I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 215 Harry's Trouble

Harry looked up at Orlando, then at Hermione and Ron, wondering why everyone was telling him to be on the alert and seek refuge with Dumbledore.

"He's flying north?" Hermione whispered. "He's coming back?"

"What omen did Dumbledore catch?" Ron asked with a puzzled look on his face. "Why do you have to be with Orlando, Harry—what's the matter with you?"

Harry smacked his forehead hard with his fist, causing Hedwig to jump off his lap.

"I shouldn't have told him," said Harry angrily. "It was a mistake."

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked in surprise.

"My letter made him think he had to come back," said Harry, pounding his fist on the table again—and Dwie slumped on the back of Ron's chair, screaming angrily, "Come back because He thinks I'm in trouble, but I'm all right. I have nothing to eat," Harry said sullenly to the hopeful Hedwig, who smacked his mouth. "If you want to eat, you'll have to go to Owl's." The shed."

Orlando took out a bag of nuts from the magic pocket, tore open the bag and poured it on the table, "Eat it, poor little thing."

There have been more owls delivering letters to him recently, so he has developed the habit of carrying nuts with him.He stroked its head, and Hedwig gave him a grateful look, rubbed his head against the back of his hand, and began to eat happily.

"Harry." Hermione said calmly, "Sirius is worried about you..."

"I don't need to worry, I'm not a child." Harry shouted angrily.

"Okay, Harry, calm down. Neither of us has any malicious intentions. Everything we do is for your own good. We may have different intentions, but there is no doubt that none of them hurt your heart. Are you right?" Knowing that children of this age are the most rebellious, he didn't continue to preach, "It's getting late, we should go back, then goodbye."

"See you tomorrow," Harry said reluctantly.
"Come on, Hermione, we should go back too."

They left the door of the lounge and walked outside the school one after the other.

"Really not to tell Harry Moody?"

"Empty words are useless, and no one will believe you when you say it now. It's better to pretend that you don't know, so as not to startle the snake. Also, how is your Occlumency practice? You must know that the Dark Lord is an expert in this field. Not sure if fake Moody is proficient, so better be on your guard."

"I'm already practicing, and I will master it as soon as possible, so you can rest assured." Hermione nodded and said.

Early the next morning, when Orlando and Hermione returned to the campus after their morning classes, they saw Harry coming out of the castle.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"I wrote a reply to Sirius, and now I'm going to the owl house." Harry hesitated, but told the truth.

"Oh, well, let Orlando go with you, he's free anyway." Hermione gave Orlando a look.

"Alright, I haven't seen Wukong for a long time, so I just gave him some food." Orlando nodded understandingly.

"Alright then." Harry had no choice but to agree.

Then they came to the owl-hut on the topmost floor of the west tower, a round stone room very cold and drafty, for none of the windows had glass in it.Straw and owl droppings littered the floor, along with mouse and vole bones that the owls had spit out.

There are hundreds of owls of all kinds perched on the perches that reach the top of the tower.Harry saw Hedwig perched between a barn owl and a tawny owl, and hurried across, nearly slipping on the bird droppings.

Orlando whistled, he didn't want to walk in the dung, Wukong heard the whistle and flew out from among a bunch of owls and landed on his shoulder. It is a medium-sized raptor with a flat heart-shaped face plate and a cool monkey face, so it is also called monkey-faced eagle. The white face fluff matches the dark chestnut wings, a pair of deep round eyes, and the beak is yellowish-brown.

It happily pecked his hair and made a "coo-coo" sound, and seemed to be complaining that the owner didn't come to see it often.

Orlando took out a pack of owl nuts and poured them into the palm of his hand, "Eat it, little guy."

At this moment, Hedwig was still angry about what happened last night, and Harry struggled for a long time before convincing Hedwig to wake up and look at him, because it kept moving back and forth on the perch, pointing its tail at Harry. profit.

Harry had to ask Orlando for help, and Hedwig finally forgave him with a bag of nuts in exchange for him. After eating and drinking, he stretched out his legs and asked Harry to fasten the letter.

"Got to find him, okay?" Harry said, carrying it to a hole in the wall, stroking its back. "Go ahead of the dementors."

Hedwig bit his finger, maybe a little harder than usual, but it still barked a few times, as if to reassure him.Then, Hedwig spread her wings and flew into the morning light.

Harry watched it fly out of sight, and he had that very uneasy feeling inside him.He always thought that Sirius' reply letter would definitely alleviate his worries, but he didn't expect his worries to increase instead.

"Although I understand your behavior, to be honest, I don't agree with you, Harry."

Harry came back to his senses, looked at Orlando, and yelled with a little impatience in his heart: "I don't know why, everyone treats me as a child, I am not young anymore, and I don't need others to tell me what to do , I have the ability to take care of myself, do you understand?"

Orlando was silent, he patted Harry on the shoulder, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

He knew that Harry was under a lot of pressure. Part of it came from everyone's expectations. After all, it was not easy to be a "savior"; Unremarkable.Even though he worked harder than in the original book, all of this pales in comparison to Orlando's dazzling achievements.

"I'm sorry, Orlando, I shouldn't get angry at you." Harry blushed, this was the first time he lost his composure in front of Orlando, and he knew it wasn't Orlando's fault.

"We are friends, Harry, you don't need to apologize to me. Your talent is good, spend more time practicing the art of talismans, only when you are strong, can you not be afraid of all conspiracies and tricks."

"I understand Orlando, I will work hard." Harry nodded heavily, he seemed to see the power of an example from Orlando.

In the next two weeks, Orlando kept an eye on the development of the situation. Although Hermione was worried, she followed his advice and remained silent. The two of them kept this secret in a tacit understanding.

"What? Professor Moody announced that he would cast the Imperius Curse on each of his classmates in turn, to demonstrate its power and see if they could resist its effects."

This morning, the dining table in Gryffindor exploded in an instant. Orlando felt that this incident was probably aimed at him. He and Hermione looked at each other, and the self-evident meaning was revealed in their eyes.

"Never let him use the Imperius Curse on you," Hermione whispered. "We should go to Dumbledore, and fast."

Orlando tapped the dinner plate with a fork, making a "ding ding ding" sound. He was weighing the pros and cons. Is it a failure to expose the fake Moody's identity in advance, or continue to wait for the opportunity?After a while, Orlando made up his mind, he shook his head and signaled Hermione to calm down.

"What are you doing?" Harry called.

"We have something to do, you eat first." Hermione said without looking back, and then she trotted out of the hall with Orlando.

In the Room of Requirement, Hermione looked very serious: "Why do you take risks when you know he is a Death Eater?"

(End of this chapter)