I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 13 Flight Lessons

While Orlando was busy cooking, an owl flew over and dropped a small package. Neville opened it and saw that it was a glass ball the size of a baby's fist, which seemed to be filled with white smoke.

Neville excitedly held up the glass ball. "It's a memory ball!" he explained. "Grandma knows I always have a bad memory—it'll tell you if there's something you forgot to do. See, you hold it tight, like this, and if it Turned red——oh..." He suddenly elongated his face, because the memory ball suddenly became bright red, "...you just forgot something...."

Orlando watched him amusedly as he munched on the pie. He was interested in any magical item, which was the crystallization of wisdom.

Neville was desperately trying to remember what he had forgotten when Draco Malfoy snatched the Remembrall out of his hand as he passed the dining table in Gryffindor House.

Neville was too intimidated to speak, Harry and Ron saw their roommate being bullied, stood up without a word, and were about to hit Malfoy, Hermione sensed that something was wrong, and quickly grabbed the two of them.

"What? A self-willed savior, a poor wizard in the wizarding world, and a mudblood who wants to help this poor thing." Malfoy looked superior, talking to them as if he was giving alms.

Orlando couldn't take it anymore, his face darkened, and it was never his style to argue.A pie came out of his hand and hit Malfoy in the face, and the residue of the pie smeared his face.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall, who discovered the anomaly, appeared in time.

"Malfoy snatched my memory ball, Professor." Neville said aggrievedly.

Malfoy cast a sullen look, glanced at Orlando angrily, and quickly threw the memory ball back on the table.

"Wait and see," he said, and hurried off, followed by Crabbe and Goyle.

Ever since he was beaten up by Orlando on the train, he has been afraid of this Muggle wizard. His strange talisman magic and vigorous martial arts, mysterious and powerful, made him dare not provoke him.

"It's best not to cause trouble for me." Professor McGonagall looked at the crowd, and finally stopped at Orlando, and said.

Orlando shrugged and continued eating and drinking his cereal.

"Good job, Orlando!"

The Gryffindor cubs were overjoyed and praised Orlando's behavior.

Only Hermione hesitated to speak, and said worriedly: "Orlando, you will be expelled from school if you do this."

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't hold back, who let this guy bully others, and still be so arrogant."

"Yes." Ron said bitterly.

"Hermione, Orlando also took action to vent his anger on us. Didn't you hear how Malfoy scolded us? Don't talk about him," Harry said indifferently.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the Gryffindor students hurried down the steps to the front yard, preparing for their first flying lessons.It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass swelled slightly under their feet as they walked briskly down the sloping lawn to a flat lawn on the opposite side of the field.There is a dense forest on the other side of the lawn, and the dark trees in the distance are swaying in the wind.

The Slytherins were already there, and twenty broomsticks were neatly stacked on the ground.

Mrs. Hooch, who teaches flying lessons, arrives.She had short gray hair, and her eyes were yellow, piercing like a hawk's.

Orlando didn't speak. To be honest, he didn't have much interest in flying on a broomstick. If he had a choice, he would prefer to fly with a sword. That's the dignity a monk should have. between.

Riding a broom always felt like a child's trick, even though he was a child now.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" cried Mrs. Hooch. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry up."

Although reluctantly, Orlando complied.

"Extend your right hand over the broomstick," Mrs. Hooch called from the front. "Concentrate on giving the command and say: Get up."

"Get up!" the students yelled.

Only a few people have succeeded, and Harry is one of them.

Orlando succeeded, but the broom in his hand didn't seem to be obedient, and he felt like he wanted to fly away at any time.It seems that his powerful psychic abilities force the broom to obey, rather than it willingly obeying.

Mrs Hooch then showed them how to get on the broom without slipping off their heads.She walked up and down the line, correcting the students' handshakes.

"Now, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard," said Mrs. Hooch, "hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly, and fall straight back to the ground. Hear my whistle—three—two—."

Orlando did so, but the broom wouldn't budge, so he tried again, but it didn't work.

Malfoy, who had been watching him not far away, laughed loudly when he saw this, "Muggles are Muggles, and you can't even use a broomstick."

After he finished speaking, he kicked his legs and flew up into the sky quickly, even passing over Orlando's head on purpose.

At this moment, Malfoy seemed to have discovered Orlando's weakness, and was no longer afraid of him.

Orlando frowned. Although he didn't really care about it, being despised by a poor kid still made him a little unhappy.

Orlando, who was about to take off the gravity talisman on his body and try to ride again, suddenly found that Neville, who was not far away, kicked his feet vigorously and went straight up, as if the cork was ejected from the bottle.The first time he used the broomstick he yelled in horror, completely forgetting the essentials of flying.

Mrs. Hooch yelled anxiously, "Come back, child!"

But it was too late at this time, Neville, who was flying in the air, looked at the ground flying away with his frightened and pale face, and saw him panting with his mouth wide open, and slipping off the side of the broomstick.

Seeing the critical situation, Orlando didn't care about shocking the world. Without the suppression of the six-times gravity talisman, his speed reached the extreme.

I saw him fly seven meters away in a horizontal and vertical direction, and then flew into the sky ten meters high with a squat jump. Orlando reached out and grabbed Neville's arm, and picked him off the flying broom with his hands Down, and then fell back to the ground like a dragonfly.

At this time Neville had already fallen into a coma, and Orlando laid him flat on the grass.

Mrs. Hooch was terrified, and hurried over. At this time, her face was pale, and she bent down to look down at Neville. After confirming that she was just in a coma and her body was fine, she let out a long breath.

"Thank you boy, you saved his life, I would like to add five points to Gryffindor for his bravery."

