I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"No need, Professor, we can take care of a small matter. If you have anything to do, go ahead and get busy." Orlando really didn't want to deal with this guy, it was too fake.

"Oh, oh, if you need any help, just come to me, you know where I am. Okay, goodbye!" After that, he strode towards the castle, as if he had met a cat and a mouse.

"What is he doing here?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"Whatever, just don't mess with me." Orlando shrugged.

"It's definitely not a good thing." Ron burped again. He was now like a dehydrated caterpillar and his words were weak.

"Okay, let's go in quickly." Ever since the elf incident, Hermione no longer admired Lockhart so much, and seemed to feel a little bit shattered.

Harry walked to Hagrid's door and knocked urgently.

Hearing the knock on the door, Hagrid immediately opened the door with an angry look on his face, but when he saw them clearly outside the door, he immediately started to smile.

"I have been wondering when you will come to see me? Come in quickly, come in, I thought Professor Lockhart was back just now."

Harry and Hermione helped Ron across the threshold and walked into the hut. There was a king-size bed in one corner, and on the other side, the fire crackled cheerfully.

Harry helped Ron sit on the chair and eagerly told Hagrid about Ron's slug-vomiting situation. After listening to Harry's account and looking at Ron's condition, Hagrid didn't seem too worried.

Orlando looked around with interest. He noticed the pink umbrella leaning against the back wall of the cabin. The magic power radiating from the umbrella fluctuated. Orlando knew that this umbrella was not as ordinary as it seemed.

In fact, he was very suspicious that Hagrid's old wand from school was hidden in the umbrella.You know, everyone knows that Hagrid cannot use magic. He was expelled from school when he was in third grade and his wand was broken.

Hagrid looked at Orlando nervously, his eyes full of pleading.Orlando shifted his gaze without leaving a trace, then squatted down and stroked Yaya's head. Yaya had always been highly vigilant towards strangers. Just when it was about to bite him, Orlando had an idea and cast soul magic. After channeling, it turned green directly, and he didn't make any unnecessary movements. Yaya just crawled on the ground obediently, letting Orlando stroke its head.

Hagrid, who was about to scold Yaya, saw this scene and scratched his disheveled hair with his hand in confusion, "It's really strange, why Yaya became so easy to get along with today."

"Can you give me a glass of water?" Ron was almost dying of thirst, but no one seemed to care about him after entering the house.

"Here it is." Hagrid hurriedly picked up the kettle from the fire, poured a large bowl and handed it to Harry. Harry supported Ron and let him drink. After drinking three large bowls in a row, Ron felt a little better.

"Would you like some tea? I'll boil some tea for you." Hagrid was busy making tea for them.His big hunting dog Yaya had fallen asleep comfortably at this time, drooling all over the floor.

"Why is Lockhart here with you, Hagrid?" Harry asked, imitating Orlando, scratching Fang's ear.

"Teach me how to prevent the water monster from getting into the well," Hagrid said angrily, taking a half-plucked rooster from the clean table and putting a teapot on it, "As if I don't know. Bragging about how he can exorcise female ghosts. If one of the sentences is true, I will eat the teapot."

Then he seemed to think of something again, and then happily said to Orlando: "I heard about it. It's so happy. The only pity is that I couldn't shock this guy into an idiot."

It was completely unlike Hagrid to criticize a teacher at Hogwarts, and Harry looked at him in surprise.Hermione said in a slightly higher tone than usual: "I think you are being unfair. Professor Dumbledore obviously thinks he is the most suitable candidate."

"The only one," said Hagrid, bringing them a plate of fudge. Orlando tasted one. It tasted pretty good, smelling like camel.

"I'm talking about the only one. It's very difficult to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher now. People don't want to do it. They think this job is unlucky. No one can do it for a long time." Hagrid picked up the plate and motioned to everyone. Taste it.

Harry and Hermione saw Orlando eating it and tasted it too.

"Can you give me one?" Ron regained his strength after drinking water and now felt a little hungry.

