I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 77 The Game Begins

"Stop talking, let's hurry up." Ron pushed open the door and urged.

"Let's go, talk as you go." Hermione followed closely behind.

Although I watched Orlando eat more than once, I am amazed every time.

"Can you two stay away from me, and come back after I finish eating." Being stared at by others, even the best appetite will be greatly reduced.

"After you finish eating, I guess the seat in the front row will be gone." Ron looked resentful.

"Why don't you two go first, and take a seat for me by the way." The most distressing thing for the cook is that when you are eating, there is always a voice saying, "Eat quickly."

"Okay then, eat slowly." Hermione readily agreed.

After breakfast, Orlando left the castle in a hurry. Hogwarts was extremely lively on the weekend. Today's weather was not very good, and the students crowded in the hall to discuss the upcoming competition.

It was still early, and Orlando didn't want to go to the stadium and wait foolishly. He walked out of the castle and found a place where no one was there to practice the use of soul power. Although he still can't manifest the soul like Nicole Flamel , but it is still possible to release the power of the soul.

Orlando tried to use the power of the soul to attach himself to the whole body, lifting his legs off the ground, which was also a way of exercising the power of the soul.

I saw him concentrating, getting rid of distracting thoughts, slowly adjusting his breathing, trying to calm himself down as much as possible.With the movement of thoughts and the power of the soul, Orlando's legs slowly left the ground, and he was overjoyed, "It succeeded."

Before the words fell, the momentum that had just risen came to an abrupt end, and Orlando fell heavily.

"Hey, I still can't split my mind for two purposes." Orlando sighed. According to Nicole Flamel's standards, he had to control ten metal villains at the same time to meet the conditions for the second stage of cultivation.

"Forget it, I can't do it temporarily if I want to fly into the sky and escape from the ground, but it should be possible to float on the water." Orlando thought, and began to use the power of the soul to attach to his legs to reduce his weight, and then Spread your legs and run fast.

At the beginning, Orlando had one heavy foot and one light foot. He stumbled and couldn't control his body shape or speed, just like a newborn child learning to walk.

Fortunately, today was a thunderstorm, and there were no students on campus, so Orlando could safely and boldly rampage without worrying about hurting anyone.What he didn't know was that in a room in Hogwarts Castle, a pair of wise eyes were looking at him through the glass window.

It took more than two hours, and although I still can't be as light as a swallow and step on the snow without a trace, I no longer stumble when moving and dodging, and I can retract and retract freely.

Eleven o'clock gradually approached, and the teachers and students of the whole school began to go to the Quidditch stadium.Many students looked this way curiously one after another. Orlando accepted the exercises and followed the flow of people to the sports field.

Passing through the crowd, Orlando saw Hermione and Ron waiting at the door of the dressing room.

"Where did you go, it took so long to arrive." Hermione said with some complaints.

"I thought it was still early, so I went to practice for a while."

"You really don't waste any time." For Orlando's hard work and hard work, Hermione, who considers herself a top student, would also be willing to bow down.

"Hehe, is it idle to be idle? It's not a waste of time."

"Look, here comes Harry." Ron interrupted their conversation, pointing to the door of the dressing room.

The Gryffindor players came out of the dressing room, Harry was last, and Ron walked over and gave him a big hug.

"Harry, come on."

"Good luck, Harry."

"Come on." Orlando said with a victory gesture.

Wearing bright red Gryffindor uniforms, they emerged from the dressing room one after another, and then sat down to listen to Wood's customary pre-match pep talk.

"The Slytherins have better brooms than we do," Wood said. "There's no denying that, but the men on our brooms are better than them. We've trained harder than them, and we've flown in all kinds of weather."

Wood shouted hysterically, for fear of lack of morale.

Orlando heard the Weasley twin mimicking his tone.

"That's right."

"My clothes haven't been dry since August."

"We're going to make them regret letting that little villain Malfoy pay to get on their team."

Orlando has no interest in the Quidditch game at all. He feels that this sport does not reflect the charm of magic at all. In his words, this is a baseball game in which a group of wizards ride magic brooms.

Wood was spitting and his chest was heaving with excitement. Orlando took a step back without any trace. He didn't want to be stained with other people's saliva.

Finally, he stared at Harry and said seriously, "It's up to you, Harry, to show them that it takes more than a rich father to be a Seeker. Foo caught the Snitch before, or die on the field, Harry, because we have to win today, we have to win."

Harry's fingers pinching the Nimbus 2000 turned white from too much force, and it could be seen that he was also very nervous at this moment.

"So take it easy, Harry," said Fred, winking at him.

"I can." Harry first looked at Ron and Hermione, and then turned his gaze to Orlando.

"Don't worry, Harry, don't worry about rushing forward, trust me." Orlando also encouraged him.

"Hmm." Harry touched the amulet on his chest, he understood what Orlando meant.

When they came out to the arena, they were greeted by a din of voices.There was mostly cheering, as both Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs wanted to see Slytherins defeated, but there were also boos and boos from the Slytherins of the crowd.

Mrs. Hooch, the Quidditch judge, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, and they glared menacingly at each other and clenched each other's hands unnecessarily.

Hermione and Ron surrounded Orlando and walked to the front row. Hermione had already occupied a good position there.

"Listen to my instructions, let's go." Hermione drew out her wand and cast magic one by one. These were the three positions in the front row. She cast the Transfiguration Charm, and the chair quickly returned to its original shape from a lumpy wooden pile.

"It's amazing, Hermione, you can think of such a way." Orlando praised.

At this time, Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle for the game.

The team members of Shuangfei began to take off, and the crowd was full of noise to welcome them to take off. Fourteen team members jumped into the leaden sky together.Harry was flying higher than the rest of the team, squinting his eyes and looking around as if looking for the Snitch.

The match was very intense, and the players on both sides were full of energy. From the very beginning, Orlando noticed that Mrs. Hooch gave three warnings.

"Look, Harry." Ron clenched his fists excitedly and said, pointing to a small dot in the sky.

"Malfoy, what is he doing?" Hermione also noticed.

"I don't know, it seems to be showing off his flying skills." Ron gritted his teeth, as if he was the one being chased.

(End of this chapter)