I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"Don't worry. We can try to persuade the snails when they grow up a little. Then Hagrid might be able to listen. After all, you will gain wisdom after suffering. He should be able to listen after he has suffered a lot."

"Yeah, if it turns out they can cure seasickness or something, then it won't matter, right?" Harry said suddenly happily, after all, no one wanted their friends to make trouble.

Today's lunch was potatoes and lamb chops. Since Hermione succeeded in building a body, her appetite has been increasing day by day. Now she can eat as much as three people in one meal. Although it is not as good as Orlando, it is already scary.

Hermione doesn't have Orlando's shamelessness. She still controls her appetite most of the time, but even this is scary.No, at the Gryffindor table, a circle of people were watching her eat in stunned silence.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Hermione's mouth was bulging with bean sprouts. She then realized that this was not Longxiang Manor or her own restaurant, but there were hundreds of classmates around her.

"When did you become so good at eating?" Hermione's roommate Parvati Patil asked in surprise.

Hermione quickly swallowed the food in her mouth, put down her knife and fork with a blushing face, and explained: "I'm a little hungry today. I just ate too much. There's no need to make such a fuss."

"You've already eaten three pizzas and two plates of potato salad. Is this a little bit?" Lavender Brown said exaggeratedly.

Now Hermione couldn't help it, her face turned red and she didn't know how to explain it. After all, the school meals were rationed, and if she ate more, others would eat less.

Hermione picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth, then stood up, "You guys eat slowly, I'm full." After saying that, she walked out.

"Did I say something wrong?" Seeing Orlando, Harry and Ron looking at her with hatred, Lavender Brown asked with a guilty conscience.

Orlando didn't bother to talk nonsense to her, waved his wand, packed up the food in front of him, and then chased Hermione out of the restaurant.

"Hermione, wait for me." Orlando called her at the end of the corridor.

"What's wrong with you?" Orlando held her hand. At this moment, Hermione's eyes were red and she looked aggrieved. "Hey, what's the big deal? Don't argue with them for just a few gossips!"

Orlando pulled her to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor, comforting her all the way, and then made her laugh out loud.

"Eat, I packed it for you. There is no one here, so feel free to eat."

"Do you dislike me too?" Hermione asked, staring at Orlando without touching the food.

"How could I dislike you? Your food intake is less than half of mine. If you want to dislike me, it's because you dislike me."

"But I'm a girl. If I eat so much, people will gossip about me."

"They are jealous, envious of your good appetite, jealous that you don't gain weight no matter how much you eat, and hate that you have such an excellent boyfriend like me, do you understand?"

Hermione burst out laughing, "Shameless, how can you praise yourself so much."

Orlando picked up a piece of pizza and dipped it in some soy sauce and handed it to her, "Pizza tastes best when dipped in sauce. Try it quickly."

Hermione started to eat voraciously. Orlando watched her eat and said, "After you finish your meal, you can come here and I'll ask the house elf to prepare something for you, okay?"

"Are you really not afraid that I will grow into a fat man?" Hermione pouted with dissatisfaction. After all, girls love to be beautiful, especially in front of their sweetheart.

"You can't get fat. Believe me, after building a body, your metabolism is several times that of a normal person. This situation will continue until you reach adulthood, so you must consume a lot of food to maintain nutritional balance. Therefore, it is difficult for you to gain weight."

Hermione was thoughtful. She already felt that not only had she gained a lot of strength recently, her magic power and spiritual power had also increased significantly. Some of the spells that were difficult for her in the past could now be cast easily. A little difficult.

"I'll listen to you."

The bell rang for afternoon classes. Orlando and Hermione came down from the eighth floor and walked towards the north tower. At the top of a very narrow spiral staircase, there was a silver stepladder leading to a trap in the ceiling. Door, where Professor Trelawney lives.

When they reached the top of the stepladder, the sweet smell of smoke hit their nostrils.Everything here is the same as before, the curtains are tightly drawn, and there are many lamps lit in the round room. The lamps are covered with scarves and shawls, making the whole room shrouded in a hazy red light. .

The room was full by now, and Orlando and Hermione made their way through the cluttered mess of calico chairs and futons. Harry and Ron had arrived, leaving two empty seats for them.

"You're late." Ron reminded in a low voice.

"I was delayed on the way. Has the lecture started yet?" Hermione sat down.

"That's not true..." Ron was about to say something, but suddenly saw Professor Trelawney walking towards them, and he quickly shut his mouth.

"Hello." Professor Trelawney walked to the small round table and said in her ethereal, ethereal voice.

"Hello, Professor." Orlando replied politely.

Professor Trelawney was a very thin woman, wearing a pair of huge glasses that made her eyes look horribly large on her thin face.

She was staring down at Orlando now, with a tragic expression on her face.The strings of beads, necklaces, and bracelets on her body shone in the firelight as usual.

