I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"Just kidding, Mom, I'm Fred." The child said and walked forward. His twin brother couldn't wait to leave this crowded place.

At this moment, a weak voice came from behind: "Excuse me, how to get to Platform 9 and 4/3?"

"Oh, another one. It seems there are quite a few freshmen enrolling this year." George suddenly stopped and bumped into Fred behind him.

I saw a young man wearing a pair of round glasses held together with a lot of transparent tape, pushing a trolley over. He had black hair and a pair of emerald green eyes, and his long hair covered his forehead. and eyebrows.

Orlando's heart moved. Although he knew that this was the world of Harry Potter the moment he saw Professor McGonagall, when he actually saw this destined child, there were still ripples in his heart.

"It seems the fun has just begun." Orlando muttered in his heart.

"How do I get to the platform?" she said understandingly, and Harry nodded.

"Don't worry," said Mrs. Weasley, "just go straight towards the ticket gate between platforms 9 and 10. Don't stop, don't be afraid, just go straight in, it's important. If you're nervous , you just trot away. Come on, you follow Ron and Orlando and set off."

Mrs. Weasley led the way, holding the youngest Ginny, followed by the twin brothers, followed by Ron, Orlando followed closely, and Harry came last with the trolley.

One last look at the platform to confirm the direction, Orlando turned back and waved to his father in the distance, beckoning him to go back.

Then he started walking towards the ticket gate, being pushed around by passengers rushing to platforms 9 and 10 along the way. Orlando had to speed up his pace to avoid deviating from the route, and ran straight into the wall of the station booth with Harry behind him. He also followed suit and rushed over.

Through the wall, a crimson steam locomotive pulled up beside a platform packed with passengers.The sign on the train read: Hogwarts Express, eleven o'clock.

Harry and Orlando stopped side by side. When they looked back, they saw that the place where the ticket gate used to be was now a wrought iron archway, with the words: Platform 9 and 4/3 written on it.

The same experience made the two of them feel good.

"Orlando Bloom, nice to meet you."

"Harry Potter, nice to meet you."

The two shook hands and smiled at each other.

"Orlando, hurry up." Ron, who was walking in front, noticed that there was no one behind him and couldn't help shouting.

At this time, the platform was full of chattering crowds. Cats of various colors were walking around under people's feet. Owls made piercing hoots amidst the noise of the crowd's humming voices and heavy dragging salutes.

Orlando had to stand on tiptoes to see Ron's back amid the smoke from the steam engine.

"Let's get in the car quickly. Do you need my help?" Orlando said, taking the owl cage politely.

"Thank you, I can do it." Harry said a little embarrassed.

"It doesn't matter. I'll let my owl stay at school after delivering the letter, otherwise the flight will be delayed for half a day."

"Are you British?"

"Yes, but my home is in Cardiff, what about you?"

"My aunt's house, Surrey."

........

The two of them walked towards the locomotive while chatting.

The first few carriages were already full of students, some of them leaned out of the windows to talk to their families, some of them were playing in their seats.

Orlando led the way with his suitcase, followed by Harry with his trolley.

At this time Ron's voice came from the car in front: "Orlando, here."

Orlando hurried forward in the direction of the sound.

It turned out that Ron had been helping to find a seat as soon as he got on the bus, and he found an empty compartment near the back of the bus.

"Thank you Ron, where is Mrs. Weasley?"

Ron nodded to Harry, and while helping to take the Hideaway and put it on, he said, "I went to see Percy in the prefects' carriage."

As they were talking, the twin brothers walked in, and one of them, who didn't know whether it was Fred or George, asked: "Want to help?"

"Thank you. I don't have much, so I don't need it. Harry Potter may need help." Orlando said with a mischievous wink.

"Yes, please help me," Harry said breathlessly.

"Hey, Fred, did I hear you right, Harry Potter?" George said in surprise.

Harry said, brushing his sweaty hair away from his eyes.

