I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 101 Valentine's Day Farce

At this time, at the teachers' table, Lockhart stood up in a flamboyant bright pink robe, and he waved his hands hard to calm the big guys down.

The teachers sitting across from him were all stern-faced, as if they had eaten a cake mixed with mouse feces. Orlando was sitting right where he could see Professor McGonagall with a stern-faced face, with a muscle on his face protruding. Seemed to be suppressing anger; and Snape, as if someone had just poured him a tall drink, was terribly upset.

Orlando burst into a "puchi" laugh.

"What's wrong with you!" Hermione was puzzled.

"It's okay, it's okay, look at Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, look at their expressions, aren't they very interesting." Orlando pursed his lips, making Hermione look at the teacher's seat.

"Pfft, what's wrong with them? Who are you angry with?"

"Who else? Our nympho Professor Lockhart."

"Like a nympho," Harry said approvingly.

The noisy voices in the auditorium gradually subsided, Lockhart cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Everyone, Happy Valentine's Day!"

There was sparse applause.

"So far, 46 people have sent me cards and I want to thank them all! Yes, I took it upon myself to arrange this little surprise for everyone - and that's not all."

Lockhart clapped his hands, and through the side door leading into the hall came a dozen sullen-faced dwarfs with golden wings behind their backs and harps on their chests.

"Here's what I got for you, friendly little Cupids with greeting cards!" said Lockhart beaming. "They're going to be wandering around the school today delivering you Valentine's Day cards. And that's not all the fun, I believe my colleagues are willing to actively participate in it."

Orlando couldn't listen anymore, these ugly dwarves didn't look like Venus at all.

"I bet you that if there was another duel match, most of the professors in the school would be willing to compete with Lockhart." Ron pointed at the teacher's dining table and said disgustedly.

"You don't need a professor, I'll do it." Harry yawned. He had a day of Quidditch training yesterday and didn't sleep well. He is still in a daze.

Hearing the big guy dismiss Lockhart so much, Hermione frowned and muttered something but did not refute.

Throughout the day, the dwarves kept breaking into their classrooms, delivering Valentine's Day cards, which annoyed the teachers. As a star figure at Hogwarts, Orlando inevitably received special attention.

In one morning, he received eleven greeting cards and love letters one after another, which made him very embarrassed, and he didn't expect that he would be so popular.

The most embarrassing thing for him was that these dwarves had to recite the love letter behind the greeting card in front of everyone, which directly made it impossible to proceed with the entire Transfiguration class.

At the beginning, Hermione, who was sitting by the side, felt mixed feelings, both wronged and distressed, but after encountering such situations one after another, she looked at the embarrassed and embarrassing Orlando, and she was relieved all of a sudden, and suddenly felt that she It's so lucky, after all, Orlando is her boyfriend now.

When the classroom order was interrupted again, the unbearable Professor McGonagall finally invited Orlando out. Orlando, who couldn't read at ease, now hated Lockhart, and even hated these dwarfs flying around. I also lost my favor.

Oran, who had nowhere to go, decided to take revenge instead of a gentleman. He cast a disillusionment spell on himself, put an invisibility talisman on himself, and quietly came to Lockhart's office.

Sure enough, this guy was appreciating the letters from those admirers. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Orlando didn't even think about throwing a lightning strike directly on top of his head.

This magic combined with Taoism split Lockhart's skin in an instant. In order to teach this guy a profound lesson, Orlando's Thunderbolt combined with soul magic, while burning his hair, it would also attach to his body. On the scalp, before the power of the soul dissipated, he would not even think about growing his hair. This was the greatest punishment for a showy and vain person.

Out of anger, Olado walked in the school corridor refreshed. As for the furious Lockhart, he didn't bother to care about it. No one knew he did it anyway.

"Where were you this morning?" Hermione asked him quietly during lunch.

"Walk around casually, and teach someone a lesson by the way."

Orlando left Lockhart on the faculty bench. At this time, he was completely wrapped up, with a sun hat on his head, and a pair of exaggerated sunglasses covering most of his face, with a serious expression. Excitedly telling Dumbledore something.

Hermione looked at him strangely, but said nothing.

"I won't go to the afternoon class, please ask me for a vacation." After learning the lesson, Orlando decided to skip class today. Anyway, he has this right. This is the benefit of being an assistant professor, and skipping class will not be punished.

But Harry was not treated so well. After lunch, when the Gryffindor students went upstairs to go back to the Gryffindor common room, a dwarf suddenly rushed to Harry.

"Hello, you're Harry Potter?" cried a little dwarf with a particularly gloomy face.

As he spoke, without waiting for his answer, he separated the crowd with his elbow and squeezed over.

After seeing what happened to Orlando, Harry immediately understood what it was. He wanted to run away, but before he could take two steps, he was grabbed by Orlando, "Don't worry, Harry, let's see what happens. "

As friends, it is the basic morality to share difficulties, and Orlando pulled him back without hesitation.

Harry had a resentful look on his face, and Ron coaxed from the side and said, "Yeah, look who it is, maybe it's a big beauty."

The dwarf ran over and grabbed his schoolbag, for fear that he would run away.

"I have a soundtrack message to deliver to Harry Potter myself."

The people passing by in the corridor all wanted to come over. Seeing that the situation was not good, Harry wanted to sneak into the crowd, but was stopped by Orlando and Ron on the left and right.

"You two are really good friends of mine, the kind who have no conscience." Seeing that he couldn't escape, Harry seemed to accept his fate.

"Of course, such a good opportunity, how could we have the heart to let you miss it." Orlando said as a matter of course, who made them laugh so happily in the morning. .

The little man set up his harp and began to play and sing.

"What's going on here?" Draco Malfoy's cold, drawn voice came from behind him.

At this time, the dwarf had already sung halfway, and the onlookers burst out laughing.

"Hey, it's the famous Harry Potter. Has his admirer sent him a greeting card? I thought he only had Mudblood's love, but I didn't expect..."

Orlando, who was originally in a happy mood, suddenly became unhappy when he heard this sentence. "Mudblood" is a vicious word, and Malfoy was alluding to him and Hermione by saying this.

"Malfoy, are you sure you don't take back what you just said."

Orlando stood up, walked in front of Malfoy, and asked, holding back his anger.

Malfoy, who was only looking at Harry making a fool of himself just now, noticed Orlando and panicked.

"Am I wrong?" The crowd seemed to give him the courage to forget his fear of Orlando.

"Very well, look me in the eyes, Malfoy." Orlando decided to teach him a profound lesson.

Malfoy wanted to run away subconsciously, but before he could react, he was already controlled by Orlando's soul spells. After practicing the power of souls for so long, Orlando could already use a lot of soul magic without a staff.

"Go, stand in the corner and yell loudly a hundred times, I am a despicable and shameless villain, go."

As soon as Orlando finished speaking, Malfoy walked to the corner with a dull expression and shouted loudly.

(End of this chapter)