I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 52 Chaotic Classroom
Orlando squinted, pretending not to hear.

The enthusiastic Hermione couldn't read it any longer, put down the book in her hand, and poked Orlando's waist, "Hey, other people are your admirers anyway, so you can't satisfy his wish."

"Can't you let me bask in the sun?" Orlando sat up and said.

"Just one, will you?" Colin Creevey begged.

"Harry, what do you say?"

"I, I can do both."

"Come on, Colin, just one."

"Great, maybe I can stand among you and ask your friends to press it? Then, can you sign an autograph?" Colin took off the camera and stuffed it into Ron's hand, jumping excitedly jump.

At this time, Malfoy came over with his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Lord Orlando, I'm disturbing your pleasure."

"Oh, Malfoy, it's so rare, how did you have the courage to talk to me today?"

Malfoy blushed, and hurriedly said: "The last time we said goodbye, Dad regretted not being able to entertain you, and specifically told me to invite you and your teacher to my manor for this weekend's dinner."

"No time," Orlando refused without thinking, "Thank you and your father for me!"

Malfoy didn't expect Orlando to refuse so simply, he was stunned and at a loss.

The big tall Crabbe may be used to domineering. Seeing that Malfoy didn't speak, he stood up aggressively and said, "Don't be shameless. Inviting you to the banquet is because I think highly of you. Why? You are not happy anymore. ?”

"Are you talking to me?" Orlando glared at him.

As if recalling the scene on the train a year ago, Crabbe subconsciously took out his wand and pointed it at Orlando.

It would be too cheap to use magic to deal with this kind of stupid big man. Before he could shake his wand, Orlando stepped a few meters sideways and came directly to Crabbe. With one hand, Crabbe's hand holding the wand was pinched. Changing shape, a shrill scream came out of his mouth, and the wand fell to the ground, and Orlando stepped on it inadvertently, and it was smashed to pieces.

"Ask you again, are you talking to me?"

Crabbe was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

"Lord Orlando, we were wrong. I apologize to you on behalf of Crabbe. Please forgive Crabbe." Malfoy held Goyle to stop him from being impulsive.

"Oh, so Crabbe was on your orders?"

"I'm wronged, I came this time to invite you to the meeting with sincerity, and I didn't intend to provoke you at all." Old Malfoy had confessed that if he wanted to have a good relationship with Orlando, he must not offend him.

"What's going on, what's going on?" Gilderoy Lockhart strode towards them, his turquoise robes fluttering behind him.

"Who's fighting?"

Orlando gently exerted force on his wrist and threw Crabbe to the ground, "I hate people pointing their wands at me the most. If there is another time, I will use your hand, remember?"

With painful tears and snot coming out of his nose, Crabbe nodded his head and crawled back, fearing that Orlando would give him another shot, causing the students watching to laugh.

"Oh my God! What's the matter? Can anyone tell me what happened?" Lockhart exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"It's nothing, professor. We were wrestling our arms. Obviously this Crabbe student looked tall, but his strength was too weak, so he was lying on the ground." Orlando said casually with a reason.

"Is that so?" Lockhart looked at him suspiciously.

"That's right, Professor." Harry, Ron, and Hermione replied in unison.

"Is that so?" Lockhart still didn't believe it, and turned to look at Malfoy and Goyle.

"Yes, professor, arm wrestling." Malfoy replied bravely.

"Okay, don't fight, it's wrong to fight. This classmate, do you need to take you to the infirmary?"

"No, no, Professor." Crabbe got up from the ground, holding half of the wand in his hand, bleeding from distress.

"Okay. Haha, who do I see? It's Harry, Harry Potter." Lockhart glanced at the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead, and then at Ron's hand. The camera said excitedly: "Are you guys taking a group photo? How about bringing me, I have won the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award five times in a row, and I promise you that I will never charge you."

Lockhart suddenly stood between Harry and Orlando, squeezed Colin Creevey to the back, stopped Harry's shoulder with one hand, and when he was about to stretch out the other hand, he remembered the unpleasantness of the morning , put it down again.

"Hermione, if you don't mind, let's take a photo together."

