I'm a priest at Hogwarts

The endless bookshelf is filled with all kinds of books. At the end of the bookshelf, there is a separate area, which requires a note from the school teacher to enter.

Orlando brought down five books in one breath, and Hermione said in surprise: "There are so many, have you read them all?"

"It's okay, I can finish it."

Next, Hermione, who claims to be a learning genius, was stunned by Orlando's reading speed, which was comparable to a copy machine scanning. She could not imagine that a person could read at such a speed.

This made her suspect that Orlando was putting on a show, but she discovered that every time Orlando read a book, he could write down his reading experience on parchment, ask questions, and summarize his own opinions.

She completely collapsed. She was simply inhuman. Her genius was like a child in front of him. Her original idea of ​​competing with him in study collapsed in an instant.

Putting down the last book, Orlando stretched, and then realized that Hermione's eyes were dull, her pupils were dilated, and she was wandering around, not knowing what she was thinking.

I looked at the time and saw that I was just in time for lunch.

"Hermione? Hermione? It's dinner time."

Hermione came to her senses and had only turned two pages of the book in her hand. He glanced at the pile of books in front of Orlando and several large pages of reading notes, as if he had been hit by tens of thousands of points.

"Orlando, did you read like this before?"

Orlando said while sorting out his stationery: "Yes."

After returning the borrowed books, Orlando said with a pity on his face: "The library does not allow books to be taken out. It is such a pity. It seems that I have to think of a way."

Hermione hadn't recovered from the shock just now. She didn't listen to a word of what Orlando said. She didn't say a word and just walked around in silence.

When the two arrived, the students in the restaurant were already eating.

"Orlando, if you don't come, I will pack it up for you to eat." Harry put down the spoon in his hand.

Ron also saw the two of them, hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth, and said, "We almost had a fight with Malfoy. Seeing that you were not around, this bad guy started to become arrogant again."

Orlando was so hungry that he took an empty dinner plate and started filling it with food. He was not very interested in these children's tricks and dealt with them one after another.

"Hermione, why don't you say anything?" Seeing Orlando's lack of interest, Harry turned to Hermione and asked.

Hermione put down the pumpkin soup and sighed, rolling her eyes at Harry, "I was shocked."

"Who? Orlando didn't beat him down." Ron asked gossiping.

"Who else but Orlando?"

Ron remained silent and glanced at Harry awkwardly, "We don't understand the world of geniuses."

"Yes, I used to be a genius, but in front of him, I was nothing." Hermione continued.

Seeing that the three people were silent, the atmosphere was solemn.

Orlando was a little surprised, smiled and said: "Hurry up and eat. Potions class in the afternoon is not that easy to deal with, especially Harry. I think you will never forget it."

"Why do you say that, Orlando?" Harry asked in confusion.

Orlando shook his head and smiled mysteriously without saying anything. He had to hurry up and eat.

Since he started training, his food intake has increased day by day, and now every meal is three times that of his peers.

"Mysterious, huh." Hermione snorted dissatisfied.

Potions class is held in an underground classroom, which is colder than the main building of the castle above.

Along the basement walls were numerous glass jars, filled with shuddering stuffed animals.

Orlando was not afraid at all, and was observing one by one with great interest. These specimens were all things he had never seen before. They were all magical creatures. Their fur could be used to make talismans and seals, and their flesh and blood could be used to make elixirs and medicines. In his previous life, he had nothing. Classics, but due to lack of materials, many spells cannot be practiced.

"Hello, Professor!" Seeing Professor Snape coming, Orlando said hello politely and returned to his seat.

Professor Snape is an unsmiling person with a typical poker face. Students are afraid of him, but Orlando has been a man of two generations. In his previous life, he was a professor at Nanhai University for more than 20 years. Such small scenes do not scare him.

As expected, this class became Harry's personal show, although he didn't show off.

Snape first mocked Harry maliciously during roll call, and then silenced Harry during the question period. Finally, because the furious Harry contradicted him, he deducted a point from Gryffindor. .

