I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 20
With the supply of medicinal materials, Orlando prepared the medicinal bath liquid, and at night quietly slipped into the Room of Requirement to continue his body training. The medicinal bath made of medicinal materials with enough years was surprisingly effective. progress.

In busy days, time always flies by. One morning in mid-December, Orlando got up early as usual to go for a run. When he stepped out of the gate of the castle, he saw that the surrounding area was covered with several feet of snow. Also covered with hard ice.

Orlando strode forward with difficulty. Twenty times the pressure made him sink deep into the slush every time he took a step. He tried several times, but it was completely unable to play the role of exercise, so he had no choice but to give up.

"Orlando, give me a hand."

It was Hagrid, with a head peeking out from under a tall, thick-branched tree.

"Hagrid, what are you doing?"

"This is the Christmas tree I picked. How about it? It's big enough." Hagrid panted heavily, propping up the tree trunk and clapping his palms.

"Let me help you." Anyway, running training is impossible, so let's help Hagrid.

Orlando walked over, picked up the big tree without saying a word, and left, as easily as if he was carrying a wooden stick. Hagrid was taken aback for a while, and he wondered if he was old and dim, or if he was dreaming.

After busying themselves to help Hagrid finish the things he needed, the sky was already bright, and the students who woke up from their dreams came out of the castle one after another, and started to fight in the snow.

The Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs to chase Quirrell around and smash into the back of his hood.

Several owls flew through the snowy skies to deliver the mail, and they had to recover their strength under Hagrid's care before they could continue to take off.

"Thank you, Orlando, I can't believe that you are really human?"

Hagrid covered the poor owls with his overcoat, and they were freezing.

"It's nothing to make a fuss about, Hagrid. I just practiced a special technique." Orlando rolled his eyes. No matter what Hagrid said, it didn't sound like a compliment, but rather like scolding him for being inhuman.

"Don't mind, I'll go first, these owls are freezing, I have to send them back quickly." Hagrid stretched out his big dirty hand and scratched at his matted hair.

While they were talking, Ron and Harry came back from outside the castle. After seeing them, they hurried over.

"Can you get out of the way, please?" came Malfoy's cold, drawn voice from behind them.

Hagrid's burly figure blocked Malfoy's sight, and he didn't see Orlando not far away walking this way.He continued to sarcastically: "Are you trying to earn some pocket money, Weasley? I guess, you probably hope that you will also guard the hunting grounds after graduating from Hogwarts?"? Hagrid's cabin and your original Compared with that home, it must be like a palace!"

Hearing this, Ron was furious and rushed towards Malfoy, but Harry, who had quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed him.

Facing the student's sarcasm, Hagrid was anxious and didn't know what to say. He rubbed his hands anxiously. Orlando is not Hagrid. Talking and talking has never been his style. In front of Fu, he grabbed Malfoy with one hand and was lifted up in the air like a chick.

His two little followers, Bangor and Crabbe, reacted at this moment, and just as they were about to take out their wands, they were slapped away by Orlando's big mouth.

"You savage, what do you want?" Malfoy waved his hands, trying to struggle out of the iron-like palms.

"Apologize for what you said, or hum!"

"me.."

Just at this moment, a familiar voice came, "Orlando, what are you doing?"

Snape appeared on the stairs.

Hagrid was about to speak, but Orlando answered first: "Professor, I'm communicating with Malfoy, and I'm more powerful than anyone else."

With that said, he let go of Malfoy's collar, grabbed his shoulder with one hand and shook it lightly. "Isn't it, Malfoy?"

"no."

"Hmm." Orlando pinched lightly.

"Oh. Yes.. Yes, Professor, we are comparing who is stronger." Malfoy blushed, and the pain made him extremely humiliated.

Snape frowned, one side was his student, the other side was his beloved disciple, the palms and backs of his hands were full of flesh, and he had a headache.

"Hurry up and get busy with your own business. Now that I see you making trouble, I'll make you look good."

"Okay, Merry Christmas, Professor!"