Seeing nothing, Orlando had to pull Hermione over and let her stand in the middle, then pulled Colin Creevey over, and Orlando stood on the side.

Hermione's cheeks flushed with excitement, and she swayed all over.Colin Creevey waved a pair of scissors, and Ron frantically pressed the flash button.Malfoy and Goyle took this opportunity to grab Crabbe and squeeze through the crowd.

Soon the classmates who learned that Lockhart was taking pictures here flocked, Orlando and Harry took the opportunity to escape, leaving poor Ron as his queen photographer.

"How did Dumbledore find such a person as his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? Snape is a hundred times better than him." On the way back to the castle, Harry couldn't help complaining.

"Oh, don't underestimate anyone, Harry."

"You also think he has real skills?"

"I didn't see the real ability, but the lip service comes first."

"Hahaha, Orlando, you are more harmful than Hermione, and you are the first to talk. Haha, I laughed to death."

"Let's go, let's go to the classroom."

At this time, Lockhart was busy taking photos with the students and signing autographs. He completely forgot that he still had a class. Orlando was happy and quiet, and found a corner to read a book by himself.

After a while, a group of students flooded into the classroom, followed by Lockhart. The students surrounded him and listened to him bragging about how brave he was against werewolves and how calm he was.

When the students had taken their seats, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly to silence everyone.He reached for Neville Longbottom's Walking with Trolls and held it up in his hand, showing the blinking photo of himself on the cover.

"I," he said while pointing at his photo, blinking his eyes, "Gideroy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, maybe you can consult Orlando, what is the Order of Merlin, I I think he is also a medal winner, and I would be happy to give you some basic knowledge. Of course, on this basis, I am also an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, and a five-time winner of the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award— —but I don't talk about that, I didn't drive away the Bandung female ghost with a smile!"

The classmates all turned their heads to look at Orlando, wondering what he would say, but Orlando just looked down at the book and ignored him.

Lockhart didn't take it seriously at all, without embarrassment at all, and continued to brag: "I see that you all bought my complete set of works-very good. I think we will do a small quiz today."

Harry held his chin, looking bitter and bitter, and muttered in a low voice: "On this level, it's not as good as Quirrell."

At this time, Ron seemed to have seen them, moved over secretly, and growled angrily in a low voice: "You two are too mean, you left me somewhere to take pictures, but ran away by yourself."

"You can run, anyway, no one is forcing you." Orlando said without raising his head.

"Did I run away?"

"So many girls are begging you to help take pictures, I think you are very happy." Harry couldn't help but mocked.

"Where is it? I... I couldn't help it because I was stopped, so I wouldn't take the initiative to take pictures of them." After being exposed, Ron blushed and forced a sophistry.

"Okay, okay, be quiet, let me read a book." Orlando was reading a book about mandrakes, and had no time to listen to their quarrel.

For an entire hour, Lockhart was either bragging about his amazing experience, or bragging about the awards he had won, such as spending a year with snowmen in XZ; spending weekends with werewolves; and then talking about the Ministry of Magic In order to reward his achievements, he was awarded the Order of Merlin. In order to show how great he is, he is compared with Orlando from time to time.

At first, the students listened with gusto, but after a long time, except for Hermione and other girls who found it interesting, most of the other students began to get tired of this kind of teaching behavior.

Lockhart also seemed to realize that this was not his press conference, and hurriedly stopped the conversation.He bent down and took out a large cage covered with cloth from behind the podium, and put it on the table.

Then he whispered mysteriously: "Now you have to be careful. As the teacher of your Defense Against the Dark Arts class, my task is to teach you how to resist the most evil things in the magic world. Now you will face the most terrifying creatures , but, please remember, as long as I am here, you will not be harmed in any way, and the only thing I ask of you is to remain calm."

Not to mention, Lockhart's words were indeed very bewitching. The students who were a little drowsy suddenly became sober, and they stared at Lockhart with wide eyes.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Lockhart proudly put his hands on the cover of the cage.

"I must ask you not to scream," Lockhart said in a low voice, "that would piss them off!"

The class held its breath, and Lockhart lifted the hood.

"That's right," he said playfully, "a Cornwall elf just caught."