Orlando didn't speak the whole time. He brewed the potion calmly.He knew very well about plots that the reason why Snape did this was simply a continuation of the grudges of the previous generation. Although he was dissatisfied with Snape's approach to children, it was reasonable for the father to repay his debts.

In his previous life, Orlando had a doctorate in both physics and chemistry. He was best at extracting data from experiments and discovering patterns.

These experiences are also applicable to potion refining. Orlando glanced at the textbook, and after he was familiar with the refining steps and precautions, he started to make it.

After a while, a simple potion to treat scabies was successfully prepared.

Orlando's speed and talent were so moving that even Snape, who didn't like Gryffindor very much, had to like this student from the bottom of his heart. For this reason, he gave Gryffindor five points.

Orlando decided to strike while the iron was hot. He asked two questions. These were the notes he had left while flipping through the first-year potions textbook. He decided to take this opportunity to ask them.

"Professor, the most difficult thing about refining potions is the control of temperature. Different materials have different melting points and produce different chemical reactions. Many potions have dozens of materials. So many materials are added in different orders and require different temperature, which leads to the difficulty of refining, but the temperature can be measured. Why don't we standardize the temperature figures required for each step? In this way, the difficulty of refining magic potion will be greatly reduced. Ordinary magic potion refining The production cost will also be greatly reduced.”

Snape was stunned and deeply touched by Orlando's words. Although he didn't quite understand what Orlando meant by digital standardization, it didn't mean that his thinking was wrong.

He originally thought that the child was just a talented student, but he didn't expect that he would think this far.This is no longer an ordinary potion refining problem, but a problem that subverts the entire traditional potion world.

He has a feeling that if the standardization of potion refining can be completed as Orlando said, even if it is just commonly used potions, it will bring huge changes to the entire magical world.

At this moment, Snape had an impulse in his heart. He wanted to have a good talk with Principal Dumbledore and transfer Orlando to Slytherin to be his student.

At this moment, a burst of acidic green smoke suddenly came out of the underground classroom, and there was a loud hissing sound.

Somehow, Neville blew up Seamus' cauldron, and the potion in the pot splashed onto the stone floor, burning holes in the students' shoes.

In the panic, the whole class stood on the stools, the pot was overturned, and Neville was soaked in the potion. At this time, his arms and legs were covered with red and swollen scabies, which made him scream in pain.

Snape was so angry that he didn't care to answer Orlando's question and rushed over: "You idiot, five points will be deducted from Gryffindor."

Snape roared, waving his wand and sweeping away the potion on the ground.

The points Orlando finally earned were gone before they even started to heat up.

Classes could not continue. Neville was badly burned and Snape had to take him to the school infirmary.

Before leaving, Snape told him that Orlando would explain the key points of refining the scabies potion on his behalf.

Orlando shrugged, stood up and was about to go to the podium, when Malfoy and a group of Slatin students were dissatisfied and started to boo.

Orlando, who had been a professor for decades, would not tolerate these naughty children. He picked up the chalk, broke it into several pieces, slightly bent his index finger, and fired six times in a row, hitting the six people who made the most noise, including There was Malfoy and his two lackeys.

Malfoy covered his forehead, stood up and glared, "You dare to commit murder?"

"Malfoy, you have to understand that I am now a substitute teacher and I am exercising the rights of a professor. Are you sure you want me to be fierce?" Orlando slapped the table.

Malfoy remembered the unpleasant experience on the train, his face turned red and white, and he didn't dare to speak anymore. He sat down and lowered his head, not daring to look at the podium.

His bearlike appearance made Harry, who had been holding back his anger, burst into laughter, and Ron laughed with a grimace.

Orlando patted the table again to signal silence.

Then he picked up the chalk and wrote while explaining the key points and precautions for refining scabies treatment medicine, and elaborated on common problems and common mistakes. Then he commented on each student's finished product and pointed out the mistakes.

After returning from seeing Neville off, Snape was not in a hurry to enter the classroom, but secretly observed the situation in the classroom through the window.When he discovered that Orlando was doing better than he expected, he appreciated the student even more.

