I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Orlando squinted his eyes and pretended not to hear.

The enthusiastic Hermione couldn't stand it anymore, put down the book in her hand, and poked Orlando's waist, "Hey, if someone else is your admirer, you can't satisfy his wish."

"Can't you just let me enjoy the sun?" Orlando sat up and said.

"Just one, okay?" Colin Creevey begged.

"Harry, what did you say?"

"I, I can do both."

"Come on, Colin, just one."

"Great, maybe I can stand among you and ask your friends to help click it? Then, can you sign a signature?" Colin took off the camera and put it into Ron's hand, jumping up and down with excitement. Jumping.

At this time, Malfoy came over with his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Lord Orlando, I'm disturbing your enjoyment."

"Oh, Malfoy, it's so rare. How come you have the courage to talk to me today?"

Malfoy blushed and said hurriedly: "Dad expressed deep regret for not being able to entertain you the last time we said goodbye, and specifically told me to invite you and your teacher to my manor for this weekend's dinner."

"No time," Orlando refused without thinking, "Let me express my gratitude to your father!"

Malfoy didn't expect Orlando to refuse so simply, and was stunned where he was, a little at a loss.

The tall Crabbe might have been used to being domineering. When Malfoy didn't say anything, he stood up angrily and said, "Don't be so shameless. I invite you to the banquet because I think of you. What? You're not happy anymore." ?”

"Are you talking to me?" Orlando glared at him.

As if remembering the scene on the train a year ago, Crabbe subconsciously took out his wand and pointed it at Orlando.

Magic is too cheap to deal with such a stupid guy. Orlando didn't wait for him to shake his wand, stepped a few meters sideways, and came directly to Crabbe. He grabbed it with one hand, and Crabbe's hand holding the wand was pinched. Transformed, a shrill scream came out of his mouth, and the wand fell to the ground. Orlando accidentally stepped on it and crushed it to pieces.

"I ask you again, are you talking to me?"

Crabbe was so frightened that he was trembling and speechless.

"Lord Orlando, we were wrong. I apologize to you on behalf of Crabbe. Please forgive Crabbe." Malfoy grabbed Goyle and told him not to be impulsive.

"Oh, so Crabbe was under your instructions?"

"It's unfair. I came here to invite you to the meeting with sincerity. I didn't mean to provoke you at all." Old Malfoy had told him that in order to have a good relationship with Orlando, he must not offend him.

"What's going on, what's going on?" Gilderoy Lockhart strode towards them, his green robes flowing behind him.

"Who's fighting?"

Orlando used a gentle force on his wrist and threw Crabbe to the ground. "I hate it when people point their wands at me. If it happens again, I will destroy your hand. Remember?"

Crabbe cried in pain and had runny nose. He nodded and crawled back, fearing that Orlando would hit him again and make the onlookers laugh.

"Oh, God! What's going on? Who can tell me what's going on?" Lockhart shouted exaggeratedly.

"It's nothing, Professor, we are arm wrestling. Obviously, this student Crabbe looks tall, but his strength is too weak, so he is lying on the ground." Orlando said casually with a reason.

"Is that so?" Lockhart looked at him suspiciously.

"That's right, Professor." Harry, Ron and Hermione replied in unison.

"Is that so?" Lockhart still didn't believe it and turned to look at Malfoy and Goyle.

"Yes...yes, Professor, arm wrestling." Malfoy replied bravely.

"Okay, don't fight. Fighting is wrong. Classmate, do I need to take you to the infirmary?"

"No... no need, Professor." Crabbe got up from the ground, holding half of the wand in his hand, and he was bleeding with pain.

"Okay...ah ha, who do I see? It's Harry, Harry Potter." Lockhart glanced at the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead, and then at Ron's hand He looked at the camera in the camera and said excitedly: "Are you taking a group photo? How about taking me with you? I have won the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award five times in a row. I promise you that I will never charge you a fee."

Lockhart suddenly stood between Harry and Orlando, squeezing Colin Creevey behind. He blocked Harry's shoulder with one hand, and when he was about to reach out with the other hand, he remembered the unpleasantness of the morning. , and let it go again.

"Hermione, if you don't mind, let's take a photo together."

