I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"I always feel that this sentence is arranged incorrectly and should not be translated this way." Hermione said, pointing to a piece of parchment.

"What's wrong? I tried five different combinations and finally translated it into three different versions. This version is the one that I think is closest to the original meaning."

"But my intuition tells me that the three versions you translated are a bit far-fetched, especially here, what is a god? What is an immortal? Why must it be divided into two parts? It cannot be that gods and immortals are the same person, or the same kind of person. ?”

Hermione's words suddenly woke up Orlando. Yes, gods and immortals. No one stipulates that gods must be gods and immortals must be immortals. Immortals may also refer to the same type of people.

If this is the case, his starting point when translating the Stone Drum Inscriptions was wrong, and the conclusions he reached were naturally very different, which made Orlando fall into deep thought.

Hermione did not disturb Orlando's thinking. She walked out of the study quietly with Crookshanks in her arms. The big cat was so well-behaved today that she wanted to study it carefully.

As evening approached, Hermione had packed up her gifts early. At this time, Orlando came out of the study and said slightly frustrated: "Hermione, you may be right. The stone drum text I translated only kept the literal meaning without considering it. The meaning behind the words can only lead to wrong conclusions in the end.”

"Don't be discouraged, I will help you. You know I learn things quickly." Hermione comforted him, holding his hand.

Nico Flamel on the side was not surprised at all. You must know that any ancient language can only be understood after the precipitation of time. It is strange that Orlando can succeed by studying it by himself and then blindly translating it as if he is eager for quick success.

"I've warned you a long time ago that you can't aim too high, especially in cultivation. You can't be careless. One wrong step may cost you your life."

"Now you have strength that far exceeds that of your peers. This is your capital and your obstacle. Every power system has its uniqueness. Don't think that you will look down on magic after learning Taoism. Get used to it. Using Taoism to solve problems not only hinders your vision, but also limits your development. I have wanted to tell you these things for a long time, but I was afraid that you wouldn't listen."

Orlando lowered his head. In the past, he always thought that the teacher kept him in Hogwarts so that he would not live in isolation at a young age and live an old life. Now after listening to his warning, he understood what the teacher did. Deep meaning.

"I understand, teacher, I won't make the same mistake again." Orlando said solemnly.

"Okay, it's a girl who is considerate and can tell the truth. It would be a mistake to accept a girl as an apprentice if I knew it earlier." Nico Flamel took a sip of tea, waved his hand and said, "Go back to school, it will be too late. I won’t be able to make it in time for the banquet.”

The two of them bowed and walked out the door and returned to the dormitory of Hogwarts.

"Cabri, please go out and take Hermione's salute and Crookshanks back to her dormitory, and feed the cat some dried fish." Orlando checked the time and decided not to go to the auditorium again. I can't catch up with the sorting ceremony for new students.

"Okay, Master, this is what Kabri should do," Kabri bowed, then raised his salute and disappeared with a "pop".

"Are we going to the auditorium like this?" Hermione asked a little shyly. Although it was not the first time she entered the boys' dormitory, she was still a little worried about being seen gossiping.

"Put an invisibility charm on it and take it off halfway."

The two hurriedly hurriedly arrived and luckily did not miss the freshman's banquet. As the youngest assistant professor in the history of Hogwarts, he must appear at the end of the teacher's bench on this day every year. This was Dumbledore's request to him. .

"See you later, Hermione."

"see you later."

Orlando walked towards the teacher's chair, where a tired and decadent middle-aged man sat.

"You were almost late, Orlando." Professor Snape reminded him kindly, and then looked at the man next to him with a look of disgust.

"Something delayed me for a while. I'll pay attention to it next time." Orlando nodded.

"This is Remus John Lupin, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," the little Professor Flitwick introduced to Lupin enthusiastically, "This is Gryffindor student, Dumbledore Lido Special Appointment Assistant Professor, Orlando Bloom.”

Although he noticed the dark aura on Lupine's body, Orlando politely shook his hand and said, "Hello, Professor Lupine, welcome."

"Hello, Assistant...Professor Orlando." It seemed that he didn't expect anyone to shake hands with him. Lupine didn't react for a moment. He rubbed his clothes with his palms cautiously, as if he was afraid of getting something dirty, and then stretched out his hand. Come and join Orlando's hand.

"Orlando, don't blame me for not reminding you that it's best to hold strangers' hands less often, especially those hopeless and filthy creatures." Lupin's little luck made Snape furious, and he said viciously He looked at Lupine and said.

The other professors were a little unhappy and looked at Snape with ugly expressions. After all, it was necessary to be so stiff when we were colleagues.Professor Lupine hurriedly retracted his hand, his pale face becoming more and more ugly. Finally, he was persuaded by the good old Professor Sprout to go down the stairs.

Orlando noticed that Dumbledore did not pay attention to these minor commotions at the teacher's desk, but was wandering away, or rather staring at the dome above his head in a daze.

Orlando used the power of his soul to look in the direction of Dumbledore's field of vision, only to find that not far above the castle, hundreds of dementors gathered and wandered around. It turned out that Dumbledore was worried about these dementors. A ghost?

At this time, Professor McGonagall led this year's freshmen in. The Sorting Hat sang its old-fashioned song as always. The freshmen lined up in a long line anxiously waiting for the final verdict. Some bold children looked around curiously. Looking around, some noticed Orlando sitting on the teacher's desk, which made them very surprised. He should not be a professor at such a young age, so why was he sitting on the teacher's desk? Could it be that he is Dumbledore's illegitimate son? Some undistinguished students whispered murmured.

Fortunately, Orlando didn't pay much attention to them, otherwise he would be furious after hearing this.

New students step forward one after another and put on the Sorting Hat to decide which house they should study in. The hat will shout out the house they are most suitable to attend (Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff). Or Slytherin).

At this time, the dining table was already covered with delicacies, but out of sympathy, the professors would wait until Dumbledore announced the opening of the meal after the sorting ceremony was over before eating. Orlando did not have such scruples. He was not a formal teacher. After all, he had said so many good things. The food tasted bad when it was cold in front of him, so he decisively grabbed a roast chicken and ate it.

What Orlando didn't know was that hundreds of teachers and students in the school were looking at him. Hermione, who was sitting at the Gryffindor table, covered her face with her hands, feeling angry and funny. Her roommate next to her They all cast curious and gossipy looks, which made her feel a little embarrassed.

"It seems our little guy is starving!" Dumbledore came back to his senses and laughed.

Orlando doesn't care about that much. His 100 galleons a year in food expenses are not in vain and must be paid back.

After spending some time going to the school hospital, Harry and Ron walked in quietly in this weird atmosphere.

"Hermione, what happened?" Harry asked quietly, sitting next to Hermione.

"You'll know just by looking at the teacher's desk." Hermione lowered her head and replied angrily.

Harry and Ron looked towards the teacher's desk and almost burst into laughter. At this time, Orlando was grabbing a roast leg of lamb and eating it. The table next to him was filled with a pile of broken bones. The meat on the table had already been removed. After a while, Professor Luping beside him seemed to be in shock, not knowing where to put his hands.Orlando's behavior fully explains what it means not to be embarrassed for you, but for others to be embarrassed.

The sorting ceremony was finally over, and the young wizards were assigned to different houses. In order to ease the embarrassment, Dumbledore did not give a long speech. Instead, he said a few things to note before announcing the start of the dinner.

At this time, Orlando was already half full. He patted the table, and soon the leftovers in front of him disappeared, and then a pile of freshly baked delicacies appeared.