Hermione grabbed a handful of fudge and put it into his hand. After eating, Ron began to regain some strength.

Everyone was relieved when they saw that he was fine.

"Who is he trying to curse?" Hagrid handed the brewed tea to everyone and turned to ask Harry.

"Malfoy scolded Hermione. It must have been something very vicious, because everyone was so angry."

"Very vicious," Ron croaked, sticking his head over the edge of the table, his face still pale.

"Malfoy called her 'Mudblood' Hagrid -" Ron took a sip of hot tea, took a breath, and continued.

Hagrid looked very indignant, "Is this true?" he looked at Hermione and yelled.

"Yes," she said, "but I don't know what it means. Of course, I can tell it's very rude..."

"That's the most insulting thing he could think of," Ron said breathlessly as he showed his head again. "Mudblood is a slanderous term for Muggle-born people - people whose parents don't know magic. "Some wizards, like the Malfoys, always feel that they are superior to others because they are so-called purebloods."

"Orlando, you are also from a Muggle family, why didn't you beat them up?" Hagrid shouted angrily.

"Orlando arrived afterward, he wasn't there at the time." Harry added hastily.

"Then we shouldn't let them go, we should give them a good beating." Hagrid said angrily, wishing he could have been there at that time.

"They don't dare to say this in front of Orlando. Didn't you see that Malfoy is like a mouse meeting a cat when he meets Orlando? He is respectful and bows to 'Lord Orlando' from a distance." Ron said angrily.

"Okay, Ron. Strength has nothing to do with origin. When you are strong enough, you can be fearless of any identity, so all this comes from you not being strong enough. If you want to be respected, you must have abilities far beyond the ordinary." The strength of a person is that instead of feeling sorry for oneself, it is better to work hard and make oneself stronger.”

On the one hand, Ron was annoyed that Orlando did not avenge him, but on the other hand, he was grateful that he had cured himself with the elixir, so he stopped complaining as soon as Orlando spoke.

"Orlando is right, we have to become stronger. Only when we are stronger will Malfoy dare not humiliate us like this." Hermione clenched her fists and determined to work harder.

"Let's work together, Hermione." After hearing this, Harry said excitedly.

"And me." Several friends said this, and Ron was not willing to lag behind.

"Harry," Hagrid seemed to suddenly think of something, "I want to settle accounts with you. I heard that you sent signed photos, and you, Orlando, why didn't I get them?"

Harry was furious and shouted loudly, "I didn't send a signed photo," he protested vehemently, "That was a rumor spread by Lockhart. If you don't believe me, just ask Orlando, he was also there at the time."

"I was joking to lighten the mood. I know you are not this kind of person." He patted Harry's back affectionately, so hard that Harry's face almost hit the table.

"Okay, Harry, I think you can send some signed photos. After all, you have to be famous early. Maybe ten or twenty years later, your signed photos will sell for a lot of money." Orlando joked.

"Really? Orlando." After hearing this, Ron looked at him with bright eyes.

"More than likely, Ron, you don't think now is a good time to invest."

"You..." Harry sat up straight, not knowing what to say.

"It's a joke, Harry, don't mind. Of course, this joke is probably true. Why don't you think about it?"

"You still say that?" Harry was completely annoyed.

"Which of you wants some tea? How about some fudge?" Hagrid said as he poured the tea.

After drinking tea, Ron became lively again after resting.Hagrid said eagerly, "Come and see what I have grown."

Twelve large pumpkins grew in the vegetable patch behind the hut.Orlando and the others had never seen such huge pumpkins, each half as tall as a man.

"Not bad looking, isn't it?" said Hagrid gleefully. "It's for the Hallowe'en feast. It'll be big enough then."

"What did you fertilize them with?" Harry asked.

Hagrid looked around to see if anyone was there, "Hey, I gave them a little - how should I say? A little help."

Orlando circled around the big pumpkin, "Nice expansion spell, Hagrid."

"Did you spot it at a glance?"