Seeing that there was nothing he could do, Orlando had to pull Hermione and let her stand in the middle. He also pulled Colin Creevey over, and Orlando stood on the side.

Hermione's cheeks were red with excitement and her whole body was shaking.Colin Creevey made a scissor hand, and Ron pressed the flash button in a hurry.Malfoy and Goyle took this opportunity to grab Crabbe and squeeze out of the crowd.

Soon, classmates who learned that Lockhart was taking pictures here swarmed around, and Orlando and Harry took the opportunity to escape, leaving only poor Ron as his royal cameraman.

"Why did Dumbledore find such a person as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? Snape is a hundred times better than him." On the way back to the castle, Harry couldn't help but complain.

"Haha, don't underestimate anyone, Harry."

"Do you also think he has real abilities?"

"I haven't seen his real ability, but his ability to talk is number one."

"Hahaha, Orlando, you are more harmful to people than Hermione, and you are the most talkative. Haha, you made me laugh so hard."

"Let's go to the classroom."

At this time, Lockhart was busy taking photos and signing autographs with the students, completely forgetting that he had another class. Orlando was happy to be quiet and found a corner to read a book by himself.

After a while, a group of students poured into the classroom, closely followed by Lockhart. The students surrounded him and listened to him bragging about how brave he was in fighting werewolves and how calm he was.

When the students had found their seats and settled down, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly to silence everyone.He reached for Neville Longbottom's "Walking with Trolls" and held it in his hand, showing the photo of himself winking on the cover.

"I," he pointed to his photo and blinked, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class. Maybe you can ask Orlando for advice on what is the Order of Merlin. I As a medal recipient, he is happy to share some basic knowledge with you. Of course, on this basis, I am also an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts Alliance and the winner of the Wizarding Weekly Most Charming Smile Award five times— —But I don’t talk about that, I didn’t drive away the female ghosts in Bandung by smiling!”

The classmates all turned to look at Orlando, wondering what he would say, but Orlando just lowered his head and read, paying no attention to him.

Lockhart was not impressed at all, and continued to boast: "I see you have all bought my complete set of works - very good. I thought we would do a little test today. . . . ..."

Harry held his chin, looking bitter and resentful, and muttered in a low voice: "At this level, he is not as good as Quirrell."

At this time, Ron seemed to have seen them, and moved over secretly, and shouted angrily: "You two are so shameless, leaving me to take pictures, and you ran away."

"You can run too, no one is forcing you anyway." Orlando said without raising his head.

"Did I run away?"

"There are so many girls begging you to help take pictures. I think you are very happy." Harry couldn't help but mocked.

"How can there be? I...I have no choice but to be stopped. I will not take the initiative to take pictures of them." After being exposed, Ron blushed and tried to quibble.

"Okay, okay, be quiet and let me read a book." Orlando was reading a book about mandrake and had no time to listen to their quarrel.

For a whole hour, Lockhart was either bragging about his awesome experiences or the awards he had won, such as spending a year with snowmen in XZ; spending a weekend with werewolves; and then talking about the Ministry of Magic. In order to reward his achievements, he was awarded the Order of Merlin. In order to show how great he was, he was compared with Orlando from time to time.

At first, the students listened with great interest, but as time went by, except for Hermione and other girls who found it interesting, most of the other students began to get tired of this kind of teaching behavior.

Lockhart seemed to realize that this was not his press conference and hurriedly stopped talking.I saw him bending down and taking out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium and placing it on the table.

Then he whispered mysteriously: "Now you have to be careful. As your teacher of Defense Against Dark Arts, my task is to teach you how to resist the most evil things in the magic world. Now you will face the most terrifying creatures." , but please remember, as long as I am here, you will not be harmed in any way, and the only thing I ask of you is to stay calm."

Not to mention, Lockhart's words were indeed very seductive. The students who were a little sleepy suddenly woke up and looked at Lockhart with wide eyes.

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Lockhart proudly placed his hand on the cover of the cage.

"I must ask you not to scream," said Lockhart in a low voice. "That will irritate them!"

The class held their breath as Lockhart lifted the hood.

"Yes," he said theatrically, "a freshly caught Cornish elf."

