I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"Calm down, you have to believe Harry." Old God Orlando said comfortably.

"You must never lose, you must never lose." Hermione stopped worrying about the development of the situation and began to recite silently.

"Hermione, stop reading, look, something happened to Harry." Ron suddenly shouted anxiously.

Orlando also noticed something unusual about the game. Behind Harry, a Bludger was chasing him like crazy. No matter which direction George and Fred hit it, it seemed to be on target. Like Harry, he kept bumping into it.

"What should we do, Orlando?" Hermione grabbed his arm and asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, Hermione, even if Harry can't resist and falls, nothing will happen to him with my amulet."

"But what about the game? If we lose, Gryffindor will fall behind again."

"There is nothing we can do about it. We can't interfere in the game."

Orlando doesn't care about winning or losing, which may have something to do with his mentality.

An hour into the game, it started to rain. Many students left the stands and took shelter from the rain under the eaves. Hermione and Ron insisted on not wanting to leave. Orlando couldn't leave alone, but he didn't want to get caught in the rain. So he looked around, took out his wand and cast the transformation spell.

The trees on both sides began to deform under the influence of his magic. They extended their branches, entwined and straightened each other, and finally formed an airtight canopy, blocking the invasion of rain.

With shelter from the wind and rain, the students in the stands crowded over and continued to watch the game happily.

"That's amazing, Orlando," Hermione exclaimed.

"This is inspired by you." Orlando nodded at Hermione.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the visibility was already less than 50 meters. The students under the roof began to get upset. They couldn't see clearly the process of the game. They could only listen to the commentator's explanation, guess the situation of both sides, and chirp to give their own opinions. insights.

Harry, who was hovering at high altitude, encountered this situation for the first time in a game. Big drops of rain hit his face and splashed on his glasses.

He was completely ignorant of the rest of the field until he heard commentator Lee Jordan say: "The Slytherins lead, sixty to zero."

Apparently, Slytherin's super broomstick was doing its job, while the crazy Bludger did its best to knock Harry out of the air.

Fred and George were now flying so close to Harry that Harry could only see their thrashing arms, with no hope of finding the Snitch, let alone catching it.

"We still have hope, Orlando." Ron clenched his fists and stared at the sky with all his attention, "As long as Harry can catch the Golden Snitch, we can surpass Slytherin in one fell swoop."

"But, Harry seems to be in trouble." Hermione said, pointing to Harry high in the sky.

At this moment, Mrs. Hooch's whistle sounded, and Harry, Fred, and George landed on the ground, still dodging the crazy Bludger.

"Orlando, think of a solution quickly." Hermione said anxiously.

"Depending on the situation, the main problem now is the Bludger." Orlando pondered for a moment and said, "Ron, you can find a way to get over and tell Harry to fly to the sidelines in a while, and I will deal with the Bludger." ball."

"Shall I come closer?" Ron said, pointing to his nose.

"Yes, hurry up, halftime is almost here, hurry up."

Ron hesitated for a moment, but finally rolled out of the stands and jogged in the heavy rain.

"Ron, what is he doing? Is he crazy? If he interferes in the game, he will be kicked out." The voice of a Gryffindor student came from behind.

"Orlando, do you really have any idea?" Hermione looked at Ron running away and asked in a low voice.

"Don't move here, I'll be right back." Seeing Ron approaching, Orlando quietly squeezed out of the crowd and walked along the arena wall.

The game continued to start, and Ron was kicked out of the field by Mrs. Huo Qi as expected. He was not allowed to enter to watch the game.

Harry flew around the field, and after determining Orlando's position, he flew straight towards him. Through the heavy rain, Orlando seemed to hear his call.

Orlando looked around to make sure no one noticed him, then he pinched his finger and shouted in a low voice: "Thunder Technique, Thunder Technique."

A miniature version of lightning appeared out of thin air, flew quickly through the rain, and accurately hit the Bludger that hit Harry crazily.

After getting rid of the shackles of the Bludger, Harry gave a thumbs up in the direction of Orlando, and then quickly pulled up and returned to the court. Orlando disappeared and quietly returned to the stands.

"Orlando, you're really good." Hermione whispered excitedly, unable to restrain herself.

"What's going on? It seems that there was a thunderstorm and lightning hit the Bludger. Mrs. Hooch had to blow the whistle again and announce that the game was suspended." Commentator Lee Jordan announced loudly.

The spare Bludgers were replaced and the game restarted. The Slytherin players were very dissatisfied with the result, but there was nothing they could do. They had to vent their anger on the Gryffindor players.

The atmosphere of the game became more intense in the second half, and Mrs. Huo Qi had to increase the intensity of punishment in order to maintain the normal progress of the game.

Under the fierce playing style of the Slytherin team, the Gryffindor team held on with difficulty and did not let the score continue to expand.Without the constant interference of the Bludgers, Harry could finally look for the Golden Snitch with confidence.

Perhaps because he no longer had any worries, or perhaps because he had discovered the traces of the Golden Snitch, Harry relaxed his vigilance and did not pay attention to the Bludger coming from the enemy. The high-speed Bludger hit his elbow, and Harry felt that The arm was suddenly broken.A burst of burning pain made him feel dizzy, and he slid to one side on the rain-soaked broomstick. The knee of one leg was still hooked on the broom, and his right hand hung unconsciously beside his body.

There was an exclamation from the stands, and Hermione covered her mouth and bit her fingers, worried.

"Orlando, what should I do?"

"Harry is too careless. This is not going to be easy."

"Can you think of a way?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"Unless the game is terminated, but I don't think that's what he wants."

Sure enough, Harry gritted his teeth and insisted on not falling off the broomstick. He tried hard to control the flight, as if he was looking for something.

When the Bludger was hit by a Slytherin player towards Harry again, there was another exclamation from the stands.

"He'll be dead," Hermione screamed.

"No, Harry has the amulet on him. Trust me, nothing will happen to him."

Seemingly having confidence in Orlando, Hermione put aside her anxiety and concentrated on watching the game.

At this moment, Harry had only one thought firmly occupying his already dull mind: "Rush to Malfoy."

In the hazy rain curtain, he endured the excruciating pain and rushed toward the sneering, shining face below.

He saw the eyes widen in horror at the face, and Malfoy thought Harry was going to hit him.

"What are you going to do, are you crazy?" Malfoy screamed, hurriedly avoiding Harry.

Harry's good hand let go of the broom and reached out to grab it hard. He felt his fingers wrap around the cold Snitch, but since he was holding the broom between only two legs, he couldn't keep his balance. The broomstick fell straight to the ground.Out of trust in Orlando, Harry simply abandoned his broomstick and jumped from the sky.

The audience who didn't know what was going on exclaimed. They were shocked by Harry's bold move. It was completely suicide, yes, it was suicide.