I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"I know." Hermione, who had been silent, said first: "Fox is a phoenix. It is Dumbledore's pet. It has extraordinary magical abilities and can be reborn after death."

"You are absolutely right. So, Harry, what I want to ask is, how did Dumbledore tame such a magical animal with such powerful magic?"

"You mean?" Harry looked at him with wide eyes.

"Yes, Dumbledore can communicate with phoenixes, just like you can communicate with snakes."

"But...but it's not a phoenix, I..."

"What's wrong with the phoenix? Isn't it a magical creature? If you are still struggling with this, then it can only be said that your vision is too narrow. I hope you will not let down your talent, make good use of it, and your future achievements may be No worse than Dumbledore." Orlando patted him hard on the shoulder. "Think carefully, Harry, and don't make a hasty decision because of the setbacks in front of you."

Ron hesitated to speak. He blushed and wanted to tell Harry loudly, "The great devil Voldemort also has a Parseltongue."

Hermione on the side seemed to be aware of his intentions and glared at him and winked.

"So now everyone in the school knows that I am a Parseltongue?" Orlando's words seemed to make Harry feel better. At least he did not hate Parseltongue as much as in the original book.

"Not only that, you will also be said to be the descendant of Slytherin." Hermione, who was familiar with the history of Hogwarts, whispered.

"What? This is impossible, I am a student of Gryffindor House." Harry was like a lion with its feathers exploded.

"Because Salazar Slytherin is famous for being able to talk to snakes. Therefore, the symbol of Slytherin House is a snake."

Harry's mouth opened wide. He seemed to have thought of something. When he entered the school in the first grade, the Sorting Hat once suggested that he go to Slytherin, but he refused. "Could it be...," Harry shook his head hard to get this horrible thought out of his head.

"That's it," Ron said, "Now the whole school is going to think you're his great-great-great-grandson or something..."

"But I'm not," said Harry, feeling a panic he couldn't explain.

"You will find it difficult to prove this," Hermione said, "He lived about a thousand years ago, and from all we know, you are probably his descendant, because so far the Parsels at Hogwarts have Qiang, you are..."

"Hermione, stop talking." Orlando interrupted.

"What is it? Orlando, why don't you tell me."

"Because knowing some things may not be a good thing, Harry. Having said all that, difficulties are temporary. If you are stuck because of temporary difficulties... Forget it, let's not talk about it." Orlando He patted Harry's hand again. He said everything that needed to be said. As for what to do, it was up to him in the end.

"You believe me, right?" Harry could already foresee the coming storm, and he looked at Orlando expectantly.

"If we didn't believe you, we wouldn't be standing here talking to you now."

"That's right," Hermione said, supporting Orlando.

"Harry, don't think too much. Although I don't quite understand what Orlando said, I think what he said makes sense."

"What do you mean it makes sense? It already makes sense, right?" Hermione immediately refuted Ron's inaccurate wording.

"That's right, so Harry, just relax." Ron quickly admitted his mistake. He didn't want to mess with a woman in love.

That night, Harry couldn't sleep for several hours.

Listening to the snoring of others, Harry tossed and turned in bed unable to sleep. He watched the snowflakes drifting through the windows of the castle through the gaps in the curtains around the bed, feeling at a loss.

Could he be a descendant of Salazar Slytherin?After all, he knew nothing about his father's family.

The Dursleys had always forbidden him to inquire about his magical relatives.

Harry quietly tried to speak in Parseltongue, but couldn't.It seemed that he could only do this when face to face with a snake.

"But I belong to Gryffindor," Harry thought to himself, "if I had Slytherin blood, the Sorting Hat wouldn't have put me here..."

"Haha," said an ugly little voice in his mind, "but the Sorting Hat originally wanted to put you in Slytherin, don't you remember?"

Harry covered his head with a pillow and tried to recall Orlando's words, "Talents vary from person to person. There is no good or bad. If you use it properly, you will be good, and if you use it evil, you will be evil." He kept muttering this sentence in a low voice to comfort himself. Said, "I am a good person, I am not an evil person."

On the other side, Hermione also didn't sleep well. She was waiting for other people in the dormitory to fall asleep so that she could try deep meditation, because she felt that she had discovered the secret of Orlando's power, and she now mastered this secret. She had Confidence that one day I can be as strong as him.

Orlando's method of teaching Hermione meditation was not a sudden whim, but was carefully considered. This duel with her allowed him to see Hermione's strong will and solid magic skills. With these two conditions plus the With the magic power accumulated through meditation, Hermione will have strength far beyond her peers when she reaches adulthood.

The next morning, the snow that had started falling overnight turned into a violent blizzard.Thus, the last herbal medicine class of the semester was cancelled.

Professor Sprout had to put socks and scarves on Mandrake. This was a task that needed to be treated with caution. She didn't trust others to do it, especially Orlando. Since she learned how many dogs Orlando had raised, After the mandrakes died one after another, Orlando was put on her blacklist.

"I didn't want to either. I fell into a coma at that time and there was no one to take care of me. Who knew that within a few days, everyone would be dead." Orlando spread his hands to make an innocent gesture.

Hermione laughed happily, and Harry and Ron also laughed. It was a rare occasion for them to see Orlando deflate, which made them extremely happy.

In the Gryffindor common room, Orlando leaned by the fire and played with the metal figurine in his hand. Hermione snuggled next to him and read a book, and Harry absentmindedly played wizard chess with Ron.

When one of Ron's bishops once again threw his knight off his horse and dragged him out of the chessboard, Harry became a little frustrated and threw down the chess pieces, and shouted distractedly: "No more playing, no more playing."

"Harry, you are cheating." Ron was unhappy.

"You had to drag me to play. I don't want to play this thing. I lose every time. It's not fun at all." Harry stood up. There were not many people in the common room, and the students all went outside the castle. Went to play in the snow.

"How about we go have a snowball fight?" Hermione suggested putting down the book.

"Let's forget it." Harry sat back on the chair in frustration. Now it was spread all over the school that he was the descendant of Slytherin, and people would walk around when they saw him.

"If you take this matter so seriously, go and explain it to Justin. I want to make things clear and the misunderstanding will be resolved." Hermione couldn't bear to see him give an idea like this.

"Is that okay?" Harry looked up at her.

"I think it's okay," Ron said without thinking.