I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 103 The Old Fox Meets the Little Fox
"Minerva, since the matter has been settled, let's do this first. You take Mr. Malfoy back first, and I have something to talk to Orlando about."

There was something in Dumbledore's words, and Orlando frowned. It seems that this is to settle accounts after the fall.

When Snape left the office with his godson, Dumbledore took out his wand, pointed to the table and asked:
"any drinks?"

"Coffee, thanks."

After taking a sip of coffee, Orlando didn't speak, he was waiting.

Dumbledore seemed in no hurry to speak, he took out a box of candy and put it on the table.

"Cockroach heap, do you want some?"

These are candies that look like cockroaches, and if no one told you, you might think they were cockroaches.

Orlando picked up one and took a bite. It was crispy and sweet, like a sugar man.

"It tastes good, but it's too sweet. Eating too much is bad for your teeth."

"Haha, it's rare that you don't hate it. Sometimes you can't do what you want when you get old, so you just want to enjoy it while your body is still good."

Dumbledore seemed very happy, but what he said seemed to mean something, and Orlando couldn't help feeling suspicious.

After a while, Dumbledore took a sip of milk tea after eating the candy, as if he suddenly remembered something, he suddenly asked:
"What do you think of Voldemort's current state?"

"Voldemort? Isn't he dead?" Orlando said pretending to be suspicious.

"You fought against him last year, and you know that it is very difficult to kill him in his current state." Dumbledore was noncommittal.

"I have discussed this matter with my teacher, and there is no specific answer. Voldemort seems to be floating between life and death, invisible but real. It is difficult to understand his current state." Orlando, who cannot spoil the spoiler, had no choice but to Take out the teacher's conjecture.

"Nicole Flamel?" Dumbledore's wise eyes revealed some doubts.

"Yes, the teacher didn't figure out what was going on, because I had fought against him before, and the teacher judged that if Voldemort's current state does not change, his soul will naturally disappear in ten years. It's his judgment."

"Ten years? This is good news. The only worry is that it may not be ten years." Hearing this, Dumbledore muttered.

"Why do you say that, Professor?" Orlando asked puzzled. He was familiar with the plot and knew that Voldemort would be resurrected in a few years, but Dumbledore didn't know. Why was he so sure?
"A prophecy, Orlando, a prophecy about Harry and Voldemort." Feeling that there was nothing to hide about Orlando Dumbledore, he continued: "A master prophecy once made a prophecy about Harry. Achieved, the second half." Dumbledore stopped, hesitated, and did not continue.

"Professor Sybill Trelawney?"

"is her."

"I understand your concerns. It is predicted that there will be a lot of sex change, so the fewer people who know about it, the better. I guess this is why you spare no effort to cultivate Harry Potter?"

Dumbledore's eyes lit up, and he seemed a little apprehensive.

"You are very smart Orlando, you can easily see through my purpose."

"No, professor, it's not how smart I am, but you have always regarded me as a junior, and you have never concealed it in front of me, so I can understand this." Orlando didn't want to be targeted by this old fox, he hurried He lowered his posture and said.

"I hope you can understand the urgent heart of a centenarian and help Harry when necessary."

"I will, Professor, Harry is my friend, shouldn't friends help each other?"

Orlando was vigilant and gave Dumbledore a neutral answer without refusing or giving a clear answer.This reminded him of Nicole Flamel's reminder to him before returning to school - don't be someone else's pawn.

"Very well, Orlando wants you to keep our conversation secret today, especially Harry, can you understand me?"

"It's understandable, professor. Children of this age will always be somewhat rebellious. The more they are arranged, the more they will go against it." Orlando nodded in understanding.

"If I hadn't been sitting across from me, I would have thought it was an old ghost who was talking to me." Dumbledore said jokingly.

Dumbledore's joke startled Orlando. You must know that there is a soul in his 30s in his teenage body. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is an old ghost.

Fortunately, his soul magic is best at controlling emotions, without revealing the slightest flaw.

After finishing the coffee in his hand, Orlando was about to say goodbye.

Dumbledore said suddenly: "You don't like Lockhart either?"

"Yes, professor, I think Lockhart is a showy liar with no real talent. I don't understand why you hired such a professor?" Orlando did not hide his disdain for Lockhart.

"There is no way around this. What happened to Professor Quirrell made Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts class notorious last year. It is too difficult to find a suitable person." Dumbledore sighed, "I hope you Can understand my difficulties, forgive Lockhart once, he came to me crying, saying that he made a plot in the office, someone attacked him with lightning and made him bald, he couldn't face the students with this image , facing the public, so he is not qualified to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, so he resigned from me, do you understand what I mean?"

Orlando's eyes twitched. This Lockhart is too cowardly. He should quit doing such a trivial matter. According to Dumbledore, if no one is appointed as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he must be replaced. , Orlando doesn't want to invite curses for himself, let alone waste time on teaching and copywriting, he said decisively.

"Professor, I understand what you mean. I will find the attacker and let him restore Professor Lockhart's original appearance before dark tomorrow."

Why not today? That's because Orlando is still angry.

Obviously understood what he said, Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction.

"Go ahead, warn the attacker for me. This is a school after all, so you should pay more attention to the influence. This time, he won't be punished, but it's not an example."

"Yes, Professor, I will definitely bring it."

After leaving the principal's office, Orlando touched the cold sweat on his forehead. Dealing with this old fox is really not an easy task.

Because Orlando didn't come to class, Hermione was worried all afternoon. After class, she ran out without her schoolbag.

Orlando, who knew she would be worried, did not go back to his independent dormitory, but read a book in the common room.

"Orlando, are you okay?"

"It's okay, Dumbledore gave me a warning and let me go."

"It's good that it's okay, I was frightened all afternoon, and I didn't have a good class." Hermione pouted.

Seeing her cute look, Orlando couldn't help kissing her.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Hermione hurriedly looked around, and felt relieved after confirming that there was no one else. "It's not good to be seen."

"What's wrong, the school doesn't allow dating." Orlando held her hand with a playful smile.

(End of this chapter)