I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 139 Death Prophecy
Then, as if to save face, or to scare more people, Professor Trelawney predicted Harry's ominous situation, and said with certainty that the big black dog was a sign of death, which was frightening. A large number of students.

Hermione, who had always been an obedient student, stood up again and directly contradicted her, which made Professor Trelawney dislike her even more.

After class, Harry and Ron didn't say a word that they were in a bad mood, while Hermione kept comforting everyone. It could be seen that this kind-hearted girl was fighting for her friend.

"Harry, do you know what qualities a strong person needs to have?" Orlando asked suddenly on the way to the Transfiguration class.

"What?" Harry, who was still immersed in Professor Trelawney's prophecy, didn't recover for a moment.

"A strong man needs to have an indomitable spirit, even in the face of the suffocation of fate, he must have the will to break everything." Orlando patted his shoulder fearfully, "You don't want to be a weak man, do you?"

"I don't want to," Harry said a little unsurely, "what should I do?"

"What should I do? Of course it's cold salad," Orlando said with a laugh, "Don't stop moving forward and make yourself stronger. Believe me, when you become stronger, you will have nothing to fear."

Orlando's words dilute the worries in everyone's hearts and make them feel confident again.

It took a while to wait for a few people to find the Transfiguration classroom, and they happened to step on the class. Today, Professor McGonagall will teach you the knowledge of Animagus, this kind of magic that can make people switch from human form to animal form at will. Orlando was of great interest.

To demonstrate the magic, Professor McGonagall transforms himself into a tabby cat in front of the students, and Orlando notices the marks of glasses around the cat's eyes.

Orlando was thoughtful. He didn't observe things with eyes like ordinary people. His powerful soul power could make him aware of any subtle changes and fluctuations in magic power.

"It's kind of interesting. Is it possible to change the shape of the physical body through the power of magic, so that you can have the ability of animals?"

"What are you talking about?" Hermione, who was concentrating on the class, asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing, I just think this Animagus is interesting, and I don't know what mine will look like?"

"Me too, I really look forward to being like Professor McGonagall." Ron echoed in a low voice.

In the time they chatted quietly, Professor McGonagall had already completed the transformation and turned back into a human.

"Seriously, what's the matter with you today?" Professor McGonagall looked around at these students, blinked and said humorously: "It doesn't matter, but it's the first time that my transformation didn't win the applause of the whole class."

Enthusiastic applause soon rang out, and Orlando didn't hesitate to slap himself, and the clapping sounded.

When get out of class was over, Hermione saw that Harry was still a little absent-minded and depressed, so she asked Professor McGonagall to ask, but she interrupted before she could finish talking.

"There's no need to go on, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will die this year?"

"First Orlando, then Harry."

Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at Orlando, and nodded when he saw his calm expression.Then she looked at Harry again, who was looking at her anxiously at this time, as if waiting for the final verdict.

"Understood, I think Mr. Orlando can face it calmly." Professor McGonagall stared at Harry with those small round eyes, "Then, Potter, you should know that Sybill Trelawney Since coming to this school, one student has been predicted to die every year, and this year it has become two."

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and seemed to be pissed off. She continued: "But what I want to tell you is that none of the students who predicted death have died so far. Foreseeing the signs of death is her favorite way to welcome new students. way, if I hadn't never said a bad word about my co-workers,"

Professor McGonagall paused, as if she was struggling with some kind of inner struggle. She continued: "Divination is one of the most inaccurate subjects in magic. To tell you the truth, I am the most impatient with divination. I can truly predict There are very few people in the future, and Professor Trelawney..." At this point, Professor McGonagall suddenly stopped talking and did not continue, "In a word, you don't need to worry about the prophecy."

Professor McGonagall's words finally dispelled Harry's doubts. Although he didn't think he was weak, it was hard for him to feel relieved as he had never experienced life or death. With Professor McGonagall's endorsement, Harry finally felt relieved.

Then several people left the classroom in a crowd and rushed to the auditorium for lunch. This afternoon was Hagrid's first protection of magical creatures class. To be honest, Orlando didn't have much expectations for this class.

If according to his previous personality, he might find a reason to skip class, but since he was taught a lesson by the teacher that day, he felt that it is necessary to readjust his mentality, and it is better to be a student honestly, after all, this is not the one in the previous life. A world without magic.

Fortunately, the rain finally cleared up after several days. When they left the castle in the afternoon, it was like springtime. The air was fresh and refreshing, the sky was clear, the blue sky was light gray, neither hot nor cold, and the grass under their feet was soft and soft. damp.

At this moment, Hagrid was standing in front of the hut waiting for his students. He was wearing a moleskin coat, and with the Hound Fang at his feet, he seemed eager to go.

Harry and Ron rushed over to say hello to Hagrid immediately, Hagrid responded to everyone with great interest, and Orlando smiled at him and said nothing.

When the students were all here, Hagrid waved his hand and led everyone along the fence to the open space on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. This is the battlefield that Dumbledore set up last semester to capture Helbo. Now the site is deserted. , leaving a large open space just for Hagrid's teaching.

At this moment, Harry poked Orlando on the arm and said in a low voice, "I don't think Malfoy is going to be okay."

"Well, when did you learn to prophesy?"

"Look at them muttering and pointing at Hagrid, they must be plotting something." Harry said with certainty.

"They're going to mess up Hagrid's first class, that's how it must be," said Ron plausibly, "They're just like their father, a bunch of bad pustules."

Hermione frowned, disapproving of Ron's habit of speaking ill of people behind their backs.

"Let's see the situation first, Hagrid should be able to solve it." Orlando was ready to act accordingly, he was not the savior and would intervene in everything.

"Everyone come up to this fence," Hagrid said, stepping on the fence under his feet, which he had built just enough for the students to stand on. "That's right, stand until I can see you." place, now, the first thing you have to do is to open your books..."

Sure enough, the troublemaker came, and Malfoy shouted in his eerie voice, "How do we open the book?"

He held up his own book, the "Monster Book of Monsters" tied with a rope, and continued to laugh loudly: "I have never seen such a stupid book when I grow up."

Malfoy's words drew ridicule from a group of Slytherins. Hagrid, who was originally full of confidence, was a little caught off guard. The established teaching plan was disrupted, and he suddenly became a little panicked and didn't know what to do.

Orlando stopped Hermione and Harry who were about to show up, and stood up by himself, holding the "Monster Book of Monsters" in his hand, but his books were not tied with ropes, "There are no stupid books in the world, only stupid books." Humans, Malfoy, don't embarrass yourself here because of your ignorance."

"You mud." Malfoy subconsciously stopped swearing when he was furious, and he didn't dare to spit it out. He had suffered from Orlando more than once, and it was a lesson learned.

"Why, haven't you suffered enough? Do you want me to improve your memory?" Orlando stared, and immediately extinguished his arrogance.

(End of this chapter)