Seamus Finnigan couldn't help but sneered, even the timid Ron didn't think such a little thing could bear the title of the most evil thing in the magic world.

"Look, Orlando, these little things can make faces." Harry tugged on Orlando's sleeve, interrupting his thoughts of reading.

Orlando looked up at the lectern. These elves were blue-skinned, short, about eight inches tall, with small pointed faces and shrill voices, as if many budgerigars were arguing.As soon as the cover was removed, they began to chatter, jump up and down, shake the cage bars, and make all kinds of weird faces at people nearby.

"Okay," Lockhart shouted loudly, "it's time to test you, let me see how you deal with them!" After speaking, he opened the cage door.

This is a mess, and the elf is flying around like a rocket.Two of them grabbed Neville by the ear and lifted him up.There were also a few who rushed out of the window and threw broken glass all over the back row of the classroom.

The rest wreak havoc in the classroom more than a rhino on a rampage.They grabbed ink bottles and splashed the class, ripped books and papers to shreds, ripped off pictures posted on the walls, flipped waste bins upside down, and threw bags and textbooks out of broken windows.

A few minutes later, Orlando was overwhelmed, and half the class was hiding under the desks, while Neville was swinging on the chandelier.

"Come on, round them up, round them up, they're just little elves..." cried Lockhart.Rolling up his sleeves, he waved his wand and bellowed, "Pescipixi Pesternomi!"

To no avail, an elf grabbed Lockhart's wand and threw it out of the window as well.Lockhart gasped, ducked under the lectern table, and was nearly knocked over by Neville, as the chandelier gave way and fell in almost the same second.

Orlando laughed angrily when he saw this scene.

"Orlando, don't laugh, think of something." An elf above Hermione's head was holding on to her hair, pulling her head so that she couldn't use the spell.

"Yeah, Orlando, these nasty guys." Ron finally changed into a new suit, which was now completely stained with ink, and he jumped up in anger.

Harry was helping Hermione deal with the elf above her head, but no matter how hard he tried, the elf wouldn't let go.

"Listen up, everyone. I'm Orlando. In the name of Hogwarts Assistant Professor, I order you to cover your ears. Say it again, cover your ears." Orlando roared, and everyone shouted Cover your ears.

"Thunder method, sonic boom, Zha!" This is a new thunder spell created by Orlando combined with soul magic, and the sound of thunder contains the power of soul.To deal with these low-level magical creatures, he only used less than one-tenth of his skill.

Even though the power was weakened, after a loud noise, the elves jumping up and down inside and outside the house were still stunned.Although the students in the room covered their ears in time, in the face of Orlando's group attack skills, many of them were dizzy and couldn't recover for a long time.

"Don't be dazed, help me pick up these elves." Seeing that Harry and Ron were fine, Orlando ordered.

"I want to punch him," Ron said to Harry, shaking his dazed head.

"Me too."

"I support you, or you beat him up now, anyway, he's fainted now, and he doesn't know." Orlando pulled Lockhart out from the desk, obviously Lockhart didn't listen to him and covered his ears, now Well, I was directly stunned by a range skill.

Ron was about to try, but Hermione stopped him just in time.

"Don't mess around, he's a professor, you don't want to be expelled, do you?"

"Orlando said yes."

"Him? Can you compare with him? Dumbledore can't even control him." Hermione said disdainfully.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm still a student now." Orlando explained, he didn't want to be the public enemy of everyone.

"Then what should he do?" Harry asked, pointing to Lockhart.

"Ask, is there any student who is willing to send him to the infirmary." Orlando was also a little distressed. You said that you just cover your ears honestly. If you insist on being brave, you are fine now. mess.

"Let me go." Hermione directed several students to pick up Lockhart and walk to the infirmary.

"It's all installed." A student held the cage and showed it to Orlando as if offering a treasure.

"Okay, let's put it here, we have nothing to do, get out of class is over."

Lockhart's first class was declared over by Orlando after he fell into a coma.

"This is the signed book and photobook that Lockhart prepared for you, do you want more?" Ron suddenly asked Orlando, who was about to leave.

"What the hell, leave it to Hermione, and I'll throw it away as trash."

"Yeah, it's all rubbish," Harry agreed.

(End of this chapter)