I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 89 Talented
"I'll get him away..." Lockhart called.

"I know how to deal with it, let me do it." Lockhart yelled again, as if afraid that others would not know he could.He raised his wand and waved it menacingly at the snake.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the snake not only did not disappear, but jumped up more than a foot high, and then fell heavily back to the floor.Furious at being attacked, it swam straight towards Lockhart, hissing and spitting out a message. Then, it raised its head, bared its fangs, and assumed an attacking stance.

Lockhart was stunned, the script was wrong, it shouldn't be like this, he screamed in his heart, he wanted to escape, but the students around him blocked his way of escape, at this moment he didn't know what to do .

The students around screamed in horror, and Harry didn't want the students to suffer innocent disasters because of him.

Harry didn't understand why he did it, he didn't even realize why he did it.He only knew that his legs moved forward automatically, as if they were on casters, and then subconsciously shouted at the snake: "Let him go."

A miracle happened, or it was simply unbelievable, the snake gave up the attack, and collapsed on the floor softly, like a pile of thick and black watering hoses, its eyes were fixed on Harry, as if this was it The master, it is waiting for further instructions from the master.

Harry felt his fear disappear little by little, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him that the snake would never attack anyone again, and he couldn't say how he knew that.

Many students in the audience were stunned in shock. Ron twisted his arm hard, and after confirming that he was not dreaming, he murmured, "It's true, how did Harry do it? This... this is too Incredible."

Snape stepped forward, waved his wand, and the snake disappeared in a plume of black smoke.

Snape gave him a look that surprised Harry: a sly, calculating look that Harry didn't like.

He was also vaguely aware of the ominous murmurs of the crowd all around him.At this moment, he felt someone tugging at the back of his clothes.

It was Ron, he whispered in his ear: "Let's go, get out of here quickly."

At this moment, Hermione was waking up from meditation, "Thank you, Orlando."

"From now on, in the dead of night, meditate according to the method I taught you. Don't take too long each time, and don't rush it step by step." Orlando instructed again.

"I remember." Hermione looked at him affectionately, she felt that Orlando cared for her from the bottom of his heart, and a warm current flowed into her heart.

"Let's go too, Harry looks like he's in trouble." Orlando, who was always paying attention to the situation on the court, knew he was going to be in trouble the moment the big snake appeared.

Ron led Harry out of the auditorium. Along the way, people retreated to both sides, as if they were afraid of getting into trouble. Harry didn't understand what was going on at all, and he just followed mechanically.

"Orlando, me." Seeing Orlando, Harry seemed to have found his backbone. He was about to ask, but was interrupted by Orlando.

"This is not a place to talk, let's talk about it when we go back." Orlando waved his hand and said.

The group of four remained silent until they arrived at the empty Gryffindor common room.Then Ron pushed Harry into an armchair and said, "You're a Parseltongue. Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

When Ron said this, he couldn't restrain his anger, as if he had encountered betrayal and distrust.

"What am I?" Harry didn't understand why Ron was angry.

"Parseltongue," said Ron angrily, "you can talk to snakes, why didn't you tell us?"

"I don't know, is it important?" Harry looked at him in confusion, as if thinking of something, "I mean, this is the second time I've done this. The first time was at the zoo, and I accidentally I let out a boa constrictor, and the boa constrictor jumped at my cousin Dudley - it's a long story, and the boa constrictor told me at the time that it had never been to Brazil, and I unknowingly brought it to Brazil. I let it out, I didn't mean to. I didn't know I was a wizard then."

"A boa constrictor told you that it never went to Brazil?" Ron seemed to believe Harry's explanation, his tone was no longer so angry.

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Harry asked puzzled, "I bet anyone here could do it, right, Orlando?" Harry looked at Orlando hopefully.

"Don't look at me like that, Harry, I can't communicate with animals with my current ability, unless I can reach the height of my teacher Nicole Flamel." Orlando shrugged.

"Nicole Flamel? Are you kidding me?" Harry was so surprised that Orlando, who was omnipotent, said he couldn't do it either.

"I'm not kidding you, Harry, Parseltongue is an innate ability that not everyone possesses. Of course, if your soul magic is cultivated to the state of blending with all things, then you can also control snakes."

"You... are you really as powerful as you say?" Harry swallowed, in disbelief.

"No matter how powerful a talent is, if you can't use it effectively, it will be useless." Orlando shrugged, "You'd better find someone who knows how to ask for advice, maybe it's easier than figuring it out yourself."

"Orlando, have you overlooked something?" Seeing that Orlando deviated from the subject, Ron couldn't help but said.

"What's overlooked? You want to say that Parseltongue is the talent of dark wizards?" Orlando snorted, "In my opinion, talent is neither good nor bad, but depends on the person who uses it. If you use it rightly, you can use it evilly. "

"But, but you didn't realize that everyone is afraid of Harry, can't you see?" Ron was a little annoyed, but felt that he couldn't convince Orlando.

"Why are they afraid of me?" Harry looked at Ron blankly.

"It's not an ordinary skill, Harry, it's bad." Ron didn't know how to explain it to Harry, and he waved his hands vigorously, as if to increase the power of his words.

"What's bad?" Harry asked, starting to feel angry. "What's wrong with everyone? Listen, if I hadn't told the snake not to attack Lockhart—"

"Oh, is that what you said to the snake?"

"What do you mean? You were there, you heard me."

"I heard you talking in Parseltongue," said Ron, "hissing, which is the language of snakes. You can say anything. No wonder Justin was so terrified. Like you're egging on that snake. It's creepy, you know." Harry stared at him dumbfounded, in disbelief.

"Harry, human beings are often afraid of the unknown. You don't need to worry about it. Instead, you should be grateful." Ron said the matter so seriously, which seriously hit Harry's self-confidence. Orlando didn't want Harry Because of this incident, I gave up a rare talent.

"Fortunately? Fortunately for what?" Harry's eyes were straight and out of focus.

"Do you know Dumbledore's Phoenix Fox?" Orlando asked.

(End of this chapter)