I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Harry and Ron looked at Hermione in shock. This was the first time they had seen her take the initiative to hold a boy's hand. Ron's mouth widened with a look of disbelief on his face, while Harry pretended that his lenses were worn and he didn't see anything. arrive.

"What happened to you? How did you end up like this?" Hermione asked distressedly, regardless of her embarrassment.

"Is this a long story?" Orlando glanced at Harry and Ron awkwardly.

"Then let's make a long story short." Hermione was very dissatisfied with his attitude, "You don't know how many times we have looked for you?"

"I didn't." Ron muttered.

"Did you let me speak?" Hermione glared at him fiercely.

Ron shrank his neck and didn't dare to speak, while Harry just wanted to laugh.

"Well, there was something wrong with the practice. There was an accident while refining the elixir, and that's the result." Orlando said hurriedly, not wanting to get entangled in this issue.

"Cultivation? Alchemy?" Harry asked in confusion.

Hermione also looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Yes, you know that I practice soul magic. I studied under Nico Flamel. Soul magic involves the soul. Do you remember that we attended Headless Nick's death anniversary dinner not long ago?"

"Remember, I'm impressed." Harry said hurriedly.

"Yes, inspired by the banquet, I tried to open the Sea of ​​Souls, but something went wrong and I almost died."

"Almost died?" Hermione's eyes widened in horror.

"Yes, my consciousness fell into the sea of ​​souls and I couldn't get out. If the teacher hadn't treated me in time, I almost died."

"Oh my God, Orlando, what are you practicing? This is too dangerous." Ron, who comes from a wizarding family, knows more or less. After all, Harry and Hermione have less experience and don't know what's going on. risks of.

"What's going on, Ron?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"I'm not very clear about this. I've heard my father talk about it occasionally. Some ancient magic families have their own unique magic inheritance. This kind of inheritance requires extremely high qualifications and is extremely difficult to practice. My father once mentioned that there are One is called...what's his name? I forgot his name. I just remember that he turned himself into a stone when he was practicing, and was found dead decades later."

Hermione clenched her fists and covered her mouth, "Orlando, is soul magic practice really so dangerous?"

"It's... okay, it's not as exaggerated as Ron said."

"Can you not practice this?" Hermione asked with a pleading look on her face.

"This... I'm afraid it won't work." Orlando didn't know how to answer.

"Why not? There are so many students in Hogwarts, but no one is practicing soul magic." Hermione tried to persuade Orlando.

"Hermione, this is the path I have chosen."

"Can't you give up? Even...even if it's for me." Hermione blushed and said these words.

Ron looked at Harry in shock. Harry's eyes were shining, he couldn't believe it. Is this still the Hermione he knew?

This time it was Orlando's turn to blush. His originally red skin now seemed to be filled with blood, and the bright red blood vessels could be seen through the skin.

"Don't make it difficult for me, Hermione. You must know that every great wizard must follow his own path in the end. I am just walking in front. When you grow up and your magic power reaches a bottleneck, you will also face this problem. .”

Hermione looked at him with dull eyes, feeling disappointed and lonely.

"I'm going back to the dormitory first." Hermione randomly put her homework into her schoolbag and carried it out of the common room door.

"Okay, how did it happen?" Harry sighed.

Orlando also had a headache. He didn't expect to encounter such a problem as soon as he came back. He could feel Hermione's concern, but he was not mentally prepared for this kind of concern.

"Orlando, you're miserable." Ron made a helpless face.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Harry, why did you leave a message about the heir of Slytherin?"

Harry and Ron hurriedly told Orlando about their recent discoveries and their speculations.

"You mean Malfoy is the heir of Slytherin?"

"Who else could he be? He is the only one who hopes most to drive Squibs and Muggle-born people out of Hogwarts." Ron emphasized through gritted teeth.

"I'm afraid you are overestimating him. As for him, I don't think he has this ability." Orlando said firmly.

"Of course it's him." Seeing that Orlando didn't believe him, Ron emphasized, "You heard him say: 'You are next, Mudbloods.' In fact, you only need to look at his ugly rat face to know It's him."

Harry nodded vigorously. Seeing that Orlando still didn't believe it, Harry added: "Look at their family, their whole family is in Slytherin. He often uses this to show off to others, they are probably Slytherin." Descendants. His father is evil enough, don’t you think? Orlando.”

"They may have held the key to the secret chamber for centuries," Ron said. "It has been passed down from generation to generation, from father to son..."

"You are so imaginative, Harry and Ron." Orlando shook his head.

"Why don't you believe us?" Ron was anxious, and his voice became louder unconsciously, which suddenly alarmed the others.

"Keep your voice down, Ron." Harry hurriedly pretended to have finished his homework and closed the book.

"Okay, let's not talk about it for now. Do you have any evidence?" Orlando asked.

"Hermione has an idea. We are about to ask for your help?" Harry glanced at Percy who was immersed in writing at the other end of the lounge and whispered.

"What's the idea?"

"She said what we need to do is sneak into the Slytherin common room and ask Malfoy a few questions without letting him recognize us," Ron said hurriedly.

"Do you want to borrow the invisibility charm from me?"

"We have invisibility cloaks, so we don't need them," Harry said.

"We need you to help us brew Polyjuice Potion, Orlando." Ron came over and said in a low voice, looking around for fear of being overheard.

Orlando frowned. Preparing polyjuice potion was not a problem for him. He just felt that these friends might take it too much for granted. In a few words, what problem could this solve?Forget it, just play with them.

"Did you get the ingredients, I mean, to brew the Polyjuice Potion, did you get the target's hair?"

"This..." Ron hesitated, not knowing what to say.

"Not yet." Harry finished for him.

"When you get the materials, come back to me."

"So, you agree?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yes, agreed, wish you good luck."

After receiving his promise, Harry and Ron immediately beamed.

At this time, Orlando was still having a headache about Hermione. The lost look when she left was lingering in his mind. This was the first time in his life that he felt this way.He thought, he had to do something, he didn't want to regret it.

"You guys get busy first, I'm going back to the dormitory."

Back in the dormitory, Orlando thought about it and finally decided to let Cabri take a trip.