I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"How come you two disappeared as soon as you finished eating?" Harry couldn't help but asked curiously as he approached the foyer.

"Hermione has been eating a lot lately and needs to eat more..." Before Orlando could finish his words, Hermione kicked him.

"Why are you telling them this?"

At this time, the foyer was crowded with people waiting in line to eat. As soon as they stood at the end of the line, a harsh sound suddenly sounded from behind.

"Weasley, hey, Weasley!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione turned around to see Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle standing there, as if they were extremely happy about something.

"What?" Ron asked angrily.

"Your dad's in the papers, Weasley," Malfoy said, waving a copy of the Daily Prophet and speaking loudly so that everyone in the crowded foyer could hear. "Listen. Listen to this, there is new trouble in the Ministry of Magic, haha, it seems that the Ministry of Magic's troubles are not over yet, our special reporter Rita Skeeter wrote this. Recently, the Ministry of Magic was involved in the Quidditch World Cup It has been criticized for its failure to effectively maintain order and its failure to explain the disappearance of one of its wizard officials. Yesterday, due to the bizarre behavior of Arnold Weasley of the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, another criticism The Ministry of Magic is in a new awkward position."

Malfoy raised his head and continued triumphantly: "Think about it, Weasley, they didn't even write your father's name correctly. He is just an insignificant person, isn't he?" He shouted with gloating. .

By this time, everyone in the foyer was listening to him.Malfoy held up the newspaper as if he were acting, ready to continue his performance.At the end of the team, Ron was so angry that he would have rushed over and beat Malfoy if Harry hadn't pulled him away.

"The newspaper is flying." Orlando pulled out his wand and tapped it. The "Daily Prophet" in Malfoy's hand flew over with a "swish". Malfoy, who was interrupted for no reason, was furious. He looked up and saw that the instigator was Orlando. , the verbal insults turned into murmurs.

Hermione took the newspaper and spread it out for Ron and Harry to read. Ron quickly skimmed over the content in front:

Arnold Weasley, who was accused of owning a flying car two years ago, was embroiled in a dispute with several Muggle law enforcers ("police") yesterday over a slew of aggressive Trash can.

Mr. Weasley appears to have come to the aid of Mad-Eye Moody, a former Auror.Mad-Eye Moody retired from the Ministry of Magic when he could no longer tell the difference between a simple handshake and deliberate murder.

Sure enough, when Mr. Weasley arrived at Mr. Moody's heavily guarded residence, he found that Mr. Moody had made another false alarm and sent a false alarm by mistake.

Mr. Weasley had to alter the memories of several police officers in order to escape from them.

But when asked by a reporter from the Daily Prophet why he wanted to involve the Ministry of Magic in this pointless and potentially troublesome matter, Mr. Weasley refused to answer.

"There is another photo, Weasley!" Malfoy seemed unwilling to accept the newspaper being taken away. He got another newspaper, raised it high and said loudly, "Remember to turn the newspaper over, there is a picture of your parents on the back. Photo, standing at the door of your house - you actually call this a house? If your mother could lose some weight, she would look pretty good, right? "

Goyle and Crabbe laughed strangely, echoing Malfoy, and other people's laughter came from around them.

Ron was shaking with rage, and everyone in the hall looked at him.

"Go away, Malfoy," Harry said. "Don't be angry, Ron..."

"Oh, by the way, Potter, you lived with them this summer, right?" Malfoy said sarcastically, "Then please tell me, is his mother really that fat, or is the photo a little distorted? ?”

"And where's your mother, Malfoy?" Harry said unwillingly - he and Hermione grabbed the back of Ron's robes to stop him from jumping towards Malfoy - "Look at the look on her face. , as if there’s a big shit under her nose! Does she always have that expression? Or is it just because she’s with you?”

Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red.

"How dare you insult my mother, Potter."

"Then shut your fat mouth," Harry said, turning away.

A white flash of light came straight towards this side. Whether it was intentional or not, the target of this flash of light was Orlando.

"Tao method, thunder shield technique." A thunder shield appeared out of thin air in front of him. The white flash hit the shield and emitted a dazzling white light. The crowd let out several screams.

Orlando was about to teach Malfoy a lesson when a spell came from behind him. Someone jumped in first?

Professor Moody limped down the marble stairs. He held the wand in his hand and pointed it directly at a snow-white stoat. The stoat was shivering on the stone paved floor. That was where Malfoy had been standing just now. .

