I'm a priest at Hogwarts

No, the spoon in Harry's hand fell into the plate for the tenth time, and Ron stirred the pumpkin porridge everywhere, which surprised Hermione on the side.

"What happened to you?"

Neville swallowed the pie in his mouth with difficulty and said, "I practiced for an hour this morning, and this is what happened."

"Orlando, have you given them special training?" The Weasley twins seemed to realize something.

"Yes, they requested it themselves. If you also want to participate, just come to the common room at 06:30 every morning. I will wait for you there."

"I love you so much." George bowed his head exaggeratedly.

"Don't be too happy too soon. I won't care if you cry and complain about me."

"I want to cry right now," Ron said.

Harry nodded. He had no strength in his arms now and his muscles were sore all over.

Orlando was too lazy to pay attention to these treasures. He might as well eat two pies while he had the time.

The morning was Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class. Orlando felt that he needed to show off. After all, Professor McGonagall was their dean. If he wanted to get the right to borrow books from the library, it would be impossible for the librarian to do so without her authorization. Agreed.

Because of the three oil bottles, Orlando arrived at the classroom near class time. He opened the door and saw that the classroom was full of people, but quiet.

Orlando glanced at the podium, and sure enough, he saw a British bobtail cat squatting on the podium. This...

Fortunately, he reacted quickly. He bowed to the desk and said, "Hello, Professor."

Ron behind him thought Orlando was crazy, bowed to a cat and called him Professor, and was about to laugh at him when the bobtail cat on the table jumped and turned into Professor McGonagall.

Harry and Neville opened their mouths in surprise, but several offensive words were not spoken, so they quickly lowered their heads and found a seat to sit down.

Orlando saw an empty table next to Hermione and walked over.

"How did you recognize it?" Hermione asked curiously.

"When Professor McGonagall went to my house to deliver the admission notice, she transformed into a cat and secretly observed me all day long."

Hermione thought thoughtfully. When she was first admitted, there seemed to be a cat that often appeared near her home.

Seeing that all the students had arrived, Professor McGonagall clapped her hands and said: "Before class, we will give Orlando one point to reward his keen insight. Learning to observe the changes in things and discern the essence of magic is The qualities that every good wizard must possess, I hope you can be as observant as Orlando in your future study life."

"Today is your first Transfiguration lesson, and I must emphasize that Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous spell you will learn at Hogwarts."

"Anyone who tries to misbehave in my class, I ask him out and never let him in again. I warned you."

After hearing this, the little wizards in the classroom immediately sat up straight, put their hands on the books, and looked like I was a good student.

Professor McGonagall glanced at everyone and nodded with satisfaction.

Then in order to express the charm of transformation more intuitively and shockingly.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand, turning the desk into a pig and back again.

Although he knew the plot very well, Orlando was still a little shocked when he saw it with his own eyes. This kind of transformation has gone beyond the scope of physical and chemical knowledge. It belongs to the conversion between different substances and has the same effect as Taoism.

Orlando put a match on the table, memorized the transfiguration formula, moved the wand with his fingers, and concentrated on chanting the spell, and the match changed.

"Very good, Orlando, you can successfully cast the spell in the first time. Your talent is really amazing." Professor McGonagall applauded, "I will give Gryffindor five points for this."

"Of course, if your needle is not as thick as both ends, I will give you ten points."

Everyone else looked over in surprise. It had only been two days since Orlando had entered school and he had been commended by three professors. It was really impressive.

"Thank you for the compliment, professor. I think what I did is not good enough and I need to work harder."

"It's already very good. You have mastered the key points and formulas of Transfiguration. The only thing missing now is experience. You must know that Transfiguration is a magic that tests your will and concentration. When you perform Transfiguration, there must be something in your brain. You must first outline the appearance of the object to be transformed, and then cast the spell. When casting the spell, the human and staff must be in one, so that a perfect transformation spell can be performed."

