I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 187 The Uncontrollable Joy Curse
Only then did Hermione realize that they still had a Charms class to attend, so Harry and Ron, ignoring the training, hurried towards the marble stairs.

"Why didn't you remind me earlier," Hermione complained while trotting, "It's going to be too late."

"It's because you're angry, don't you dare to say it." Orlando shrugged and took the backpack from his shoulder so that she could run faster.

"You're late, boys!" said Professor Flitwick accusingly as Hermione pushed open the classroom door. "Come in, wands out, we're going to experience the power of the happiness spell today. We've split into pairs..."

The happiness spell is not difficult, but Hermione couldn't be happy in this class. Even if Orlando cast the happiness spell on her, her smile still looked so forced.

Since the Happy Charm was useless, Orlando decided to try the Joyful Charm. He tried hard to brew for a long time, recalling the things that made him happy.For example: the ecstasy when the golden core is successful, the surprise when reincarnated and reborn, the joy when receiving the Hogwarts admission letter, the joy when Nicole Flamel accepted him as a closed student, and the first confirmation with Hermione Scenes of the joy of the relationship came to mind, and then he waved his wand and said the incantation, and an orange halo spread around Orlando.

Everyone who was touched by the light circle couldn't help laughing happily with the corners of their mouths turned up with a smile on their face. This momentum didn't stop because of the blocking of the wall, but quickly spread to most of the castle.

"Not good, it seems that I have used too much force." Because it was the first attempt, Orlando did not deliberately suppress his cultivation when casting this magic.I didn't expect the effect to be so good. Under the blessing of the soul power, a single magic turned into a group magic. In an instant, most of the teachers and students on the campus experienced a feeling of joy.

"Orlando, what is this?" Professor Flitwick quickly reacted, and said dumbfounded, "This is the Charm of Joy, can it still be used like this?" He is also a rare master of spells in the magic world, and this is the first time Found that the spell can be used like this.

"Professor, I'm really sorry. It's also the first time I used this spell, and I couldn't control the intensity. Please forgive me."

"No, student Orlando, you've done a great job. The use of magic is even more perfect than I imagined. I'll give you 5 points, not 10 points." Orlando had never seen Professor Flitwick like this before. Excited and incoherent, like Columbus discovering the New World. "Can you tell me how you use this single-body magic to such a large range?"

Orlando had no choice but to truthfully tell the process of casting the spell just now, and of course he skipped over the things that could not be said.

"Using emotions to drive spiritual power, and then triggering magical resonance?" Professor Flitwick is worthy of being a master of spells, and he quickly found the root cause, "This not only tests a person's mental power, the control of the spell, but also It also needs strong magic support."

The Joy Charm worked surprisingly well. Until dinner, Hogwarts was filled with happy smiles, and many professors were no exception. Even Snape, who had always been stern-faced, couldn't help smiling.

"Orlando, you're really good." Harry and Ron, who finished their review in Professor McGonagall's office, hurried over to eat. Today, Orlando's unintentional magic rescued them, and the furious Professor McGonagall temporarily let them go. Of course, the confinement that should be closed is still indispensable.

"What on earth are you thinking? Why did you start fighting with Malfoy?" Hermione was in a good mood, so she didn't reprimand them.

"It's not that bad guy deliberately showing off in the hall and saying bad things about Hagrid." Ron took a plate of pizza and ate it. "There are also two idiots, Goyle and Crabbe, who just want to do it if they can't say it."

"Malfoy wanted to sneak up on me before we started a war of words. The wand they used first, I naturally wouldn't wait for death. I attacked them with the talisman Orlando taught me, and they were hit before they could finish their spells. You know the rest." Harry didn't feel at all that he had done anything wrong, and he wanted to beat Malfoy a long time ago, especially after the kid framed Buckbeak.

"You guys are relieved, Gryffindor has been deducted a hundred points."

