I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 127 The Shocked Harry

"Orlando, why don't we help them?" Looking at Harry and Ron who were isolated by everyone, Hermione couldn't bear it.

Orlando, who was immersed in the study of stone drum texts, had no time to take care of these things, so he said without raising his head: "It's good to let them see the dangers of the human heart, lest they do something stupid when their brains get hot."

"Help me to see, is this passage translated like this?" Orlando handed Hermione a piece of parchment and said.

In the past few days, the two of them studied Stone Drum Wen whenever they had time. Orlando found that Hermione not only had a good memory, but also had a quick brain, and her language talent was amazing. She often had different opinions on learning Stone Drum Wen.

"If you don't help, I will." Even though she knew it was Harry and the others asking for it, Hermione still couldn't help it.

Ever since the gang fight last time, Harry and Ron suddenly became the sinners of Gryffindor. Everyone disliked them. Those with better tempers turned a blind eye to them, while those with bad tempers at least spoke sarcastically, and more Then they swear at each other, and Harry and Ron are a little closed after repeated times.

At first they both wanted to argue for themselves, but no amount of arguing would change the fact that they had caused Gryffindor to lose the House Cup.So their argument was sophistry in the eyes of others, and in this way, they became silent, because no one wanted to hear what they had to say.

Harry tried his best not to think about the Academy Cup, but the more he was like this, the more he couldn't help thinking about it.He tried to use the mental forging method taught by Orlando to concentrate on making the short stick float, but every time he only succeeded halfway - the short stick could not stay in the air for a long time, and would soon fall down.

Ron was in exactly the same situation as him. The two of them didn't speak in the corner, they practiced persistently and repeatedly, as if they were competing with the short stick.

"Okay, you two take a break, the final exam is coming soon, why don't you take the time to review your homework?" Hermione said, putting her notebook in front of them.

"Orlando called you here?" Harry asked, putting down the short stick in his hand, "does he not blame us?"

"I think it would make me feel better if he scolded us or beat us up." Ron looked frustrated.

"Don't be stupid, you two, do you think Orlando will care about these vanities, or do you think that your friend is not as good as a college cup in his heart?" Hermione said angrily.

"So he doesn't blame us anymore?" Harry asked hopefully.

"When did I blame you?" Orlando walked over and sat down in a seat where there was no one else. "Or is it that I am so narrow-minded in your hearts?"

"No, we." Harry hesitated, not knowing what to say.

"Okay, needless to say, I understand. Since you feel guilty, why don't you work hard to earn back the lost points? It's better than complaining about being a coward here."

"We're not you, who can make great contributions and earn a lot of points casually." Ron said sourly.

"Then you are going to be so decadent and give up on yourself? Where's your courage?" Hermione roared angrily.

"Whatever we do is wrong, and it will only discredit Gryffindor. It is better to do nothing." Harry said with a numb and frustrated expression.

"Hahaha" Orlando laughed out loud. As far as Harry and Ron's naive thoughts are concerned, Dumbledore still has a long way to go to train them to be successors.

"Orlando, what do you mean?" Harry suddenly became unhappy.

"Are you here to laugh at us too?" Ron blushed excitedly.

"No, I didn't come to laugh at you, I just think Dumbledore has misjudged." Orlando withdrew his smile and looked at them seriously.

"What does this have to do with Dumbledore?" Harry and Ron looked puzzled, only Hermione seemed concerned.

"There are some things you don't understand yet, but there will always be a day when you will understand, so make yourself stronger as soon as possible. Only when you are strong, can you be fearless. What is this setback in front of you? I I hope that these setbacks can become a sharpening stone for you to move forward, not a hindrance that makes you retreat. I think this may be what Dumbledore expects to see, so can you understand?"

Some things Orlando can't say too bluntly, after all, there is Dumbledore, an old fox, and the best way for him as an outsider is to follow the trend.

"Think about it." Orlando patted their shoulders, got up and left.

Perhaps Orlando's conversation helped, or maybe Harry and Ron had already figured it out. In the next two weeks, they no longer deliberately avoided everyone, but devoted themselves to reviewing before the exam. .

Orlando didn't care much about his test scores. After all, he was already familiar with the second-grade textbooks by heart, but Hermione couldn't stop nagging in his ear all day long, so he had to go through the key points with him.

Orlando has a good habit of studying, that is, circle the things that you don’t understand, turn the books to solve the problems you can solve, and ask the professor after class if you can’t solve the problems through the books. He has a good memory and a photographic memory, so he has learned The books basically don't need to be read again.

In order to prove that he doesn't need to review, Orlando asked Hermione to test him with the notes with the key points of the exam. After a quick question and answer, Hermione closed the notes depressed, expressing that she was deeply shocked.

Harry and Ron were also hit. They really couldn't figure it out. They also deserted in class. How could there be such a big gap?

In a blink of an eye, it was time to take the Hogwarts Express train home. Orlando, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Neville, and Ginny occupied a separate compartment. Since Neville was rescued, he was very special Thanks Orlando.Hearing from Hermione, he secretly set up an Orlando Adorer's Association. It is said that there are quite a few members in the association, and most of them are girls. For this reason, Hermione often teased him about it.

When the train was about to arrive at King's Cross Station, Orlando helped Hermione pack her things, and the two met and left the station together.

Orlando didn't have many things, and most of his things were in the psychic bracelet, so he pushed Hermione's box and walked ahead in a gentlemanly way.

"Hi, here, baby." A high-pitched female voice sounded, and Hermione turned her head suddenly.

"Mom" Hermione dropped the package and rushed towards the woman. The two hugged each other and kissed each other on the cheeks. Another middle-aged man also came over behind him. After embracing his daughter, he noticed Orlando.

The middle-aged man came over and shook hands with Orlando.

"Hi, I'm Hermione's father Wendell Granger, you can call me Wendell."

"Hi, I'm Orlando Bloom, Hermione's classmate."

"My daughter often mentions you, you are a great guy, are you dating?" Wendell was very enthusiastic, looking at Orlando with appreciation.

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Hermione said shyly as she broke free from her mother's arms and ran over to hold her father's arm.

At this time, Edward Adam Bloom, who came to pick him up, also found Orlando, and he trotted over.

"Every time I come to London, there will be a traffic jam. Am I late, Orlando," Edward patted his son on the shoulder.

"Dad, let me introduce you. At this time, Hermione Granger is my classmate at school. These are her parents."

Hermione came over shyly and greeted Edward politely.

"Oh, what a beautiful little girl," Edward hurriedly shook hands with Wendell, "Hello, hello!"

"Uncle, Auntie, I would like to invite Hermione to my house to play during the summer vacation, I wonder if it is possible?" Orlando asked obediently.

Wendell Granger looked at his wife, and then at his daughter. At this time, Hermione blushed, took Orlando's hand, and whispered: "It's not a deal, but later Can we talk about it in a few days?"

"I think it would be more sincere to invite in person." Orlando winked at her.

(End of this chapter)