Professor McGonagall now understands how Professor Snape felt at that time. The teacher would not like a talented and studious student.

"Thank you Professor."

After several attempts, Orlando finally managed to conjure a needle perfectly. During the repeated spell casting, Orlando felt the beating of the magic rhythm, like a musician directing an orchestra to play. He fell in love with this kind of magic. Feel.

After a class, most students have no changes in their matches except for taking a bunch of notes.

Apart from Orlando, the only one who made some changes in the match was Hermione. Although Hermione was also praised by Professor McGonagall, she was not happy at all.

After class, Orlando hurriedly caught up with Professor McGonagall before he could go far, and asked to borrow books, hoping that the dean would issue him a release slip.

Although it was a very difficult task, Professor McGonagall happily agreed and gave Orlando a book list so that he could solidify his theoretical foundation.

Taking the approval slip, Orlando happily went to the library.

The librarian, Mrs. Pince, is a serious, old-fashioned woman. Every time a student borrows books, she will strictly register them. When Orlando came over with a stack of books, Mrs. Pince frowned.

"Young man, it's a good thing to like learning, but as the old saying goes, if you bite off more than you can chew, it's better to keep your feet on the ground."

"Thank you for reminding me, Mrs. Pince, I will pay attention to it. These are the reading lists Professor McGonagall made for me. Please register them for me."

Mrs. Pings liked the open-minded and eager-to-learn student. She quickly registered and gave Orlando the highest authority to lend out 10 books at a time for one month.

......

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon was simply a farce. Although he had known that the plot would be like this, Orlando was still extremely disappointed after seeing it with his own eyes.

Professor Quirrell's classes were filled with the smell of garlic, and everyone said it was to drive away a vampire he met in Romania, fearing that the vampire would come back to get him.

Orlando sneered at this, which was obviously a lie spun by Quirrell in order to dispel people's doubts about him wearing a turban all day long.

Orlando was completely uninterested in this farce. He did not believe that Principal Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of this century, would not be aware of this at all.

Since these are all part of Dumbledore's plan, why should he, as an outsider, take any extra steps?

Orlando found a corner by the window, away from the strange smell, and concentrated on reading.

......

During dinner, Orlando was concentrating on the steak on the plate. Neville came over, blushing and said sheepishly: "Orlando, I think about tomorrow's exercise, I... I... won't go."

"Okay, do your muscles still hurt?"

"It hurts. It hurts when I exert myself."

"It will be like this for the first few days, and it will be fine in two days." Orlando comforted him, but he didn't expect that after only one day of persistence, one of them quit.

Harry and Ron looked at Neville and then at Orlando, who was hesitant to speak.

"You two also want to quit, right?" Orlando asked suspiciously.

"No, we are just thinking about what to do with the homework left behind?" Ron straightened his neck and said.

In the Gryffindor lounge, Orlando is reading a book. This is a book published in the Middle Ages. It is a book specially marked on Professor McGonagall's list - "The Rise of Magic in the Middle Ages"

According to the description in the book, there were a group of powerful magicians in the Middle Ages. In order to pursue power, they developed attribute magic. They divided magic into different attributes, combined the magicians' own attribute talents, practiced single-element magic, and pursued magical power. The ultimate.

Wizards who can master attribute magic will eventually become outstanding figures without exception.Some are famous all over the world, and some are notorious for thousands of years, but it has to be said that they all have one attribute in common, that is, they are powerful.

Closing the book, Orlando fell into deep thought.

"Orlando, Orlando..." Harry shouted twice, and when Orlando didn't respond, he shook his arm.

"What's the matter?" Orlando was a little unhappy when his train of thought was interrupted, and he frowned.

"Oh...oh...I'm sorry, I want to borrow your homework to look at." Harry said sheepishly.

"Here." Orlando took out his homework and threw it to him.

"Harry, how could you do this? It's wrong to copy homework." Hermione said angrily.

Ron didn't care so much and snatched it away.

