I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Early the next morning, at Hermione's urging, Orlando sneaked into Lockhart's office quietly and unspelled him without him knowing it, fulfilling his promise to Dumbledore ahead of schedule.

Seeing Lockhart, whose hair had grown again, appear in the auditorium in high spirits, Orlando curled his lips and said, "This guy is getting an advantage."

"You sir have a lot, so don't worry about it. This Spanish sausage is here to reward you." Hermione gave him a sausage and coaxed with a smile.

While eating sausages and watching Lockhart and Dumbledore chatting and laughing, Orlando came up with a plan, "If you don't let me cause trouble for him, it's not an exaggeration for me to trick him into making some money."

"What are you laughing at?" Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

"It's nothing. I won't go to class today. Please ask for a day off for me."

"You're not trying to cause trouble with Lockhart again, are you?"

"How is it possible? Don't you think that Lockhart's strength and status as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts are very inappropriate? And as a member of Hogwarts students and an assistant professor, do I have the responsibility to help him? A handful."

"Are you sure you want to help him? Rather than punish him?" Hermione didn't believe it at all.

"Forget it if you don't believe me, just wait and see." Orlando didn't explain much and ate his breakfast quickly.

"Remember to ask for leave for me." After saying that, he quickly ran away.

"What's wrong with Orlando?" Harry asked in confusion.

"He asked me to ask for leave for him, saying...forget it, let's not talk about it." Hermione was a little upset.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and didn't dare to ask again. It was better to wait until Orlando came back before asking him.

Orlando ran back to the dormitory and asked Cabri to watch for him while he got into the mobile suitcase.

"Little master, are you back?" Yuri opened the door for him in a hurry.

"What about the teacher?"

"In the study, do you want me to call him?"

"No, I'll just grab something and leave."

After saying that, he went straight to his independent alchemy room.

"Little master, do you want to help?" Yuri was holding a tray with bread, meat sauce and milk on it.

"No, I've had breakfast. Go to the storeroom and bring me some gold and silver."

Orlando played with the rings in his hands. These were the ones he practiced when he was learning alchemy. They had only one function and were not very powerful. They were thrown into the corner by him, and now they were all turned out by him.

"Little master, these are the gold nuggets and silver bars you want. The old master asked me to ask you, what happened to the school?"

"It's okay. School is fine. I'm just going to get some things and make some money on the way. I'll go back to school later. You don't have to prepare my lunch."

"Little master, are you short of money? The old master said that you can use the Galleons in the vault as you like."

"Hey, I can't explain it to you, so you don't have to worry about it."

Yuri hesitated to speak. He didn't understand what the young master wanted to do, but he didn't dare to ask more, so he had to report the situation here to the old master.

Orlando spent a quarter of an hour plating the ten rings with gold and silver, and spent another half an hour polishing them. Sure enough, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, and after packaging them, they turned out to be of high quality.

Orlando grabbed a handful of rings and walked out happily.

"Stop, what are you doing with all these fancy things?" Nico Flamel held a purple clay pot and drank tea leisurely under the porch.

"Hey, teacher, why did I wake you up?"

"You're not your kid yet. Yuri said you're short of money? What's going on?"

"Oh, you're talking about this," Orlando spread his hands, "These are all defective products from my practice. I thought it would be useless to put them anywhere, so I just reused them and made some money on the way."

Nico Lemeido is a shrewd person, and he understands Orlando's intentions at a glance.Suddenly he said with a bit of laughter and tears: "A disciple of a generation alchemist master, just for a little money, you use these things to fool people, and you are not afraid of ruining your reputation?"

"Don't worry, teacher, this man is just a liar. Not only will he not expose me, but he will also help me cover up, so I feel at ease with the money I defrauded him of." Orlando explained plausibly. Besides, after two lifetimes, he would never be able to do anything. He cared about face, so he never cared about his reputation.

"Forget it, young people have tempers. I'm old and can't control you."

Nico Flamel knew that this disciple had a good idea, but whatever he wanted to do, ten horses could not pull him back.

"Haha, look at what you said, I'm just having some fun, adjusting my life, don't be angry, you'll have to make elixirs for you if you're so angry." Orlando quickly relaxed the atmosphere with a playful smile.

"Let's see what you can do. Leave quickly. I won't leave you to eat." Nico Flamel wasn't really angry either.

"Okay, then I'm leaving!"

After returning to school, Orlando did not find Lockhart immediately. Instead, he wrote a letter and asked the owl to send it to him, and made an appointment to meet him one night. After a while, the owl flew back with a reply. Hart agreed.

So, after dinner, Orlando refused Hermione's request to go with him and went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office alone. Lockhart was already waiting inside.

"Professor, good evening!"

"Hey, welcome, our famous classmate Orlando, would you like to drink something? I have lemonade, fresh juice, Norwegian black tea..."

"Black tea, thank you."

After taking a sip of tea, Orlando went straight to the point and said, "Professor, I heard that you were attacked by someone. Is it true?"

"This... this is a rumor. With my strength, how can I be attacked by someone? Even if someone wants to attack me, my level of magic master will definitely make it impossible for him to come back."

"But this is what Professor Dumbledore told me." Resisting the urge to kick him, Orlando pushed out Dumbledore as a shield.

When he heard it was Dumbledore, Lockhart suddenly felt bad and had a constipated expression on his face.

"Why did he tell you this?"

"Perhaps you want me to provide you with some help. As you know, my teacher Nicol Flamel is the greatest alchemist today. The magic props he made are known to the world. Maybe Dumbledore thinks that you Maybe there is such a need, but now it seems that he may have made a mistake, so be it, Professor Lockhart, I'm sorry to bother you." Orlando nodded politely and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, you just said that you can provide alchemy magic items made by Master Nico Flamel?"

"Yes, it's the real deal."

"This, this, can you give me a few? I mean, you know, sometimes being famous will always lead to trouble. Although I am very powerful, I can't always be on guard. Do you understand what I mean?" Lockhart rubbed his hands together to hide his desire.

"I understand. It's easy to dodge an open attack but hard to defend against a hidden attack. No matter how powerful a person is, there will be times when he relaxes."

"That's right, that's what it means."

"But, you know, the teacher is extremely rich and has never been short of money. You can't buy the magic props he made on the market. I don't know what price I should give you. Besides, I am still a student and I don't understand the market at all. If I sell it to you cheaply and the teacher finds out, he will think you are bullying me because I am young and ignorant. You know his bad temper and I don’t want to be implicated because of you."

Lockhart touched his nose, not daring to be petty. He still knew Nico Flamel, a ruthless man who dared to kick down the door of the International Federation of Wizards headquarters, and he could not afford to offend him.