I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 183
"Hey, it's Hedwig, and Wukong." Hermione said suddenly.

Two owls flew in one after the other. Orlando took the letter and picked up the corn kernels on the table and fed them. Wukong was very happy to eat.

"It's a letter from Hagrid," Orlando glanced at the name on the envelope, and said, "Help me see what it says?" He handed the letter to Hermione casually.

The note inside the envelope read: Dear Orlando and Hermione, would you like to have tea with me tonight around six o'clock?I will meet you at the castle and wait for me in the hall.Hagrid.

"We've been invited, too," said Harry, holding the note in his hand.

"Are you going? He probably wants to hear all about Black."

"It might be Buckbeak. Don't forget that this matter is not over yet." Orlando suddenly remembered something and said.

"You mean Malfoy's accusation against Hagrid?" Hermione frowned. She felt an uncomfortable sense of guilt. would be frightened, and Hagrid would not be targeted by the Ministry of Magic.

"Don't worry, I didn't arrange a backhand a long time ago, trust me."

"Second hand? Is it the elixir? I remember what you said was blood coagulation." Ron said hastily.

"Shut up, didn't I tell you not to mention this matter, you don't have any sense of secrecy." Orlando reprimanded in a low voice, he regretted letting Ron, a big mouth, know this.

Although Ron was unhappy, he still chose to keep his mouth shut. After all, Orlando said to keep it secret.

When Orlando and Hermione emerged from the Room of Requirement at night, Harry and Ron were already waiting in the Great Hall, and Hagrid led them across the campus to his cabin.

"Is Buckbeak all right?" Hermione asked once they entered the room.

"Fortunately, I keep it in the house." Hagrid turned his body to let them in.

Orlando caught sight of the gigantic Buckbeak lying on Hagrid's patched sheets, his huge wings folded tightly at his sides, enjoying a plate of dead ferrets.

"You keep it as a pet, Hagrid." Orlando smiled.

Harry noticed that Hagrid had a huge, furry brown suit and a hideous yellow and orange tie hanging on the door of Hagrid's wardrobe.

"What are these things for, Hagrid?"

"It's for the court, Buckbeak vs. the Commission on the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures," said Hagrid. "I'm going to London with him next Friday, and I've booked two berths on the Knights bus." .”

Hermione stroked Buckbeak's head, looking at his big eyes full of guilt.

"Hagrid doesn't need to worry, no matter what the outcome is, Buckbeak will be fine, trust me." Orlando didn't believe that the evolved Hippogriff could not deal with a few ordinary wizards.

"I'm always uncertain, you know, they locked me in Azkaban, those were my darkest days, and now I'm scared just thinking about it." Hagrid's two furry palms were entangled Together, said anxiously.

"I've prepared you for the worst-case scenario. What are you afraid of? The big deal is to sentence Buckbeak to death. If that's the case, you can follow what I said and serve it when they pronounce the sentence." For the elixir, it is best to be on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, let it break free from the rope and escape, so that not only can you get rid of the responsibility, Buckbeak will not have to be punished, and it will kill two birds with one stone."

"Is this okay?" Hagrid was still a little worried.

"Sure, trust me." Orlando didn't tell him that he actually had a backup, and that was Hai Erbo. If Buckbeak couldn't escape on his own, he would let Hai Erbo help him escape.

Hermione glanced at Orlando, she knew about this, so she wasn't very worried.

There is still a lot of trust in Orlando Hagrid, and this trust is completely based on strength.

After that, Hagrid entertained everyone for tea, and he also prepared rock biscuits. To be honest, this kind of biscuit was as hard as a rock, except for a half-giant like Hagrid, it was really difficult for ordinary people to eat.

Out of guilt, Hermione wrote down the points that need to be paid attention to during the interrogation and made them into small cards for Hagrid to carry. Harry and Ron offered ideas on the sidelines. Although it was useless, it finally eased Hagrid's anxiety.

They stayed until nine o'clock at night, when Hagrid sent them back to the castle.

"Hey, Malfoy should be beaten up if I say so, if it weren't for him, Hagrid, why would he have so many troubles." Ron babbled on the way back.

"What do you think old Malfoy thinks, spending so much energy just to deal with a magical creature?" Harry was a little puzzled.

"What else can I think, to show the nobility of pure blood." Ron said sourly.

"You take it for granted. Old Malfoy is not targeting Buckbeak, nor Hagrid, but Dumbledore. He wants to bring down Dumbledore, but he is afraid of his strength, so he spares no effort to discredit him. He's causing trouble, and he's in agreement with Fudge on this point, which is why I'm not optimistic about Hagrid's trial."

"No wonder my dad said old Malfoy was Fudge's guest, and he often followed him in and out of the Ministry of Magic's activities."

"I hate these hypocritical politicians." Hermione has never hated the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic so much. She used to dream of working in the Ministry of Magic after graduation. After seeing what the Ministry of Magic did one after another, her idea gradually faded.

"Hey, what did I find?" A figure pierced through the wall and stopped in midair, "There are a few little ghosts who don't sleep, here we are."

It was Peeves, who had just overturned the desks and chairs in the ancient Chinese classroom, and when he was about to walk through the corridor to the other side, he bumped into Orlando and the others who were returning to the dormitory.When it saw Orlando's face clearly, it choked back halfway through what it said.

"It's Mr. Ghost Messenger, Peeves sends his greetings to you, and I wish you a happy evening!" After saying "pow", he jumped into the wall and disappeared.

"Am I so scary?" Orlando actually didn't want to do anything to Peeves, he shrugged and said.

"It's still your majesty, if only I could be like you sometime." Ron said enviously.

"Then work harder, don't think about playing all day long."

A few people came to the Gryffindor tower noisily, and the dwarves were probably tired from patrolling, so they lay down in front of the door.

"What should I do?" Looking at the dwarf Harry who was blocking the way, he was dumbfounded.

"Who's going to shout them away?" Ron held his nose and backed away.

There are four people here, and Hermione, a girl, can't be allowed to do this kind of work, so Orlando had no choice but to stand up. The pungent smell almost made him spit out the overnight meal, and he didn't intend to talk nonsense, just took out Wand, "Wingardim Leviosa."

As he waved his wand, the lying gnomes floated up one after another, and he moved them aside.

The magic movement woke up the dwarves from their sleep. They thought they were under attack, so they raised their sticks and rushed over.

"Fix." After finally moving them away, Orlando didn't want them to get close, and a hold spell fixed them all in place.

"We are Gryffindor students. We are going back to the dormitory to rest now. We are not outsiders or bad people. Do you understand? If you understand, just blink and I will break the spell for you."

The dwarfs hadn't figured out what was going on, but they could still distinguish the school uniforms they were wearing, so they all blinked.

"Solution." Orlando pinched his finger and pointed forward.

Dwarves, creatures with small brains, remember to eat but not to fight. As soon as they resume their actions, they will continue to use force. Orlando had to cast a spell to immobilize them again. This time it lasted for several minutes before breaking the spell. The dwarves calmed down and let them into the lounge.

"Orlando, this trick is really cool, can you teach me." Harry was dumbfounded just now.

"And me." Ron also came over.

"This is Taoism and you can't learn it. The whole body binding spell can also achieve this effect. If you want to learn it, go to Professor Flitwick. He is an expert in this field."

(End of this chapter)