I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 71 Love Letters
Picking up the paper and pen, Orlando wrote quickly, without any concealment, why he was injured these days, how Capri took him away from Hogwarts after discovering the abnormality, how the teacher relapsed his old injury in order to save him, and how he practiced He wrote down how the soul-suppressing pill caused him severe burns, and he wrote it down one by one without reservation. In the end, he hoped that Hermione could keep it a secret for him. After all, these involved many secrets that could not be revealed to outsiders.

At the request of Orlando, Capri, he made a list of desserts that girls love to eat. Orlando put the written paper in an envelope and handed it to it, "Cabrian, help me send it to the girls' dormitory, and give it to Hermione."

Capri held a plate with dessert in one hand and an envelope in the other, with a strange expression on his face, "Okay, master."

"I asked you to send a letter, what's your expression?"

"No, master, I'll go right away."

Fearing that the master would become angry, Capri held back his laughter and went out the door.

The next day, Olado looked in the mirror and found that the redness of his skin had faded a little.

Now that we're back at school, it's better to report to Professor McGonagall first.

Fortunately, he holds the title of an assistant professor and enjoys different treatment as a student. Professor McGonagall only warned him, and didn't say anything else.

During breakfast, Orlando didn't go to the auditorium to eat. He didn't want to be surrounded by students with his current honor, so he asked Capri to notify the cafeteria and send it to the dormitory.

The first class this morning was Professor Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Orado was not going to go, but Capri came back and brought him a letter. There were two cute little letters on the pink envelope. I was sitting on a swing looking at the stars, and before I opened the envelope, a scent wafted into my nostrils. I didn't need to think that it must be written by a girl.

"Who gave it to you?"

"Master, it's Ms. Hermione."

"Oh, you go." Orlando waved his hand.

Capri rubbed his hands, but didn't leave immediately, his big eyes flickered, he hesitated for a long time, and finally asked: "Master, is this a love letter?"

"Fuck off."

Capri didn't mind if he didn't get the answer he wanted, and ran away, giggling.

It turned out that last night, after leaving the Gryffindor common room, the distraught Hermione returned to the dormitory, curled up at the foot of the bed, crying silently.

At this time, Capri appeared quietly and brought her dessert and an apology letter from Orlando.

The talkative Capri was afraid that Hermione would not know who to hand it to after finishing writing the letter, so he added another sentence when he left: "The master is waiting for your reply, if you have finished writing, please put it on the table, I will come over in the morning Pick."

So there was this pink letter in Orlando's hand.

The reply was as simple as one sentence: "I forgive you, see you in class tomorrow morning."

"Damn it, it looks like Lockhart's class won't work if he doesn't go."

After tidying up, Orlando put on a cloak to cover half of his face. He didn't want to be the focus of everyone's attention.

Since Lockhart's first class, the catastrophic event of the elf riot occurred, and after that, he was stunned by Orlando's roar, Lockhart never brought living things into the classroom again.

Now, in addition to reading large sections of his books to the students in his classroom, he also puts out some dramatic clips for performance.

And, every time he chose Harry as his assistant to reproduce the scene at that time.It seems that otherwise, it cannot prove his greatness.

No, when Orlando shyly walked into the classroom, Lockhart was talking loudly while waving the wand in his hand, and Harry was pretending to be a snowman in the Himalayas with a nasal cold.

The sound of the door opening startled Lockhart. He turned his head to look at Orlando, but he didn't recognize him for a while, "Which college are you a student from, did you go to the wrong classroom?"

"That's right, classroom, I'm Orlando."

"Orlando?" Lockhart's hand trembled, almost dropping his wand to the ground.

"Didn't Professor McGonagall say you were on leave?"

"Yes, Professor, I'm back from vacation."

"Oh, ah, ha, come back, come back, find a seat quickly."

It seems that the psychological shadow Orlando has cast on him is really not small. After seeing him for so long, I can't even speak clearly.

I looked at the front row of the classroom, hey, I didn't find Hermione's figure, which was strange.

This is, he saw a white palm waving left and right in the last row of the classroom, who else could it be if it wasn't Hermione.

Orlando walked straight over, and Ron, who was sitting in the same row, hurried out of the way.

"Why are you sitting here?" Orlando asked strangely. As a good student, didn't she always sit in the first row?
Seeing Orlando, Hermione blushed and said in a low voice, "I think it's pretty good here."

"It's good, at least stay away from the noise."

"Ha, ha." Ron laughed when he heard this.

"Keep your voice down, Ron, I don't want to lose points for sitting with you." Hermione gave him a glare.

"Then you still sit here, you go to the first row." Ron muttered in a low voice.

Hermione turned her head away, ignoring him.

"Are the burns on your body better?" Hermione asked with concern.

Orlando raised his cloak and revealed his face, "It's much better, the color has faded a lot."

Hermione watched carefully, her eyes tender and distressed.

"Cough, cough, let's go to class." Being watched by a girl like this, Orlando suddenly felt his heart beat faster, he coughed, and hurriedly changed the subject.

"Yeah." Hermione lowered her head and stopped talking.

Ron looked at them strangely from the side, wanting to laugh but not daring.

At this time, Harry's snowman in the Himalayas finally finished. He walked over with a look of displeasure, and sat down beside Ron. Although his silly performance had no artistic sense, it was still for Gran Fendo earned 2 points.

"Are you reconciled?" Seeing Hermione talking and laughing with Orlando, Harry couldn't help asking.

"What's a reconciliation? We didn't fight." Hermione retorted.

"Um." Harry thought to himself, your eyes were red last night, isn't this a quarrel?But he dared not say it.

"How can you keep listening to such a boring class?" Looking at the podium dancing and bragging about how he fought with the snowman in the Himalayas for several days and nights in the ice and snow without any foreign aid, and finally returned safely, Orlando pouted.

"Just let you listen, that's a gift to you." Harry said bitterly.

Ron couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What's so funny, there's no morality at all." Harry growled at Ron in a low voice.

"What's the matter, Harry is so angry?" Orlando asked Hermione in a low voice.

Hermione looked up at the podium, and found that the spitting Professor Lockhart was not looking in their direction at all, so she glanced at Harry, and whispered in Orlando's ear.

"If you, in less than a month, were forced to play the bubble-spitting villager, the rabid vampire, the plague-infested ghoul, the cold-nosed Himalayan yeti, you would, too. My stomach is full of resentment." After speaking, she laughed herself first.

(End of this chapter)