Then Mrs. Hooch turned to the rest of the class and said, "I'm taking this kid to the hospital. None of you are allowed to move. Put the broomsticks back where they were, or I'll give you a chance before you can say 'Quidditch'." kick you out of Hogwarts."

As Mrs. Hooch waved her wand, Neville floated up, and the two of them went to the Learning Hospital.

The Gryffindor students gathered around and praised Orlando's agility, only Slytherin said a few sour and strange words.

Not reconciled to being exposed by Gryffindor, and not daring to confront Orlando hard, Malfoy began to focus on teasing Neville.

Malfoy laughed loudly and said, "Did you see that slug? Poor boy, I think he'll faint when he sees a broom."

"Did you see that face on him, that big fool?" echoed the other Slytherins.

"Shut up, Malfoy," said Parvati Patil sharply.

"Huh, guarding Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, an ugly Slytherin girl. "I didn't expect you to like chubby little tears, Patil."

"Look!" said Malfoy, rushing to grab something from the grass. "That big fool Longbottom's grandma gave it to him."

He held up the memory ball, which gleamed in the sun.

"Bring it here, Malfoy," Harry growled.

Everyone stopped talking and watched.

Malfoy grinned hideously.

"I want to put it somewhere for Longbottom to pick it up—in a tree—how about it?"

"Bring it here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy was already jumping on his broom and taking off.He wasn't bragging about what he'd said before - he did fly well - and he hung at level with the top of an oak tree and called out, "Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry grabbed his broom.

"No!" cried Hermione Granger. "Mrs. Hooch told us not to move - you'll be fired. Quick, Orlando, you stop him."

Harry ignored her. At this moment, blood rushed to his head and hit his eardrums.He got on his broomstick, kicked the ground hard, and he was up.

Seeing all this, Orlando patted his forehead, what a headache.

At this time, the two had already launched a chase in the air. Harry was indeed very talented in flying, and Malfoy was a veteran of flying. When the two of them competed, it could be said that they would meet good talents and match opponents. The students on the ground watched it thrillingly, There were bursts of exclamations.

Malfoy, who was forced to stop by Harry twice in a row, became furious and threw out the memory ball in his hand vigorously.

Without even thinking about it, Harry dived straight after the Rememeball, leaning forward, pointing his broomstick downwards - in the blink of an eye, he was speeding down, chasing the Rememeball - the wind was blowing on him. Whispering in his ears, mixed with the screams of the audience below, he reached out and caught the glass ball a foot off the ground.He straightened the broomstick just in time, and he fell softly onto the grass, clutching the memory ball firmly in his hand.

Although he knew the plot a long time ago, Orlando still broke into a cold sweat. This is like a high-speed plane that brakes and lands the moment it hits the ground. If it is not operated properly, the plane crashes and people die.

"Harry Potter!" said an angry voice from behind.

"How dare you that I've been at Hogwarts for so many years—never—" Professor McGonagall was running towards them, and she was so angry that she couldn't speak.

"—how dare you—you'd break your neck—"

Professor McGonagall took Harry to the office.

Malfoy laughed loudly behind him. Hermione had never hated anyone so much at this moment. She ran towards Malfoy angrily, and Orlando hurriedly followed after seeing this.

"Malfoy, you mean and shameless villain."

A group of Slytherin students surrounded him, and the Gryffindor students hurriedly surrounded him when they saw this.

"Ouch, our savior's little mudblood girlfriend. Ouch."

Before Malfoy finished speaking, he was struck by a small lightning and flew out. No one noticed that it was Orlando's hand, because he didn't hold a wand in his hand.

"Hey, everyone, get out of the way, there is thunder in the sky." Orlando looked panicked, and pulled Hermione away from the crowd.

The Slytherin students looked at each other, not knowing what happened. Malfoy was knocked down. Although the injury was not serious, the paralysis effect of lightning was still there.

No, the Gryffindor students who were not to be outdone laughed loudly, and Ron's voice was the loudest, "Malfoy, I let you play tricks, you were struck by lightning, hahahaha."

Malfoy was foaming at the mouth, his hair was standing on his head, and his clothes smelled of burnt. He was supported by his two little followers, unable to speak.

At this time, Mrs. Huo Qi came back and saw two groups of people gathered together, as if they were about to fight, she hurried over and stopped them.

A flying lesson started in this atmosphere full of gunpowder.

Orlando didn't care, he didn't cause trouble, but he wasn't afraid of trouble either.

"Thank you, Orlando." While practicing low-altitude flight, Hermione flew over on a broom and said softly.

During dinner, Harry told Orlando what happened after he and Professor McGonagall left the venue.

Ron on the side was about to put a steak and kidney pie in his mouth, but he forgot about it halfway.

"Seeker?" he said, "but first-years never—you must be the youngest house player in years."

"It's been a century," Harry said, picking up the pie with his hands and stuffing it into his mouth.After this frightful encounter in the afternoon, he felt very hungry. "Wood told me."

"Orlando, I heard you electrocuted Malfoy into an afro this afternoon? How did you do it?" Harry cared more about this than about Quidditch.

"Don't talk nonsense, he did too many bad things, and he was struck by lightning, but I didn't do it."

Ron curled his lips and said, "I don't even believe it. You obviously did it to vent your anger on Hermione."

Hermione gave him a hard look, "Can you talk about this? Do you know how serious the consequences are? Orlando will be fired?"

"Did you really do it? It's too powerful. I heard that there was a bang in the sky, and Malfoy fell to the ground foaming at the mouth. It's a pity I didn't see it." Harry didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all. , continued.

"Just as long as you know it, don't make it public." Orlando put down the fork in his hand and said in a low voice.

Then the few people turned the topic to Quidditch training, only Ron sat there blankly, a little sullen.

(End of this chapter)