I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 173
"Orlando, what are you doing?" Harry, who had just come back from playing wildly outside the castle, looked at them in surprise.

"Obviously, homework." Orlando shrugged, and Hermione looked up at Harry and Ron, signaling them not to disturb her homework.

Harry shrank his neck, and Ron had a ghostly expression on his face, "She forgot to do her winter vacation homework?" He muttered in a low voice, afraid that Hermione would hear him.

"What should we do?" Harry asked quietly.

"What should I do?" Ron didn't respond.

"Homework, didn't you say that you just copied Orlando's, and now he hasn't written it himself, what should we do?"

"It's over, how did I forget this?"

No matter how much they whispered, they could not escape Orlando's sensitive ears, and he gave them a half-smile.

"Why don't you come over and do homework together." Since they are all suffering brothers, why leave them behind, "You don't want to deduct points as soon as the new semester starts?"

Hermione also looked up at the two of them, her eyes revealed that if they dared to deduct points as soon as school started, and let Gryffindor rank bottom, they would kill them.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, and reluctantly took out their schoolbags and sat obediently across from them to join the army of homework. As the number of people in the common room increased, Orlando found that most of the grid None of the Lanffindors had finished their winter homework, and almost half of them were copying each other.

Fortunately, the professors at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry are very reasonable. They did not ask the students to hand in their homework as soon as the term started. After three days of busy work, Orlando finally finished all the homework. There is no plagiarism or perfunctory, because with Hermione's supervision, he has to write these carefully by himself.

Although this is not a very strenuous task for him, the time and energy required to write so many words are indispensable. After writing the last word, Orlando threw away the quill in his hand and crossed his legs. Kai paralyzed and sat motionless on the chair.

Harry had quick eyes and quick hands, and quickly grabbed his homework. Under Hermione's glaring gaze, he and Ron huddled together and started copying.

"Aren't you going to stop them?" Seeing that Harry and Ron were used to her glare, Hermione said to Orlando reproachfully.

"I don't want to worry about them anymore, let them go, anyway, I've finished my homework." Orlando looked at the ceiling without focusing his eyes, motionless like a fish out of water.

"Hmph." Hermione snorted to express her dissatisfaction. She didn't have Orlando's photographic memory, and she needed to turn over books to find answers to many questions, so she couldn't do it as quickly as he did. This made her very dissatisfied with herself.

After a while of not wanting to let go of anything, Orlando finally came to his senses. He thoughtfully poured a drink for the busy people, while he held a cup of tea and sat on the armchair in front of the fireplace to warm up and think. with something.

Two years later, the wizarding world would usher in World War II. It might not be possible to eliminate Voldemort with his current level of Taoism, but self-protection was not a big problem.But this is not enough, he also has weaknesses. After all, his parents, including Hermione's parents, are ordinary people, and they have no resistance against wizards.

Judging from what Voldemort has done in the past, it is impossible for him to give up the extreme thought of "pure blood theory".In this way, he, who is a little famous, is very likely to be one of his must-kill targets.And Orlando is obviously not a person waiting to be caught, and the conflict between him and Voldemort is inevitable. Once Voldemort has nothing to do with him, he will probably resort to coercion and temptation. In this way, it will be very difficult for his relatives and friends. Not to be involved.

Orlando couldn't determine how long this wizarding war would last, and he didn't know how to persuade his parents and relatives to give up their current life and hide. After all, they were just ordinary people, and it was difficult for them to integrate into the magical world after breaking away from the mundane world.

"What are you thinking about?" Hermione put away her schoolbag and walked over.

"It's nothing, the homework is all done?" Orlando stretched his waist and said with a smile, "How is your Chinese?"

"Why do you suddenly think of asking this? Do you have something to hide from me?" The woman's intuition is still very accurate.

"It's nothing, I just think that if possible, let your parents learn a little Chinese, maybe it will be useful."

"Well, why are you acting weird today?" Hermione reached out and touched his forehead, then tried her own.

"I'm sober, just in case." Orlando grabbed the hand she extended, and continued: "Aren't you always interested in the ancient Chinese civilization? The huge market and human resources are a depression for investment and business, I am going to persuade my family to move there, can you join me?"

"This..." Hermione never thought about this question, and she didn't know how to reply to Orlando, "You've confused my mind, let me think about it."

"Think about it slowly, but remember to keep it secret. I'm going to take some time to visit Hong Kong. It's best to wait until I've chosen a place to stay."

"Are you serious?" Hermione was surprised, "Did you foresee something? Why do I think you are weird recently."

"Believe me, I won't harm you." Orlando held her hand tightly, looked into her eyes and said, "Although there will be no danger for the time being, we have to plan early, and I don't want to be injured because of our negligence." In the future, there will be no regrets for a lifetime."

Hermione saw that his attitude was unusually sincere, and her eyes were firmer than ever before. Tomorrow, this is not a joke, she nodded subconsciously, "I believe in you, and I will find a way to convince them."

"That's good. You don't need to worry about the money. I will find a way to get a sum of money as funds for the migration."

"What are you talking about?" Ron suddenly leaned over, "Who wants to move?"

"Have you finished copying your homework?" Hermione squinted her eyes and said with her hips akimbo, "I'll complain to Professor McGonagall if I do this again."

Ron shrank his neck, quickly changed the subject, and said mysteriously, "Harry got a broomstick for Christmas. Guess what model it is."

"Nimbus 2000?" Hermione was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. Although she was not forgiving, she never made a small report, and Ron knew it.

"It's the Firebolt." Ron's exaggerated expression was full of envy.

"Who gave it to you?" Although she doesn't play Quidditch, she still knows about the Firebolt. Hogsmeade Village has its advertisement. It is said that the latest version of the broomstick is not yet mass-produced, and the market price has been raised. 1000 galleons a handful.

You know, at this stage, the Firebolt is a special broom for all kinds of official Quidditch matches, representing the highest level of craftsmanship in the magic world. Polished with a polish as hard as a diamond, each twig at its tail is carefully selected to ensure its flow is perfect, which is why it is unmatched in balance and precision.

The Firebolt with this technology can instantly accelerate to 150 miles per hour within ten seconds, which fully reflects the charm of its braking device and is the first choice that any Quidditch player dreams of.

"I don't know, it's an anonymous package. I suspect it was sent by Professor Lupine, but he doesn't look rich." Ron shrugged, "You can see the real thing later, haha Lee has gone back to get it."

Hermione frowned, she always felt that there was something tricky in it, who would give such an expensive thing for Christmas if it wasn't relative or relative.

Without keeping them waiting for long, Harry ran in with a "babble".

"I'm here." Harry was holding a long package, and he couldn't wait to share his joy with his good friends. He gently put the package on the table, slowly opened the lid of the box, slightly Excitedly said: "Look, this is the Firebolt."

(End of this chapter)