Under Hermione's glare, Harry and Ron quickly turned their backs and picked up their homework.

"Orlando, you can't do this, it will harm them."

Seeing that persuasion was ineffective, Hermione pointed the finger at Orlando.

Orlando shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's just this once, it won't happen next time."

......

At night, until late at night, when everyone went back to the dormitory to sleep, Orlando was still reading the book tirelessly.That night, he only read one book, but wrote more than ten pages of notes.

Looking at the empty common room, Orlando stretched. It could be seen that he was in a good mood now. The conjecture of combining magic with Taoism seemed feasible. As long as he found a way, his golden elixir avenue would no longer be a castle in the air. .

Back in the dormitory, the other three had already fallen asleep. Orlando quietly returned to his bed and lay down, and soon fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Harry and Ron reluctantly followed Orlando to the common room with grimaces on their faces.

The three of them didn't have to wait long before the Weasley twins and Hermione arrived. Orlando didn't waste any time and stuck a gravity charm each on them, and then started practicing for the day.

Harry and Ron, who had suffered a lot, explained to everyone what the Gravity Talisman was, and then followed Orlando's example and started doing push-ups.

Ron, whose muscle soreness was not yet gone, lay on the ground after five exercises and stopped moving. Harry was a little better and did more than a dozen. But Hermione, as a girl, was impressive as she gritted her teeth and did it. Thirty.

Orlando doesn't care about them. This kind of thing depends entirely on consciousness. The philosophy he adheres to is - the master leads the door, and the practice is personal.

As the last circle of club steps was completed, Orlando stopped and picked up a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Looking at the five people staggering around, he said: "If you want to continue practicing in the future, come here to see me at this time every day. Harry and Ron, too. From now on, when you get up by yourself in the morning, I won't call you."

George gasped and said, "Orlando, do you really have six talismans on your body?"

"Yes." There was nothing to hide. Orlando showed them the talisman on his body.

"That's awesome." Fred opened his mouth wide.

"That's incredible," Hermione said in surprise.

"This is simply self-abuse." Ron felt that such people were monsters.

"Orado, why are you working so hard?" Harry asked in confusion.

"In order to become stronger, in order to control your own destiny." Do you understand?

Orlando's words were simple and direct, but such a simple and direct answer made everyone more and more puzzled. After all, they were still teenagers and had not yet thought deeply about the future and destiny.

Only Harry was thoughtful. He had been bullied by his cousin Dudley since he was a child, and he had wanted to change his destiny more than once.

The twin brothers helped each other stand up, shook their heads and said, "Orlando, you will definitely become a strong man in the future."

Several people helped each other back to the dormitory.

......

Today's breakfast was extraordinarily rich, which made Orlando have a big appetite and eat more than usual.

But the first-year Gryffindor little lions completely ignored this. They gathered in small groups to discuss today's flying lesson. Most students from wizarding families were full of expectations.

Orlando doesn't care about this. In his heart, food is the biggest thing in the world.

Harry and Ron looked a bit sad, especially when they heard Malfoy bragging about escaping a Muggle helicopter on a broomstick.

Harry was disappointed because the first flying lesson of the school year was actually with Slytherin students.

"What bad luck," Harry said dejectedly. "If it hadn't gone as I expected, I would have made a fool of myself in front of Malfoy on a broomstick."

"It's not certain that you're going to make a fool of yourself." Ron said rationally. "I know Malfoy always brags about how great he is at Quidditch, but I bet he's just telling lies." En comforted.

"Don't worry, Harry, flying requires talent, and you just have this talent." Orlando couldn't help but said.

"Really, Orlando, how do you know I have talent?" Harry was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and asked.

He couldn't tell Harry that he knew the plot well, so Orlando had to pretend to smile mysteriously.

"Trust me, Harry, my judgment is not wrong."

Ron frowned. He always felt that Orlando didn't look like a wizard from a Muggle family. He was too mysterious.