"My spiritual gaze has penetrated the darkness and seen the evil approaching. Unfortunately, unfortunately, people are still immersed in the hustle and bustle of the past without realizing it. The evil returns from hell with the flames of revenge, and the endless war will be rekindled. His anger needs sacrifices to extinguish it, and you, the youngest representative of the Wizengamot in the wizarding world, will undoubtedly be the best one."

"You..." Hermione was angry.Although she didn't understand what Professor Trelawney was talking about, she still understood the last sentence. The anger needed sacrifices to extinguish it. This was cursing Orlando to die.

Orlando held her back, not letting her speak, and pushed her down on a chair.

"Professor, is there any way to avoid my tragic fate?" Orlando asked politely, as if he was talking about what to eat tonight.

Trelawney was stunned for a moment, as if she was surprised by this student's mind and determination. After all, not everyone could face the sentence of death calmly like him.

"Destiny is so unpredictable and unpredictable. It's not something that ordinary people can peep into. I'm lucky enough to be able to see a corner of it. I can only advise you, give up your false reputation. It's best to remain anonymous." Her voice gradually faded. It dropped lower and finally became like a whisper.

"You mean to ask Orlando to give up his qualification as a youth representative of the Wizengamot?" Hermione couldn't bear it anymore and interjected.

"You can think so." Professor Trelawney glanced at her and stopped talking.

Hermione still wanted to speak, but was stopped by Orlando. He shook his head at Hermione to signal her not to speak.

"Thank you Professor, I will consider your opinion carefully."

Orlando's sincere attitude impressed Trelawney very much. She decided not to embarrass the polite young man anymore, so she fluttered past them and sat on a large armrest with winged backrest in front of the fire. On the chair, facing the whole class.

Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil seemed impressed by her, especially admiring Professor Trelawney, and sat on the futon very close to her.

"My dear, it's time for us to study the stars." Professor Trelawney said. "The movements of the planets and the mysterious signs they display can only be understood by those who know the rules of the dance of the sky. The destiny of mankind can be understood through To decipher the radiant light of the planet, these lights blend with each other..."

If the reason why Hermione didn't like Divination class in the past was because the course was too unreliable, and the things she learned were specious and had no fixed answers, which made her, a top student, uncomfortable, then now she can't even think of the teacher Terry Law who teaches the class. Ni also hated it.She sat upright and irritated, saying nothing and ignoring Orlando until get out of class was over.

"Why didn't you let me contradict her?" Hermione said angrily, unable to hold back any longer on the way back to the tower.

"That's right, Professor McGonagall said she was a liar." Ron helped. He chose this course because it had less homework and he could be lazy in class.

"Nicholas Flamel once told me that Cassandra, the great-great-grandmother of Sybill Patricia Trelawney, was a famous prophet when she was alive. Do you know what the title prophet means?"

"What does it mean?" Harry asked subconsciously.

"It means that the great magician who can truly see through the future and predict the future is the most authoritative one in this field. At that time, he had the same status as Nico Flamel."

"So powerful? But what does this have to do with Trelawney?" Hermione still didn't understand.

"Dumbledore doesn't like Trelawney either. He's not very interested in divination prophecies. It can be said that he doesn't believe in it at all, but he is still willing to hire her as a professor. Do you know why?" Orlando Instead of answering directly, he asked rhetorically.

"Why?" Harry and Ron became interested.

"Because prophecy requires talent, and there are very few people who do not have blood inheritance to have this ability. Professor Trelawney has this kind of blood, and it is the blood of a prophet. This ability flows in the blood, maybe where The sky exploded. As long as you have one true prediction of the future, there are so many things that can be changed. Do you understand?"

Hermione thought thoughtfully, "You mean divination is not a lie, it just requires the ability to predict, and prediction requires talent. Trelawney inherited the blood of her great-great-grandmother Cassandra, but the talent is not enough. , can’t master this prediction ability well, is that right?”

"You understand it right, that's why I'm so polite to her. Just like Dumbledore, we don't have to like her, but it's best not to offend her. After all, we don't know when we will need her help. Or she can give us an early warning when she peeks into the future."

"You are thinking far enough." Ron patted his shoulder and said indifferently: "I still think she is a liar, a liar who pretends to be a liar. Otherwise, why would she even miss Harry's birthday?" Can budget for errors.”

Harry remembered the prophecy that Professor Trelawney had just made to him in class, and the trace of admiration he had just raised disappeared in an instant.

"It's true that she is a liar." Orlando shrugged and continued: "A person who cannot master the power of prophecy, in order to maintain his reputation as a prophecy master, has no choice but to play tricks to fool the students. As long as we know, there is no need to give People have exposed it, after all, destroying people's jobs is like killing their parents, so it's better not to do such offending things."

"You are so cunning." Hermione, who was so angry, finally let go of her grudge.

"Haha, I also learned this from Dumbledore. When it comes to cunning, he is the most powerful one after all."

After getting rid of their inner grudge, the relationship between the two returned to its original state, and the group walked towards Gryffindor Tower talking and laughing.