"What's that?" George suddenly pointed at Harry's lightning-shaped scar.

"Oh, my God!" Fred then said: "You really are...".

"What is it?" Harry asked curiously.

"Harry Potter," the twins said in unison.

A group of Ron were also stunned and couldn't believe their eyes.

The three brothers stared at him blankly, and Harry felt his face turn red.

Orlando laughed heartily at this unexpected scene.

After a while, the combined efforts of the five people finally put all the salutes they carried with them into place.

At this time, Mrs. Weasley's voice came from outside the open carriage door, "Fred? George? Are you in the car?"

"Coming right, Mom." The twin brothers took one last look at Harry and jumped out of the car.

Looking out the window at Mrs. Weasley's warm farewell, Orlando couldn't help but think of his grandfather in his previous life, and felt sad for a while.

"Orlando, Orlando." Seeing that he didn't respond, Harry clapped his hand.

"Oh, what's the matter, Harry." Orlando, who came back to his senses, said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I just thought of my family."

Orlando's words made Harry feel sad, "It's okay, I just want to ask about school matters."

"I don't know much about the school. I was born in a Muggle family. My father is an engineer and my mother is a lawyer, so I can't answer your question. I think Ron will know better. I'll ask him later."

At this time, the twin brothers' voices came from the window.

"Hey, mom, guess what? Guess who I just met on the train."

"Do you know the black-haired boy who was following Orlando at the station just now? Do you know who he is?"

"Who?"

"Saviour, Harry Potter!"

"Oh, Mom, can I get in the car and go see him? Please, Mom..." begged a little girl, whose voice sounded like Ginny.

Harry quickly closed the car curtains and shrank his body for fear of being discovered.

Orlando smiled at him and said, "Harry, it seems that you are very famous in the wizarding world."

"I don't know what happened. I just heard Hagrid say that my parents protected me with their lives." Harry's tone was a little low. He was willing not to have this fame as long as his parents could live.

Orlando patted Harry's hand and consoled him: "The dead cannot be pursued. We live well, which is the greatest comfort to them."

The two stopped talking, each thinking about their own thoughts.

At this time, the train whistle sounded. It was too late, the train was about to start.

Orlando opened the window, and with the help of him and Harry, several people climbed onto the train without any risk before it started.

Ginny cried outside the window.

The three brothers stuck their heads out of the window and kissed their mother goodbye.

The train finally started, and the twin brothers said goodbye to the two of them and returned to their own carriages. Ron stayed and sat next to Harry.

Orlando took out "History of Magic" from his suitcase and prepared to read to pass the time.

Ron tried hard not to stare at Harry's forehead, but the twinkling look in his eyes gave him away.

Harry was embarrassed to be stared at, so he had to pretend to be interested in the scenery outside the car window.

Orlando lowered his head and pretended to read a book, feeling funny in his heart. The carriage suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of the train rolling.

The train left London and flew along the fields filled with cattle and sheep. Orlando also put down the book in his hand and watched the fields and pastures passing by.

At about half past twelve, there was a loud noise in the aisle. A woman with a nice smile and dimples pushed open the compartment door and asked, "Honey, do you want to buy some food from the car?"

Harry, who had eaten nothing this morning, jumped up and Orlando put down his book and followed him.

Only Ron's ears were red and he muttered sheepishly that he had brought a sandwich.

Orlando, who has an adult soul, doesn't like eating snacks very much. Thinking that his mother has prepared a lot of delicious food, Orlando bought a lot of chocolate frogs, mainly to collect chocolate frog cards. This was a task assigned by Emily before leaving.

Harry, on the other hand, bought a lot of Mars bars, Bibi's multi-flavored beans, Bubble Super Bubble Gum, chocolate frogs, pumpkin pie, pot cakes, licorice magic wands, and some weird ones he had never seen before. food.

The two of them walked into the compartment carrying the food and poured it all onto the table.

Ron held the sandwich, stared at it, and said, "Buy so many?"