"Hmph, don't cause trouble for me." Then he turned and left, completely ignoring Gore and Crabbe who were lying on the ground.

"Fortunately, Malfoy, don't let me see you in the future, or I will see you hit once, remember?"

"I, I." Malfoy wanted to say a few harsh words, but didn't dare to look at Ron and Harry fiercely. He was really afraid of Orlando, especially after knowing that he could fight monsters with bare hands. Just dodged him and walked away. I didn't expect to point my back today, and I didn't look at the almanac when I went out, so I bumped into his hand.

Malfoy helped Goyle and Crabbe to leave.

Ron's wanton laughter came from behind him.

"It's really refreshing, Orlando." Harry patted Orlando's arm, and squeezed it, it was no different, why so much strength.

"I..., hahaha, have you seen what he looks like? It's so funny." Ron said loudly on purpose.

"No matter what, hitting someone with your hands is against the Hogwarts school rules, Orlando, you will be expelled from the school." Hagrid said worriedly.

"Thank you, Hagrid, I'll pay attention." Orlando never took Malfoy's bullying guy seriously.

A few people talked and laughed and went to the auditorium restaurant.

At this time the auditorium looked beautiful and magnificent, with holly and mistletoe festoons hanging on three high walls, and a dozen towering Christmas trees stood here and there, some of which were hung with sparkling icicles. There are hundreds of candles flickering on some trees.

Professors McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were there, leading the students in arranging the Christmas decorations, and Hermione was there.

Seeing Orlando, Professor McGonagall put down the things in his hand, and asked sternly: "Orlando, Malfoy just filed a complaint saying that you beat them?"

"This, I haven't had time to do it yet, Professor." Facing Professor McGonagall, Orlando knew that lying was not acceptable, so he had to tell the truth.

"You, I'm so pissed off, Gryffindor deducted 5 points, you let me down so much."

Professor Flitwick was happily watching the excitement from the sidelines, and he didn't have any intention of persuading them. Usually, Orlando made them look ugly. Today, it's rare to see him deflated. It's too late for fun. How can he persuade him? Anyway, this kid earns a lot of points , it doesn't hurt to occasionally buckle a little.

"Malfoy provoked us first, and besides, Orlando was stopped by Snape before he could make a move." Ron explained angrily.

"And you, Weasley, you've caused enough trouble this semester, should I write a letter to your mother to report?"

Ron was too scared to say anything. If his mother knew about it, he probably wouldn't have a good life this winter vacation.

Harry and Ron, who were still in high spirits, would become eggplants beaten by Shuang. What made them angry was that they were not planted in Snape's hands, but in the hands of their own dean.

It didn't matter to Orlando, anyway, he won more points, so he deducted a little bit. A few people lowered their heads and went to the castle dejectedly.

"I'm going to the lab, why are you going?"

"Let's go to the library," said Hermione.

"By the way, Orlando, are you going back for the holidays?" Harry asked. "Ron and I are both at school for the holidays."

"Go back and leave tomorrow."

Harry was a little depressed. Everyone else had a home to go to, but he didn't, although Ron was with him.

"Okay, it's Christmas, be happy." Orlando patted him on the shoulder.

Going home tomorrow, Orlando still has a lot of things to prepare, such as the configuration of the medicinal bath liquid, which needs to be done in advance, so that during the holidays at home, there will be no delay in practicing, and there are Christmas gifts for family, classmates, and friends , these need to be arranged in advance.

It took an afternoon to finish all this, Orlando had a nice dinner, and he will not practice tonight, he decided to relax.

Whether it is a Muggle school or a wizarding world, winter and summer vacations are always exciting, and Hogwarts students can't wait to look forward to the holiday.

While fires blazed in the Gryffindor common room and Great Hall, the drafty corridors were bitterly cold, and the windows of classrooms rattled with the bitter wind.

Orlando walked down the corridor with a thick stack of books, which were prepared for the winter vacation, no fewer than fifty (he was holding a small part in his hand, and most of the rest were put into the bracelet) .These are all books about ancient runes. Ever since Principal Dumbledore promoted the Assistant Professor, Mrs. Pince no longer restricted the number of books he could borrow.

