I'm a priest at Hogwarts

At this time, the students were finishing their breakfast one after another, and George came over to distribute the class schedule.

"The new third-grade curriculum." Orlando took it, glanced at it, and put it on the dining table. Like Hermione, he signed up for all the subjects. Unlike Hermione, he didn't value straight-A academic results. He was just interested in the pocket watch that could reverse time.

"What's the matter with you, Harry?" George asked, seeing that Harry was unhappy.

"What else can I do, Malfoy." Ron, who was sitting next to Harry, answered for him and looked back at the Slytherin House table.

George looked up in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint from fright again. A girl around him, Pansy Parkinson, who had a face like a poodle, screamed and shouted in unison: "Oh, Harry."

"Is this ugly woman playing you?" George patted Ron on the shoulder and laughed.

"Okay, don't irritate them. Have you forgotten how we lost our college cup last semester? You haven't long enough to remember." Hermione saw that Ron was going crazy and quickly poured cold water on him.

Orlando didn't have time to care about this. He was immersed in his work. As for Malfoy's exaggerated performances, he regarded them as sketches. Although the performances were a bit clumsy, they were not free of charge.

Seeing that Harry was in a low mood, Fred comforted him: "Anyway, we will see what Malfoy will be like after the first Quidditch match. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, the first match of the quarter. , I will see the truth when the time comes, Harry, you have to cheer up."

Thinking of meeting Malfoy at the Quidditch game and thinking of the scene where he had completely tortured him, Harry's mood suddenly improved. He took some sausages and fried tomatoes and ate them.

"Wow, Hermione, how did you do that? Did George send you the wrong class schedule? You have to take ten classes a day? There's not enough time at all." Ron said suddenly.

"What's all the fuss about? Look at Orlando, his class schedule is the same as mine." Hermione then picked up the class schedule Orlando put on the table and handed it to him.

Ron picked up Orlando's timetable and looked at Harry, as if he had seen a ghost.

"How did you do it?" they both asked in unison.

"We have already negotiated with Professor McGonagall. As for how we did it, we cannot tell you because of the confidentiality agreement unless you sign up for twelve subjects like us, so that you can know how we did it." Hermione Touching the pocket watch around their neck, this is what they rely on to cope with all courses at the same time.

Early this morning, Professor McGonagall called them over. After signing a confidentiality agreement in the presence of Ministry of Magic officials, Professor McGonagall gave them a time turner.

The only thing that made Orlando unhappy was that the Ministry of Magic only approved one time turner, and Professor McGonagall also gave it to Hermione for safekeeping. The two of them had to use it together. Think about it, she did this in addition to preventing Orlando from using it randomly. , also means to supervise him.

"Oh my God! It's better to kill me if you ask me to take three classes at the same time." Ron's words made Harry feel the same way, and they looked at Hermione and Orlando with sympathetic faces.

Just then, Hagrid walked into the hall. He was wearing a moleskin coat and his thick beard, looking like a big bear.

He seemed a little uneasy, waving a dead polecat absently with one large hand.The chicken head swayed left and right in his hand, and the flying chicken feathers fell on Orlando's plate. Fortunately, he had already finished his breakfast.

"You are going to have my first class today, just after lunch. Don't forget, don't be late. And I got up at five o'clock. Everything is done. I hope there are no mistakes. It’s my first day as a teacher, to be honest…”

Orlando looked at Hagrid speechlessly. He was so nervous in class. He took out his wand and whispered "Legilis Requiem, scold you."

This is the Legilis Requiem Curse, which has a very good effect on calming emotions.

Hagrid quickly calmed down. After realizing that he had lost his temper, he quickly hid the dead polecat behind his back and hurriedly apologized to everyone.

Watching Hagrid's leaving figure, Hermione looked worried.

"I wonder what he is preparing for?" There was a hint of anxiety in Ron's voice.

"I hope he doesn't mess up his first class." Harry said helplessly.

"There is such a process, don't worry about Hagrid." Orlando looked at it openly, "Sometimes the more you care, the more mistakes will be made. What Hagrid needs now is to calm down. Maybe he will get into the state after some time. ”

"Today's first class is Divination," Hermione looked at the class schedule. Ever since she found out that Orlando had signed up for all the courses like her, she was so happy that she took the initiative to take on the job of course planning and guidance. Orlando didn't need to at all. To worry about class, all you have to do is follow her.

It's a long way from the castle to the North Tower. Although Orlando has been at Hogwarts for two years, he is still not familiar with everything in the castle. For example, he has never been to the North Tower before.

"There must be a shortcut." Ron gasped. At this time, they were climbing the eighth flight of stairs and came to an unfamiliar platform. There was nothing there except a large painting hanging on the stone wall. Above is a grassland.

"Wait, Ron seems to be right," Orlando said, pointing to the painting in front of him: "Just ask, don't waste your time."

In fact, this bit of road is nothing to Orlando, and it may not even be considered a warm-up, but Hermione is a girl, especially these days she is still a little uncomfortable (girls always have a few days every month) ), considering this, Orlando made a decisive suggestion.

While he was talking, a fat pony with dark gray stripes suddenly appeared on the empty grassland. It jumped easily from the edge of the photo frame to the grass and was grazing nonchalantly.

Orlando was used to seeing things in the Hogwarts pictures wandering around and visiting each other out of the frame, so he was sure this picture was the shortcut they were looking for.

"Let's rest here for a while," Orlando thoughtfully conjured a chair for Hermione to sit on.

After a while, a short, fat knight in armor jumped in with a clang clang clang sound. It seemed that he was here to look for his pony.Judging from the grass stains on his metal knees, it looked like he had just fallen off a horse.

"Aha," the pudgy knight suddenly shouted. He turned to look at Orlando, Harry and Ron, "It's you brats again who dare to break into my private territory. You are challenging me." Really? I accept it, draw your sword quickly, you scoundrels and bitches!"

Suddenly being sprayed in the face by a portrait, Orlando didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He wasn't brave enough to get into trouble with a portrait, so he stepped back decisively and gave up the position in front of him to Harry and Ron.

Standing by to watch the play, Orlando was surprised to see the young knight pull out his sword from its sheath and begin to swing it violently, jumping up and down furiously.

As a result, because the sword was too long, he swung too violently and accidentally lost his balance with one move, causing him to fall face down on the grass.

This funny scene made Orlando burst into laughter.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked kindly, and then took a step forward, getting closer to the painting.

"Go back, you dirty, obscene braggarts, get out of here, don't pollute my territory."

The knight grabbed the sword and used it to support himself to get up, but the sword was deeply embedded in the grass. Although he tried with all his strength to pull it out, he could not pull it out.Finally, he had to sit down on the grass again with a "pop", push up his visor, and wipe his sweaty face.

"Listen," Harry had lost his patience. They had to rush to class, so he took advantage of the pudgy knight's exhaustion and asked quickly: "We are looking for the North Tower. Do you know where the shortcut is?" where?"