I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Picking up paper and pen, Orlando wrote quickly without any concealment, including why he was injured these days, how Cabri took him out of Hogwarts after discovering the abnormality, the teacher who wanted to save him from relapse of his old injury, and how he practiced in order to save him. He wrote down everything without reservation about how he was severely burned by the Soul-Making Pill. In the end, he hoped that Hermione could keep his secrets. After all, these involved many secrets that could not be revealed to outsiders.

Cabrian asked Orlando to write down the desserts that girls love to eat. Orlando put the written paper into an envelope and handed it over, "Capri, help me send it to the girls' dormitory and give it to Hermione."

Capri was holding a plate with desserts in one hand and an envelope in the other, with a strange look on his face, "Okay, Master."

"I asked you to deliver a letter. What's your expression?"

"No, Master, I'll go right away."

Afraid that his master would become angry, Kabri suppressed his laughter and went out.

The next day, Olado looked in the mirror and found that the redness of his skin was lighter.

Now that I'm back at school, I'd better go to Professor McGonagall to report in.

Fortunately, he held the title of assistant professor and enjoyed different treatment as a student. Professor McGonagall only warned him and said nothing else.

During breakfast, Orlando did not go to the auditorium to eat. He did not want to be surrounded by students in his current state of dignity, so he asked Capri to inform the cafeteria and send him to the dormitory.

The first class this morning was Professor Lockhart’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Orado originally wasn’t planning to go, but Capri came back with a letter for him. There were two cute little girls on the pink envelope. I was sitting on the swing watching the stars. Before I opened the envelope, a scent of fragrance hit my nostrils. No need to think about which girl must have written this.

"Who gave it to you?"

"Master, this is Ms. Hermione."

"Oh, go ahead." Orlando waved.

Kabri rubbed his hands together and did not leave immediately. His big eyes flickered. He hesitated for a long time and finally asked: "Master, is this a love letter?"

"Fuck off."

When it didn't get the answer it wanted, Kabri didn't mind, and ran away giggling.

It turned out that last night, after leaving the Gryffindor common room, a distraught Hermione returned to the dormitory, curled up at the foot of the bed and silently shedding tears.

At this time, Capri appeared quietly and gave her dessert and a letter of apology from Orlando.

The talkative Capri was afraid that Hermione wouldn't know who to hand it to after she finished writing the letter. When leaving, he added: "Master is waiting for your reply. If you have written it, please put it on the table. I will come over in the morning." Pick."

Hence the pink letter in Orlando's hand.

The reply was as simple as: "I forgive you, see you in class tomorrow morning."

"Damn it, it looks like I can't even go to Lockhart's class."

After cleaning up, Orlando put on his cloak and covered half of his face. He didn't want to be the center of attention.

Ever since the disaster of the elf riot occurred in Lockhart's first class, and he was knocked unconscious by Orlando's roar, Lockhart has never brought living creatures into the classroom again.

Now, in addition to reading large sections of his books to the students in his class, he also performs some dramatic fragments.

And, every time he chose Harry as his assistant to recreate the scene.It seems that if he doesn't do this, his greatness cannot be proven.

No, when Orlando Shiran walked into the classroom, Lockhart was talking loudly and waving the wand in his hand, while Harry pretended to be a Himalayan snowman suffering from a rhinitis with a miserable look on his face.

The sound of the door opening startled Lockhart. He turned his head and looked at Orlando. He didn't recognize it for a moment, "Which college are you from? Did you go to the wrong classroom?"

"You're right, classroom, I'm Orlando."

"Orlando?" Lockhart's hand shook and he almost dropped his wand on the ground.

"Didn't Professor McGonagall say you took a leave of absence?"

"Yes, Professor, I'm back from my vacation."

"Oh, ah, ha, come back. Come back. Find a seat quickly."

It seemed that Orlando had really left a big psychological shadow on him. After seeing him for so long, he couldn't even speak clearly.

I looked at the front row of the classroom. Hey, I didn't find Hermione. I was surprised.

At this time, he saw a white palm waving left and right in the last row of the classroom, who could it be if it wasn't Hermione.

Orlando walked straight over, and Ron, who was sitting in the same row, hurriedly made way for him.

"Why are you sitting here?" Orlando asked strangely. As a good student, didn't she always sit in the first row?

Seeing Orlando, Hermione blushed and whispered, "I think it's pretty good here."

"That's good. At least it's far away from the noise."

"Ha, ha." Ron on the side laughed after hearing this.

"Keep your voice down, Ron. I don't want to get points deducted for sitting with you." Hermione glared at him.

"Then if you're still sitting here, go to the front row." Ron muttered softly.

Hermione turned away from him.

"Are the burns on your body getting better?" Hermione asked with concern.

Orlando lifted up his cloak and revealed his face, "Much better, the color is much lighter."

Hermione looked at it carefully, her eyes gentle and distressed.

"Cough, cough, let's go to class." Being looked at by a girl like this, Orlando suddenly felt his heart beat faster. He coughed and hurriedly changed the subject.

"Yeah." Hermione lowered her head and stopped talking.

Ron looked at them strangely, wanting to laugh but not daring.

At this time, Harry's performance of the Himalayan Snowman finally finished. He came over with an unlucky look on his face and sat down next to Ron. Although his silly performance had no sense of art, it was still a tribute to Glen. Fendo earned 2 points.

"Have you reconciled?" Harry couldn't help but ask when he saw Hermione talking and laughing with Orlando.

"What do you mean by reconciliation? We didn't quarrel." Hermione retorted.

"Um..." Harry thought to himself, your eyes were red last night, is this not considered a quarrel?But he didn't dare to say.

"How can you listen to such a boring course?" Looking at the dancing on the podium, bragging about his heroic deeds of how he fought with the snowman of the Himalayas for several days and nights in the ice and snow without any external aid, and finally returned safely, Orlando pouted.

"I only let you listen, that is a gift to you." Harry said bitterly.

Ron couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What's so funny? There's no loyalty at all." Harry growled at Ron.

"What's going on, Harry is so angry?" Orlando asked Hermione in a low voice.

Hermione looked up at the podium and found that the spitting Professor Lockhart was not even looking in their direction. She glanced at Harry and whispered into Orlando's ear.

"If you, in less than a month, were forced to play the roles of a villager with a bubble-blowing spell, a vampire with rabies, a ghoul with plague, and a Himalayan snowman with a nose cold, you would also I feel resentful." After saying that, she started laughing.