"Professor is too unfair. It's obvious that they were the ones who started it first. They just buckle us and don't punish them. She is still the head of Gryffindor? I don't know, but I thought she belonged to Slytherin." Ron said It was full of food and murmured.

"You still have the nerve to say that Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe were burnt like that, and they are still lying in the school hospital. You have dealt so hard. You are thankful that the professor didn't expel you. What else do you want?"

Hermione became more and more angry, so Orlando had no choice but to act as a peacemaker and poured a glass of milk for Hermione, "Drink some milk to calm down, it's useless to be angry now that things have happened, and Harry and Ron also realized their mistakes Just let them work harder to earn back the deducted points."

"It sounds good. Do you think they have an attitude of admitting their mistakes? You still expect them to earn credits. It's good if they don't deduct credits."

Harry and Ron lowered their heads and said nothing. They also knew that this time the disaster was a bit serious. It could be seen from the attitude of the surrounding Gryffindor students towards them. After all, the House Cup is everyone's honor. In this way, this year's Academy Cup is likely to miss Gryffindor.

Hermione reprimanded them a few words to vent their dissatisfaction on behalf of everyone, otherwise they would not have a better life after being hated all the time.

"The next match with Slytherin, you must beat them to the ground." Ron put down his knife and fork and whispered in Harry's ear.

"Don't worry, we still have Orlando, have you forgotten?" Harry said confidently.

After dinner, Orlando, who was avoiding a group of people asking questions, was about to run away, when a familiar voice sounded, it was Professor McGonagall. It seemed that things were not over this afternoon, so Orlando had to pack up his things and go to the principal's office with her.

Pushing open the door of the principal's office, Orlando realized that Harry and Ron were already here.From their awkward expressions, it was clear that Dumbledore had asked something.

"Professor, are you looking for me?" Orlando was not embarrassed and greeted politely.

"Sit here, what do you want to drink?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Milk tea, thank you."

"Minerva, thank you for bringing them here, I will leave them to me." Dumbledore said on WeChat, and Professor McGonagall nodded and walked out.

Harry was a little nervous. He didn't want to involve his friend because of his recklessness. Before Dumbledore could speak, he said first: "Professor, this has nothing to do with Orlando. It's all me. Hold your hands."

Dumbledore smiled at him and waited for him to finish.Orlando saw some amazement and relief in his eyes, hesitantly the grandfather looked at his great-grandson.

"It's not too busy to explain, Harry, I want to ask how long have you been studying this?"

"It's been almost a year," Harry replied subconsciously.

"One year, you can cast spells without a stick, a great oriental method." Dumbledore said with emotion, he was indeed amazed by Harry.

Only then did Harry realize that he had slipped the tongue, and hurriedly tried to make it up, but the more this happened, the more it seemed that there was no money in this place.

"Professor, I don't know what you're talking about, I mean I don't um, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Okay, Harry, don't explain. There is nothing to hide. I taught you the art of talismans. There is nothing shameful about it, right?" Orlando looked at Dumbledore and said calmly.

"Yes, I want to thank you for putting such a precious, uh, 'Secret Talisman', is that what you say?"

"The art of talismans, professor."

"Yes, sharing the art of talismans with others is a rare quality, especially at your age." Dumbledore gave Orlando a little more approval.

Orlando knew in his heart that he was more pleased with Harry's progress. Although the art of talisman seals was not magic, who would dislike the great improvement of the successor he had chosen?Now that Dumbledore was in a good mood, Orlando had an idea and was going to try it.

"Professor, I have a problem now. I need the blood of the phoenix to heal the wound on my soul. Can you get the blood of the phoenix?" Orlando is not Harry. He knows that crying children have milk, so he said hastily.

"Phoenix Essence Blood, so that's it. So you've already been involved in this field?" Dumbledore stared at Orlando, obviously knowing that Orlando hadn't told the truth last time and had concealed something from him.

(End of this chapter)