This was the first time he had seen such an outstanding student in so many years, which made him even more determined to poach Orlando.

"Ok!"

"Professor, you are back." Orlando was immersed in reviewing a potion made by a Slytherin student, and he quickly raised his head when he heard the voice.

"You did a great job, Orlando, better than I imagined. For this, I will make an exception and award Gryffindor ten points."

Snape's words caused an uproar among the Slytherin students and a moment of astonishment among the Gryffindor students.

When did Professor Snape become so easy to talk to and so kind to Gryffindor students?Reward the same person twice in one class, adding up to fifteen points?

......

During dinner, Orlando was eating rice. Today's Chinese food suited his appetite, but the Gryffindor students were whispering and turning to look at Orlando from time to time.

Orlando ignored these. The cook only had food in his eyes and could ignore everything else.

Harry and Ron sat next to Orlando, one on the left and the other on the right. They winked, as if they had something to say but didn't dare to speak.

Hermione on the side couldn't stand it anymore, forked a plate of braised pork and put it in front of Orlando, and asked: "Orlando, I heard that Professor Snape asked the principal this afternoon and wanted you to transfer to Slytherin. Is it true? ?”

Orlando put down the chicken drumstick in his hand, looked at the curious Gryffindor students, and sighed pretending to be distressed: "I'm so good, and everyone is rushing to get it. It's really annoying!"

"Haha, this guy is more shameless than me." The Weasley twin brothers said with laughter.

"That's right, that's so shameless." Everyone said with a smile.

"Then did you agree?" Harry asked nervously.

"No, Gryffindor is pretty good. Why should I transfer to Slytherin?"

"I just said Orlando wouldn't be like this." Ron took a picture of Orlando, looking like he knew it.

"Well done, Orlando," the other Gryffindor students shouted.

In the evening, in the Gryffindor common room, Orlando was writing a letter home when Neville walked in with his hands wrapped in gauze.

"Thank you, Orlando."

"Oh, Neville, what do you want to thank me for?" Orlando asked doubtfully.

"Thank you for the points you earned for Gryffindor, otherwise I would have been miserable."

"Haha, you said this!" Orlando smiled, "Are you feeling better?"

"It's much better. Madam Pomfrey reduced the swelling and applied some medicine to me. It doesn't hurt at all."

After writing the letter, Orlando was ready to go to the Owl House to find Wukong. He went back to the dormitory first and got some owl food and nuts.

I haven't seen it for some time, and I don't know if this little thing has forgotten me.

The Owl House is on the top floor of the castle. It is an open-top room with ventilation on all sides. The railings inside are filled with owls. The ground is covered with scattered feathers and owl droppings. The air is filled with a disgusting smell.

Orlando covered his nose and shouted from a distance.

Wukong, who had not heard his master's voice for a long time, was very excited. He flew over with fluttering wings, landed on Orlando's shoulders, and kissed his face.

"Eat." Orlando spread his hands and fed Wukong. After a quarter of an hour, Wukong was full. Orlando tied the letter to his leg and said, "Send the letter home. Remember to bring it back when you come back." , is it clear?"

Wukong nodded, fluttered his wings and flew away.

Early the next morning, Orlando got up to do morning exercises as usual. After climbing back out of the window, he thought about it and woke up Harry and the others.

The three of them followed sleepily to the common room. Orlando put a gravity charm on each of their backs, and then let them do whatever they wanted.

As usual, Orlando first did two hundred push-ups and five hundred squats to warm up, and then started walking plum blossom piles.

The three of them, who were overwhelmed by the double gravity, were still lying on the ground struggling to get up. After seeing Orlando doing such a high-intensity exercise under six times the gravity, they finally gritted their teeth and climbed up. He stood up and did push-ups with difficulty, imitating his example.

......

At breakfast time, Orlando ate crab cakes and porridge with relish. His appetite was as good as ever.

But Harry, Ron and Neville were miserable. Although Orlando took off the gravity charms on their backs as soon as the training was over, their first experience with this kind of training still made their muscles sore.