"The next time you cast this spell, it's best to divide it several times. Each time you cast the spell, the magic output is reduced by half, so that the pumpkins that grow out will not have such obvious traces of the spell."

"Can it still be like this?" Hagrid scratched his head and said.

It was almost lunch time, and Harry had only eaten a little fudge since early morning, so he wanted to go back to school for dinner.Several people said goodbye to Hagrid and walked back to the castle together.

As soon as he stepped through the door of the restaurant, he heard a voice from behind him.

"You are back, Potter and Weasley," Professor McGonagall walked towards them with a straight face, "You two are staying tonight."

"What are we going to do, Professor?" Ron asked, holding back a nervous hiccup.

"In view of your violation of school rules, it has been decided to punish you. You go and help Mr. Filch clean the silverware in the trophy room," said Professor McGonagall. "No magic, Weasley - all Hand rub."

Ron gasped, the janitor Filch was hated by all students, and he was no exception.

"As for you, Potter, go and help Professor Lockhart reply to his admirers," Professor McGonagall said.

"Ah, no, can I clean the prize too?" Harry begged desperately.

"Of course not. This is a punishment for your reckless behavior. There are no conditions." Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, as if she was suppressing a smile. "Professor Lockhart calls for you by name. Remember, you two, at eight o'clock in the evening."

Ron and Harry looked at Orlando desperately, hoping that he would beg for mercy.

"Professor, I think it would be better if they exchange punishment methods." After receiving the looks from Harry and Ron, Orlando said bravely.

"Oh, really? I don't think so. I think this is the most lenient treatment for them. Or do you think they should be punished more severely?" Professor McGonagall looked at Orlando with a sharp gaze.

"Well......."

"No, no, no, professor, we accept the punishment, we accept the punishment." Ron hurriedly explained when he heard that he was going to be punished severely.

"That's good, remember the time, don't forget it." After saying that, he went to the faculty chair.

Harry and Ron followed Orlando into the Great Hall dejectedly. Hermione stood aside silently, with an expression on her face that seemed to say: "You have indeed violated the school rules."

"Filch is going to kill me," Ron said sadly. "Without magic, there are at least a hundred trophies in that room. I'm not as good at scrubbing as Muggles."

"I'd be willing to trade with you any time," Harry said listlessly. "I've practiced a lot of scrubbing and washing at the Dursleys. But writing back to Lockhart's admirers... .That must be like a nightmare..."

"Okay, you two are serious. If you do something wrong, you will be punished. It doesn't matter. Eat quickly. Only when you are full can you have the strength to work." The cook has to eat when the time comes, and it is a little unpleasant. Orlando was instantly forgotten.

"You make it easy, it's not you who is being punished." Ron said dissatisfied.

"That's right, that's a nightmare, you know? I can't even hide." Harry said bitterly.

"Orlando, you have done too many things, please think of something." Hermione couldn't bear to see her two friends being punished.

"There is no way to do it."

"Really, what can I do?" Harry suddenly became happy, and Orlando suddenly became omnipotent in his heart.

"I'll get you an automatic writing machine. All you have to do is move your fingers. As for Ron, a home robot, I think that's enough."

"Really? Orlando." Ron was suddenly resurrected with full health.

"Of course it's true, otherwise how do you think I would reply to so many letters from me."

"I mean home robot?" Ron asked nervously.

"That's no problem. The teacher has several at home, so it's not a big problem to borrow one."

Harry and Ron surrounded Orado and gave him a hug one after another.

"Orlando, you're so good, I love you so much." Ron exaggeratedly tried to press his face to his, but Orlando pushed him aside in disgust.

"Okay, okay, let go now. If you continue to be so disgusting, I won't care about you."

Hermione laughed from the sidelines.

Saturday afternoon passed unknowingly, and it was five minutes to eight in the blink of an eye. Harry was walking along the third floor corridor towards Lockhart's office with the automatic writing machine given by Orlando in his arms.Ron was carrying a sack containing the Domestic Robot, the alchemy product of Nico Flamel.