Seamus Finnigan couldn't help but sneered. Even the timid Ron didn't think that such a little thing could bear the title of the most evil thing in the wizarding world.

"Look Orlando, these little things can make faces." Harry tugged on Orlando's sleeve, interrupting his thoughts of reading.

Orlando looked up at the desk. These elves had livid skin, were short, about eight inches tall, had small pointed faces, and had shrill voices, as if they were many budgies quarreling.As soon as the cover was removed, they began to chirp, jump up and down, shake the cage bars, and make all kinds of weird faces at people nearby.

"Okay," Lockhart shouted, "the time has come to test you. Let me see how you deal with them!" After that, he opened the cage door.

It was a mess now, and the little elves were flying around like rockets.Two of them lifted Neville up by his ears.Several others rushed out of the window and scattered broken glass in the back row of the classroom.

The rest wreaked havoc in the classroom, worse than a rampaging rhinoceros.They grabbed ink bottles and threw them at the whole class, tore books and papers into pieces, tore off pictures on the walls, turned over waste bins, and threw schoolbags and textbooks out of broken windows.

After a few minutes, Orlando had had enough. Half the class was hiding under the tables and Neville was swinging from the chandelier.

"Come on, round them up, round them up, they are just little elves..." shouted Lockhart.He rolled up his sleeves, waved his wand and shouted: "Peschipixipestenomi!"

To no avail, an elf grabbed Lockhart's wand and threw it out of the window as well.Lockhart gasped, ducked under the lectern table, and was nearly knocked over by Neville, as the chandelier gave way and fell in almost the same second.

Orlando laughed angrily when he saw this scene.

"Orlando, stop laughing and think of a solution." An elf above Hermione's head was grabbing her hair and pulling her head around, making it impossible for her to use magic spells.

"Yeah, Orlando, these annoying guys." Ron finally changed into new clothes, but now they were all stained by ink, and he was so angry that he jumped up and down.

Harry was helping Hermione deal with the elf above her head, but no matter how hard he tried, the elf wouldn't let go.

"Everyone, listen up. I am Orlando. In the name of the Assistant Professor of Hogwarts, I order you all to cover your ears. I say it again, all of you cover your ears." Orlando yelled, and everyone heard it. Covered his ears.

"Thunder spell, sonic boom, Wow!" This is Orlando's new thunder spell combined with soul magic. The sound of thunder contains the power of the soul.To deal with these low-level magical creatures, he only used less than one-tenth of his power.

Even though the power was weakened, after a loud noise, the elves jumping up and down inside and outside the house were still stunned.Although the students in the room covered their ears in time, many of them were shocked and dizzy when faced with Orlando's group attack skills, and could not recover for a long time.

"Don't be stunned, help me pick up these elves quickly." Orlando ordered after seeing that Harry and Ron were fine.

"I want to beat him." Ron said to Harry, shaking his dizzy head.

"Me too."

"I support you. How about you beat him up now? He's unconscious now and doesn't know." Orlando pulled Lockhart out from under the desk. Apparently Lockhart didn't listen to him and covered his ears. Now Well, I was knocked unconscious by a range of skills.

Ron was about to try, but Hermione stopped him in time.

"Don't mess around. He is a professor. You don't want to be expelled, do you?"

"Orlando said yes."

"Him? Can you compare with him? Dumbledore can't even control him." Hermione said disdainfully.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm still a student now." Orlando explained, he didn't want to become the public enemy of everyone.

"What should he do?" Harry asked, pointing at Lockhart.

"Ask if any students are willing to send him to the infirmary." Orlando was also a little distressed. You said you could just cover your ears and keep showing off. Now you're fine. You fainted and left one behind. A mess.

"I'd better go." Hermione directed several students to carry Lockhart to the infirmary.

"It's all installed." A student held the cage and showed it to Orlando like a treasure.

"Okay, just leave it here. It's no longer our time, let's get out of class."

Lockhart's first lesson was ended by Orlando after he fell into coma.

"These are the signed books and photo albums Lockhart prepared for you. Do you want more?" Ron suddenly grabbed Orlando who was about to leave and asked.

"What the hell, just leave it to Hermione. If you give it to me, I'll throw it away as trash."

"Yeah, it's all rubbish." Harry said in agreement.