, couldn't help but smile.

"Orlando, you are really good." Harry and Ron, who had finished writing their review in Professor McGonagall's office, hurried over to have dinner. Today, Orlando's unintentional magic rescued them, allowing the angry Professor McGonagall to temporarily let them go. Of course, the amount of confinement is still indispensable.

"What are you thinking? Why did you start fighting with Malfoy?" Hermione was in a good mood, so she didn't reprimand them.

"It's not that bad guy who deliberately showed off in the hall and said bad things about Hagrid." Ron took a plate of pizza and ate it. "There are also two idiots like Goyle and Crabbe who want to take action even if they can't talk."

"We hadn't even started a verbal fight before, but Malfoy wanted to make a sneak attack. They used the wand first, so naturally I wouldn't wait to be killed. I used the talisman that Orlando taught me to attack them. They were hit before they even finished reciting the spell. You know the rest." Harry didn't feel at all that he had done anything wrong. He had long wanted to beat Malfoy, especially after this kid framed Buckbeak.

"You are relieved, Gryffindor has been deducted a hundred points."

"It's so unfair, Professor. They were the ones who made the first move. They just slapped us without punishing them, but she is still the Head of Gryffindor? I don't know, I thought she was from Slytherin." Ron stuffed his mouth. Full of food murmured.

"You still have the nerve to say that Malfoy, Goyle and Crabbe were burned like that and are still lying in the school hospital. You were so harsh. Thank God the professor didn't fire you. What else do you want?"

Hermione became more and more angry as she talked, so Orlando had to act as peacemaker and poured Hermione a glass of milk. "Drink some milk to calm down. There's no point getting angry now that things have happened. Besides, Harry and Ron have also realized their mistakes." , just let them work hard to earn back the deducted points."

"That's nice to say. Do you think they have an attitude of admitting their mistakes? We still expect them to earn credits. It's good if they don't deduct credits."

Harry and Ron lowered their heads and said nothing. They also knew that the trouble they got into this time was a bit big, which could be seen from the attitude of the surrounding Gryffindor students towards them. After all, the House Cup is everyone's honor, and they were If this happens, Gryffindor will probably miss out on this year's Academy Cup.

Hermione scolded them a few words to vent their dissatisfaction on behalf of everyone, otherwise they would not have an easy life in the future if they were always hated by others.

"In the next game with Slytherin, you must beat them to a pulp." Ron put down his knife and fork and said in Harry's ear.

"Don't worry, have you forgotten that we still have Orlando as our backup?" Harry said confidently.

After dinner, Orlando, who had avoided a group of people asking questions, was about to leave when a familiar voice sounded. It was Professor McGonagall. It seemed that the afternoon was not over yet, so Orlando had to pack up his things and follow her to the principal's office.

Pushing open the door to the principal's office, Orlando realized that Harry and Ron were already here.From the awkward expressions on their faces, it was obvious that Dumbledore had asked something.

"Professor, are you looking for me?" Orlando said politely without any embarrassment.

"Sit here, what would you like to drink?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Milk tea, thank you."

"Minerva, thank you for bringing them here. They will be left to me." Dumbledore said via text message, and Professor McGonagall nodded and walked out.

Harry was a little uneasy. He didn't want to involve his friends because of his recklessness. Before Dumbledore could speak, he said first: "Professor, this has nothing to do with Orlando. It's all me. I was blinded by anger." Keep your hands to yourself.”

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile and waited for him to finish.Orlando saw some wonder and relief in his eyes, and he hesitated to look at his great-grandson.

"No need to explain this, Harry, I want to ask you how long have you been studying this?"

"Almost a year," Harry replied subconsciously.

"In one year, you can cast spells without a wand, which is an amazing Eastern method." Dumbledore said with emotion, he was indeed amazed by Harry.

Only then did Harry realize that he had let the matter slip, and he quickly tried to redeem himself, but the more he acted like this, the more he seemed to have no money.

"Professor, I don't know what you're talking about. I mean I don't...well, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Okay Harry, don't explain. There's nothing to hide. I taught you the art of Talisman and Seal. There's nothing shameful about it, right, Professor?" Orlando looked at Dumbledore and said calmly.

"Yes, I want to thank you for sharing such a precious, uh, 'Secret Technique of Talismans and Seals', is that what you call it?"

"The art of talisman and seal script, professor."

"Yes, sharing the art of talisman and seal script with others is a rare quality, especially at your age." Dumbledore looked at Orlando with a little more approval.

Orlando knew in his heart that he was more pleased with Harry's progress. Although the art of talisman and seal writing was not magic, who would dislike the improvement in strength of his chosen successor?Now that Dumbledore was in a good mood, Orlando had an idea and was ready to give it a try.

"Professor, I have a problem now. I need the Phoenix essence and blood to heal the wounds on my soul. Can you get the Phoenix essence and blood?" Orlando, not Harry, said quickly as he knew that a crying child would be fed.

"Phoenix Essence and Blood, I see, so you are already involved in this field?" Dumbledore stared at Orlando, obviously knowing that Orlando did not tell the truth last time and hid something from him.