I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Snape turned around and didn't want to pay attention to him. He was afraid that he couldn't hold back and punched him, which would be bad.

"Orlando, are we going down?" Hermione asked in a low voice as she saw Lockhart matching the students.

"You want to try a duel?"

"Well, I want to give it a try. After all, I haven't had a duel before."

"Okay then." Orlando helped Hermione go down the escalator, then waved his wand, and the high platform returned to two chairs and landed gently in the corner.

"Let's go, let's go too."

At this time, Lockhart paired Neville with Justin Finch-Fletchley, who was loudly talking about the main points of the duel.

Snape walked up to Harry and Ron and said with a straight face: "The dream team should be broken up, I think."

He sneered, pointed at Ron and said: "Weasley, you can form a pair with Finnigan. As for Potter-"

Harry shrank back subconsciously, and he was overjoyed when he saw Orlando coming over.

"No, no, no, Harry, you are really overestimating your ability to compete against Orlando. I think Malfoy will be a good opponent for you. So let's take a look at the famous Potter's performance over the past year. Make it happen.”

"As for you, Orlando, to be honest, I don't think you need to get involved." Snape frowned. For a student who can kill three people when four adult wizards sneak attack, he said that it is very stressful. big.

"Professor, there's no need to worry about me, I'm just here as a sparring partner." Orlando nodded to Snape.

"Then, do whatever you want."

After saying that, he no longer cared about Orlando and turned to look at Harry, "What are you waiting for?"

Harry didn't dare to look at him and trotted onto the stage with his head lowered.

Malfoy, who was called by Snape, walked up arrogantly, with a proud smile on his face. Behind him was a Slytherin girl, who was tall, strong, stocky, and her thick chin stretched forward menacingly. Looking at it, Hermione glanced at it and couldn't help laughing.

Seeing that the students had all paired up and no one took the initiative to find Orlando, Hermione felt a little sorry and asked in a low voice, "Why don't we try it too? I think it's quite fun."

"That's fine." Orlando thought for a moment and then agreed. He felt that it was necessary to improve Hermione's combat awareness. After all, the wizarding world was not a paradise. It was full of insidiousness and cunning, and it was a place where the jungle of the jungle was the most important thing.

As he said this, the duel between Harry and Malfoy began.

Lockhart returned to the center of the stage and acted as the referee. He walked between Harry and Malfoy, raised his hands and said: "Facing your partner, bow, I say bow."

Harry and Malfoy barely nodded, they stared at each other intently.

"Raise your wand and get ready!" Lockhart shouted. "When I count to three, I will cast a spell to disarm the opponent - just disarm - we don't want anything to happen. One - two - three--."

Before he finished speaking, Harry only had time to raise his wand over his shoulder when he was hit by a green light. Malfoy took action when he counted "two", and his spell hit Harry hard. Haha Leigh felt as if he had been hit in the head with a stew pot.

"How could he do this? He is cheating. This is too despicable." Hermione shouted angrily, holding Orlando's hand.

"Haha, it's a bit despicable, but I have to say that if it is a real battle, no one will give you a gentleman's time, so Hermione, you have to remember, when dealing with your enemy, you must strike first, and you must know how to fall. A good enemy is a good enemy."

Hermione's eyes widened. This was the first time she heard such bloody remarks, and coming from Orlando's mouth, she found it a bit incredible.

"Why, this is a shock? You know, I have experienced an ambush by four adult wizards. If I had been a little hesitant at that time, I would definitely be the one who died." Although I didn't want her to be exposed to this bloody side too early. , but now that she has decided to open up and accept her, these things will inevitably appear again in her future life. Rather than being caught off guard when the time comes, it is better to be mentally prepared now.

Hermione looked at Orlando thoughtfully and said nothing. Although she agreed with Orlando's statement, she couldn't accept it in her kind heart for a while.

At this moment, Harry staggered, but fortunately, everything seemed to be still running, so he seized the opportunity, pointed the wand directly at Malfoy, and shouted: "Grinning!"

A flash of silver light hit Malfoy in the stomach, and he bent over, gasping for breath.

Lockhart finally reacted and shouted loudly: "I said, just disarm!"

But no one was listening to what he said at this time. Malfoy fell to his knees on the ground. Harry's tickling magic hit him. He was so paralyzed with laughter that he could hardly move.

Seeing Malfoy fall to the ground, Harry hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to give him another blow. Malfoy took this opportunity, panting desperately, and pointed the wand at Harry's knee, laughing and panting. Say: "Tarantella!"

Immediately, Shali's legs began to twitch uncontrollably, as if they were dancing a quick dance.

"Harry was too careless. After the enemy fell to the ground, the safest way was to stun him with a stun spell, but his hesitation caused him to miss the best opportunity to attack." Orlando explained to Hermione while pointing to the stage. road.

Hermione nodded.

"Stop! Stop!" Lockhart screamed, but his cry did not end the chaos.

It was Snape who took out his wand, pushed Lockhart away and walked up. "Stop the curse!" he shouted.

Harry's feet stopped dancing, Malfoy stopped laughing, and they both finally looked up.

"Orlando, let's try it too."

"Okay, let me take a look, it's nice here."

Orlando found an empty field, and after the two stood still, Orlando took out his wand and signaled to Hermione that she could start.

"One, two, disarm you." Hermione chanted the spell quickly and quickly without waiting for three.

A flash of white light flashed, and Orlando didn't move. He had his hands in his pockets with no intention of holding the wand. When the spell was lifted and flew toward him, he bent his knees slightly and dodged.

Originally, he just wanted to play a prank, but he didn't expect that Orlando didn't even use his wand. As soon as the spell was cast, Hermione regretted it. Then seeing that he dodged it effortlessly, Hermione's competitive spirit aroused again.

"Come again." She signaled loudly.

A series of dispelling spells spurted out from the wand in Hermione's hand, and Orlando dodged with his bare hands as usual, his posture as graceful as a dancing dragonfly.

At first, Hermione was afraid that he would be hurt, so she deliberately paused every time she cast a spell to give him time to react. However, as time went on, she seemed to have entered a duel state, casting spells faster and faster.