I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"Stop talking, let's hurry up." Ron pushed open the door.

"Let's go, talk as we go." Hermione followed closely.

Although I watched Orlando eat more than once, I was always amazed every time.

"Can you two stay away from me and come back after I've finished eating?" Being stared at will greatly reduce your appetite, no matter how good it is.

"By the time you finish eating, I guess the front row seat will be gone." Ron looked resentful.

"Why don't you two go first and hold a seat for me?" The most distressing thing for the cook is that when you are eating, there is a voice beside you saying, "Eat quickly."

"Okay then, you eat slowly." Hermione agreed readily.

After breakfast, Orlando Shiran left the castle. Hogwarts was extremely lively on the weekend. The weather today was not very good. The students crowded in the hall and talked about the next game.

It was still early, and Orlando didn't want to wait at the stadium. He walked out of the castle and found a deserted place to practice using the power of the soul. Although he still couldn't manifest the soul entity like Nico Flamel. , but it can still be done by letting the power of the soul spread.

Orlando tried to use the power of the soul to attach to his whole body and lift his legs off the ground. This was also a way to exercise the power of the soul.

I saw him concentrate, get rid of distracting thoughts, slowly adjust his breathing, and try to calm himself down as much as possible.With the movement of his thoughts and the power of his soul activated, Orlando's legs slowly left the ground, and he was overjoyed, "Successful."

Before he finished speaking, the momentum that had just risen came to an abrupt end, and Orlando fell heavily.

"Hey, I still can't do both." Orlando sighed. According to Nico Flamel's standards, he must control ten metal villains at the same time to meet the conditions for the second stage of training.

"Forget it, if you want to fly to the sky and escape from the earth, you can't do it for the time being, but you can float on water with Qinggong." With a thought in his mind, Orlando began to use the power of his soul to attach to his legs to reduce his own weight, and then Spread your legs and run quickly.

At first, Orlando's foot was heavy and the other was light, stumbling, unable to control his body shape or speed, like a newborn child learning to walk.

Fortunately, it was a thunderstorm today and there were no students on campus. Orlando could go on a rampage without worrying about hurting anyone.What he didn't know was that in a room in Hogwarts Castle, a pair of wise eyes were looking at him through the glass window.

It took more than two hours. Although I still can't be as light as a swallow and can walk on the snow without leaving a trace, I no longer stumble when moving and dodging, and I can move and retract freely.

Eleven o'clock gradually approached, and all the teachers and students of the school began to go to the Quidditch stadium.Many students looked here curiously one after another. Orlando put away his exercises and followed the flow of people to the sports ground.

Passing through the crowd, Orlando saw Hermione and Ron waiting at the door of the dressing room.

"Where have you been? It took you so long to arrive." Hermione said with some complaint.

"I saw it was still early, so I went to practice for a while."

"You...you really didn't waste any time." Regarding Orlando's diligent study and practice, Hermione, who considered herself a top student, had to accept the defeat.

"Haha, being idle is also idle, isn't it a waste of time?"

"Look, Harry is here." Ron interrupted their conversation and pointed to the door of the dressing room.

The Gryffindor players came out of the locker room, Harry walked at the end, and Ron walked over and gave him a strong hug.

"Harry, come on."

"Good luck, Harry."

"Come on." Orlando said with a victory sign.

Wearing bright red Gryffindor uniforms, they walked out of the locker room one after another, and then sat down to listen to Wood's customary pre-game pep talk.

"The Slytherins have better broomsticks than we do," Wood said. "That's undeniable, but the people on our broomsticks are better than them. We train harder than they do, and we fly in all kinds of weather... ...."

Wood shouted hysterically, for fear of insufficient morale.

Orlando heard the Weasley twins imitating his voice.

"That's right."

“My clothes haven’t been dry since August.”

"We're going to make them regret letting that little scoundrel Malfoy pay his way into their team."

Orlando has no interest in Quidditch at all. He feels that this sport does not reflect the charm of magic at all. In his words, it is just a baseball game in which a group of wizards ride magic broomsticks.

Wood was spitting as he spoke, and his chest heaved with excitement. Orlando took a step back without leaving a trace. He didn't want to be contaminated with other people's saliva.

Finally, he stared at Harry and said seriously: "It's up to you, Harry, to make them see that as a Seeker, it's not enough to have a rich father. Either you have to rush to Marl Catch the Snitch before Fu or die on the field, Harry, because we have to win today, we have to win."

Harry's fingers that were holding Nimbus 2000 turned a little white from the excessive force. It could be seen that he was also very nervous at this time.

"So don't stress, Harry," Fred said, winking at him.

"I can do that." Harry looked at Ron and Hermione first, then turned his attention to Orlando.

"Don't worry, Harry, feel free to charge boldly, trust me." Orlando also encouraged him.

"Yeah." Harry touched the amulet on his chest, and he understood what Orlando meant.

As they came out onto the field, they were greeted by a din of noise.Mainly cheers, as both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff wanted to see Slytherin defeated, but boos and boos from the Slytherins could also be heard from the crowd.

Mrs. Hooch, the Quidditch judge, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, and they glared menacingly at each other and clenched each other's hands unnecessarily.

Hermione and Ron surrounded Orlando and walked to the front row, where Hermione occupied a good seat early.

"Follow my instructions and disperse." Hermione took out her wand and cast magic one by one. These were the three seats in the front row. She cast the transformation spell, and the chair quickly returned to its original shape from a lumpy wooden pile.

"Awesome, Hermione, you can think of such a method." Orlando praised.

At this time, Mrs. Huo Qi blew the whistle for the game.

The two-flying team members began to take off, and the crowd was noisy, welcoming them to take off, and the fourteen team members jumped into the leaden sky together.Harry flew higher than all the team members. He squinted his eyes and looked around, as if looking for the Golden Snitch.

The game was very intense, and the players on both sides were full of energy and full fire from the beginning. Orlando noticed that Mrs. Hooch gave three warnings in a short time.

"Look, Harry." Ron clenched his fists excitedly and pointed to a small dot in the sky.

"Malfoy, what is he going to do?" Hermione also noticed.

"I don't know, he seems to be showing off his flying skills." Ron gritted his teeth, as if he was being chased.