I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 121 The Hypocritical Ruler

As expected, at the dinner party the next day, Dumbledore announced that Lockhart had attacked the students. For this, Orlando won a special contribution award and 200 points for Gryffindor. The score suddenly surpassed the other three colleges, and jumped from the last place to No.1.

At the same time, the Ministry of Magic specially rewarded him with 2000 Galleons in recognition of his outstanding performance during this period and his courage in fighting the dark wizard.In front of all the teachers and students in the school, a man with a big belly smiled and handed over the money to Orlando. Orlando immediately recognized that this person was the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Oswald Fudge. I met him once when he was awarded the Order of Merlin.

Orlando's indifference was at odds with the frenzied atmosphere in the auditorium. He didn't feel that he had done anything special, because all this was just a transaction.

"Harry, Ron, this is for you." Orlando offered two hundred Galleons and gave them one hundred each.

"What's this for?" Harry pushed Gallon back in front of him, while Ron looked at Orlando blankly.

"This is what you deserve. After all, you also contributed to uncovering Lockhart's conspiracy."

"But we didn't do anything?"

"That's right, you deserve this money, I can't ask for it." Ron summoned up all his courage to refuse.

"Take it, we did it together, and everyone should have a share." Hermione understood Orlando and persuaded.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and finally put it away.

Orlando stuffed the rest of the money together with the purse into Hermione's hands, "Let's leave it to you for safekeeping."

"Well, I'll keep it safe."

After the dinner, there was a carnival going on in the Gryffindor common room, and they surrounded Orlando, everyone wanted to shake hands and hug their champion, which made Orlando very uncomfortable, but at this time Percy came from The crowd squeezed in, and so that Orlando could hear him, he shouted loudly, "Orlando, Dumbledore wants you and Harry to go to the headmaster's office."

Relieved, Orlando quickly squeezed out of the carnival crowd.

At this time, in the principal's office, Fudge was roaring loudly, and Dumbledore actually told him that the diary in front of him was a dark magic item left by Voldemort when he was young, and it was through it that the Dark Lord controlled Lockhart at Hogwarts Created a series of attacks, if the truth is spread, how much panic will it cause?How much impact will it have on the Ministry of Magic?Dumbledore would not be unclear, so he firmly disagreed with Dumbledore's statement, and the two had a violent conflict.

Orlando pushed through the door, followed by Harry.Orlando saw Cornelius Oswald Fudge sitting on the sofa at a glance. At this moment, his face was extremely grim, the creases on his face were all twisted into a ball, and he seemed to be still sulking. For Orlando and Harry who came in, he Didn't even look at it.

Dumbledore was still as calm and calm as ever, and he didn't affect his emotions because of Fudge's affairs.

"Orlando, I need you to recount the battle with Lockhart." Dumbledore winked at him.

"Okay, Professor,"

So Orlando focused on how Lockhart attacked him, how he turned defeat into victory, and discovered the fact that he was controlled by Tom Riddle in the process. As for whether Fudge believes it or not, it has nothing to do with him.

Sure enough, Fudge insisted that Lockhart was a dark wizard, and it was the fault of Dumbledore's improper selection. As for Dumbledore's fault to the Dark Lord, in his opinion, this was sophistry. How could it be possible for a dead person? Control another person with items left behind decades ago?Even if this person were the Dark Lord, it would be impossible.

For this reason, the two started a new round of verbal battles. Harry was naturally on Dumbledore's side. He told the story of his accidental acquisition of the diary, and based on the information they investigated, he judged that the diary was 50 years old. Left behind by the former Dark Lord.

"In other words, this diary has its own ideas, and it also takes you to revisit the scene 50 years ago?" Fudge caught the loopholes in Harry's language and continued to ask: "If he is the Dark Lord, why didn't he go back and forth on the spot?" To kill you, knowing that you are his sworn enemy?"

"That's because it was made by Voldemort when he was young, Connelly, he didn't know what happened afterwards." Dumbledore sighed and explained for Harry.

"It's really ridiculous. Do you think people will believe this kind of lie?" Fudge growled.

"I'm not lying. Orlando, Ron, and Hermione can all testify for me." Harry blushed and said loudly.

"Okay, no one will believe the jokes of a few children." Fudge snorted, "I think this is the end of the matter, you don't want to lose the 2000 Galleons you just got, it's a lot of money. "

When he said this, Fudge stared at Orlando. It was an obvious warning, as if telling him that the money was a hush money from the Ministry of Magic. If you don't want to cause trouble, you'd better take the money and shut up obediently.

Orlando shrugged, indicating that it had nothing to do with him, he was just a passerby.

On the way back, Harry was filled with righteous indignation and seemed to be very angry, "Why is he like this, why doesn't he believe such an obvious thing?"

Orlando patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Politicians all over the world are the same. For their political achievements, the white ones can be called black, and the black ones can also be called white. It doesn't matter to them, so Harry really doesn't have to be so angry, didn't you see that Dumbledore was calm the whole time?"

"Then let us go and explain to him? Why bother?"

"Hehe, it's just a formality, why bother, you think the Ministry of Magic's money is so easy to get, it's our hush money, so that we don't go around talking nonsense, understand?"

Harry was so angry that he didn't speak, and he couldn't figure it out for a while since he hadn't experienced social beatings.

On the contrary, Orlando thinks that such a result is quite good. Both sides get what they need without interfering with each other.The Ministry of Magic needs tranquility, and Orlando needs a low profile.Others don't know, but he knows very well that Voldemort will make a comeback in a few years.At that time, if Voldemort knew the good deeds he had done all these years, he would not want to kill him and hurry up.

"Harry, I have something else to do, so I won't go back with you to celebrate, help me to send a message to Hermione." After speaking, he put an invisibility charm on himself, followed Harry into the doorway, and avoided The carnival crowd quietly went back to the dormitory alone.

"Little master, are you back? The old master is waiting for you." Yuri hastily greeted him, and his hands and feet became more agile after regaining his vitality.

"Yuri, you...how did you become younger? Also, what's the matter with your ears, why do I feel a different pressure from you?" Capri was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"This." Yuri didn't know whether to explain, he looked at Orlando.

"Okay, we are all our own people, there is no need to hide it, this is Huafan blood coagulation pill, you take it well, Yuri will tell you how to take it." Orlando poured out a pill and stuffed it into Capri's hand.

The scent of the Huafan Blood Congealing Pill in his hand made Kabri tremble, his whole body trembled, and the blood flow accelerated under the stimulation of the smell of the medicine.

Capri instinctively felt that this elixir was very important to him, because he had never wanted something as urgently as he was now.

"Master." Capri crawled under Orlando's feet, kissing his shoes again and again, expressing his inner excitement.

"Okay, okay, get up quickly, Yuri has also taken it, you can ask him if you don't know anything, I have something to do with the teacher, you wait here for me to come back." After explaining, Orlando took a step forward Go to the living room.

(End of this chapter)