Pushing open the door of the Gryffindor common room, a gust of warm wind rushed towards his face. Orlando, who had finished refining leather and scriptures one after another, had long since survived the cold and heat, but this did not mean that he liked the cold.

"Hey, Orlando, are you going home for the holidays?" Percy, who was reading on the sofa, was blown by the cold wind, and looked up to see people.

Ron was teaching Harry how to play wizard chess; Hermione was reading a book and doing homework; the twin brothers of the Weasley family were performing their own magical juggling, which made Qiu Zhang and other girls laugh.

"Go home, how about you?"

"We won't go back. Mom and the others are going to visit Charlie in Romania." George said.

"So this Christmas we have to spend at school, we can't go anywhere, I'm so pitiful!" Fred answered in a funny way.

"I'm not going back either. It's okay to spend Christmas at school." Harry, who was once again checkmate by Ron, dropped the chess piece in his hand, and said somewhat dejectedly. He had already lost five games in a row tonight.Of course, as far as where he spent the holidays, he didn't feel sorry for himself at all, and it was quite possibly the best Christmas he'd ever had in his life.

"I'm going home, so I have to finish my homework as soon as possible, otherwise there will be too many books to bring, and I want to preview the next semester's textbooks at home." Hermione said as a matter of course after closing her homework.

"In that case, I wish you all a Merry Christmas in advance! See you tomorrow, Hermione."

"See you tomorrow."

Orlando turned around and returned to the dormitory, and simply packed up, stuffing things that were inconvenient to carry into the bracelets, and putting a few clothes and books in the carry-on suitcase for show.

Taking the Hogwarts Express again, Orlando's mood at this moment is different from when he entered school.If you were a little apprehensive and uneasy when you came here, then when you go back, your mood will be completely different.After imagining and blending into the magical world, he discovered that magic is not as mysterious and untouchable as he imagined. On the contrary, as long as he works hard, even wizards from Muggle families can be no worse than wizards from magical families, and some of them are even better. .

This kind of self-confidence is not imagined, but the result of his unremitting efforts in the past six months, learning and cultivation go hand in hand.His hard work has enabled him to possess knowledge and strength far beyond his peers in a short period of time. This is the foundation of his life and the source of self-confidence.

It was a happy mood to go home. Orlando bought a lot of snacks to share with Hermione and Neville. Of course, he didn't forget to buy a few more to bring home for his family to taste.

The three of them talked and laughed, and the time passed quickly.

"Orlando, my little baby, mommy misses you so much." Just after getting off the plane and leaving the terminal, a long-haired woman ran over and hugged him.

"Mom, everyone is watching."

The mother didn't care so much. The son hadn't seen him for half a year, so he couldn't think about it, and he wanted to hug and kiss him fiercely, which made Orlando's face covered with lipstick, and it was a mess.

Emily took her father's hand and trotted after her. As soon as they met, she reached into her brother's arms and muttered, "Orlando, did you give me a present?"

After wiping off the lipstick and saliva on his face, Orlando patted the box and said, "Here, I'll bring it to you when I get home."

Edward Adam Bloom took the suitcase in a hurry. His son had been away from home for several months. It was impossible to say that he didn’t think about it. He patted Orlando on the shoulder vigorously and said happily: “Half a year No, I have grown taller and stronger.”

"Let's go, let's go home, it's really cold here." Mom stomped her feet, and when the person didn't receive it, she looked at the platform and didn't notice the cold. Now that the person received it, she felt extremely cold in an instant.

"That's right, Dad, let's go home quickly." Emily exhaled, she was so cold that she regretted not listening to her father and waiting in the car.

The group went to the parking lot arm in arm. The temperature in Cardiff in December was extremely cold. Edward fired the ignition several times before igniting the car. The warm air in the car was turned on, and the few people recovered from the cold. Talking and laughing back home.

(End of this chapter)