"I bought it for my sister, mainly to help her collect chocolate frog cards."

"I have a lot of extra cards that I can trade with you."

Harry opened a pumpkin pie and asked, "What card?"

"This is it." Orlando opened a pack of chocolate frogs, pulled out the card inside and handed it to Harry, which was another Dumbledore card.

Looking at Ron's envious eyes, Orlando held up a bunch of chocolate frogs and put them in front of him and said, "Ron, please help me. I just want the card."

Ron blushed, waved his hands nervously and said, "No, no, no, I'll just eat a sandwich."

"Ron, don't be polite to me, we are friends, aren't we?" Orlando took a bite of the chocolate frog.

Harry, who was just looking at the card, came to his senses at this time, hurriedly pushed the food in front of him to the middle of the table, and said, "Everyone eat together."

Seeing that Ron was still hesitating, Orlando picked up a pack of chocolate frogs and put it into his hand, saying, "Remember to leave the card for me."

"I'll trade with you." Harry picked up a sandwich and took a bite.

Orlando secretly took out the pastries prepared by his mother in the morning from the glass bracelet. These pastries were kept in the vacuum bracelet and were still steaming when they were taken out.

In an instant, the table was filled with food, the three of them were eating and laughing, and the atmosphere became cheerful.

At this time, the fields speeding past outside the car window looked even more barren, and a neat farmland had disappeared.Then came a forest, a winding river, and dark green hills.

Someone knocked on their cubicle door, and a round-faced boy walked in with tears in his eyes.

"Has anyone seen my rifle? It's a toad," said the boy.

Harry and Ron both shook their heads, and the boy immediately cried, "I lost it again! It keeps trying to run away from me!"

Orlando, who was most afraid of children crying, shook his head, grabbed a bag of snacks and put it into the boy's hand, comforting: "There is no toad here. You may have forgotten it somewhere. Think carefully, there will be a surprise."

"Thank you," the child said sadly, "then, if you see..."

The boy walked out.

Ron starts showing off his mouse Scabbers, whom he thinks makes a better pet than a toad.

Although Orlando, who knew the plot, did not want to change the plot to avoid historical deviation, he could not help but pick up Banban and read it carefully.

Magic is really a miraculous power. An adult weighing more than 100 kilograms is reduced to the size of a mouse. Not only does the shape change, but the weight also becomes lighter. This completely breaks the knowledge scope of physics and chemistry. It has to be surprising. Marvel.

Orlando thought thoughtfully as he watched Ron show off his magic with his old wand.

At this time, a girl with thick brown hair and a pair of big front teeth came in. She asked slightly proudly: "Did any of you see a toad? Neville lost a toad."

"We've already told him, we didn't see it." Ron said, but the little girl didn't pay attention at all and only looked at the wand in his hand.

"Oh, are you doing magic? Then let's open our eyes."

Although he was familiar with the plot, Orlando still expected Ron to perform a magic trick.

After clearing his throat, Ron recited a spell. As a result, his old wand emitted a burst of white smoke, and Scabbers remained motionless and sleeping soundly, without any change.

"Are you sure this is really a spell?" the little girl asked.

Embarrassed, Ron put away his wand and explained: "Maybe the spell George told me was wrong."

"Okay, okay, let's not worry about this anymore. Seeing how enthusiastic you are to help others, I'll treat you to chocolate frogs." Orlando picked up a pack of chocolate frogs and handed them to her.

"Thank you, my name is Hermione Granger, by the way, what are your names?"

"Orlando Bloom, nice to meet you."

"My name is Ron Weasley," Ron muttered.

"Harry Potter," Harry said.

"Is it really you?" Hermione asked.

"I know everything about you. Of course - I bought a few extra reference books, "History of Modern Magic", "The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic", "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century", these books all mentioned It’s your turn.”

As expected of the destined child, Harry's appearance instantly changed the topic, and the few of them became happier as they chatted.