There was an eerie silence in the foyer, and no one but Moody dared move.Moody turned to look at Orlando, seemingly amazed by his reaction and his thunder magic.

"Very good magic, and very sharp reflexes. Have you considered becoming an Auror after graduation?" He approved and asked in a low, hoarse voice.

"Thank you, Professor, maybe you can discuss this with Dumbledore. After all, I am an assistant professor at Hogwarts, and he will be the one to appoint me to the school post after graduation."

"That's such a shame." Moody looked at him again, then turned away.

"Don't touch it," Moody yelled.

Crabbe was about to pick up the ferret, but when he heard the sound, he was so frightened that he froze in place and did not dare to move.Moody's rolling eye seemed to have magic power, allowing him to see what was behind his head.

Moody limped toward Crabbe, Goyle, and the stoat. The stoat gave a horrified cry and bounded toward the basement.

Seeing this scene, Harry and Ron burst into laughter. This scene was so wonderful.

"I don't believe in this evil." Moody yelled and pointed his wand at the ferret. The ferret suddenly rose ten feet into the air, fell to the ground with a thud, and then rose up again.

"I hate people who attack others from behind," Moody said gruffly - as the stoat jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain, "This is the most filthy and despicable thing to do. Cowardly behavior..."

The stoat jumped into the air, its legs and tail waving desperately.

"Never-don't-do-do-" Moody said, uttering a word every time the ferret dropped to the flagstones and jumped up again.

Orlando suddenly sympathized with Malfoy. He was transformed into a ferret in public and was brutally ravaged. For him, who loves face and the limelight, this was even more uncomfortable than killing him.But who is to blame for this kid? If it were someone else, Orlando might be able to save him.

"Professor Moody!" a surprised voice suddenly said.

Professor McGonagall came down the marble stairs, holding a stack of books in her arms.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall," said Moody quietly, making the ferret jump higher.

"What - what are you doing?" asked Professor McGonagall, her eyes following the stoat jumping in the air.

"Teach a lesson," Moody said.

"Lesson - what, Moody, is that a student?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, and the books in her arms fell to the ground.

"That's right," Moody said.

"Oh my God!" Professor McGonagall yelled, hurried down the stairs and pulled out her wand.A moment later, with a loud crackling sound, Draco Malfoy was restored to life.He huddled up and lay on the stone floor, his slippery blond hair falling around his face.

At this time, his pale cheeks were flushed, and after a while, he stood up, trembling.

Orado touched his chin and thought, this transformation magic can still be used in this way. It seems to be more practical than thunder spells when fighting. It seems that he should learn it carefully in the future.

"Moody, we never use transformation magic as punishment for students." Professor McGonagall said weakly, "Professor Dumbledore must have told you, right?"

"He probably mentioned it," said Moody, scratching his chin nonchalantly, "but I think he needs to be taught a lesson—"

"We can put him in detention, Moody! Or report it to the dean of the college where the person is located."

"I will do that," Moody said, glaring at Malfoy with disgust.

Malfoy's light eyes were filled with tears due to pain and shame. At this time, he looked up at Moody viciously and muttered something. A few words were clearly heard, "My father... .."

"Oh, really?" Moody limped a few steps forward, his wooden prosthetic leg thumping against the ground.

"Yes, I have known your father before, son... You can tell him that Moody is paying close attention to his son... Just tell him for me... Well, the head of your college is Snape ,Yeah?"

"Yes." Malfoy said resentfully.

"An old friend too," Moody growled. "I've been looking forward to a good chat with my old buddy Snape... Come on, boy..."

As he spoke, he grabbed Malfoy's arm and dragged him towards the underground classroom.

Professor McGonagall looked at their backs uneasily for a while, and then she pointed at the books that had fallen on the ground with her wand, causing them to rise into the air and return to her arms.

"Let's all disperse." Professor McGonagall looked around and said, "Orlando, come here."

"Are you looking for my professor?"

"Why didn't you stop Moody just now?" Professor McGonagall looked at him and asked sternly: "I know you have this ability."

"Malfoy used magic to sneak attack me from behind. Of course, he failed. Professor Moody happened to see this scene. Originally, I was going to teach him a lesson in person, but I didn't expect that Professor Moody beat me to it. You won't Do you expect me to save someone who attacked me?"

"What are these things called? You go and eat. I don't care about this."