I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 137 The villain still needs the villain to grind

"Shortcut?" The pudgy knight suddenly stopped being angry. He sat up and said with a strange smile: "Come on, silly boys, let's move forward on foot, move forward, move forward..." He shouted slogans while He went to pull out the sword, but failed. Then he tried to get on the fat pony, but failed.

"Hurry up, we have a shortcut." Ron suddenly became happy.

"Don't be stupid, this guy is obviously fooling us. If my guess is correct, the shortcut is behind this painting." Orlando pointed at the painting in front of him and said angrily.

"You wait, let me come. I have been playing tricks on us for a long time without even showing you the way. This is a habitual problem, and this problem must be cured." After saying this, Orlando pointed his fingers, and then pointed in the air, "Thunder and lightning in the void. , photo!”

A white light shot out from Orlando's fingers, as if a light was turned on and shined on the mural. The knight who was trying to conquer the pony was illuminated by this light, and the man and horse instantly separated from the canvas, as if The fish in the rivers, seas and lakes cannot help themselves.

"You bastard, coward, put me down quickly. If you dare, fight me for three hundred rounds. Attacking from behind is not a hero. Put me down quickly."

The stern-tongued pudgy knight kept cursing, which completely pissed off Orlando. His decision changed, his fingers kept shaking, and the lights-like photoelectrics rotated accordingly, and he was ingested. Among them, the short and fat knight suffered a disaster. He rode a 360-degree roller coaster for free, which was a sour feeling.

"Are you being harsh?" At this time, the pudgy knight was foaming at the mouth from the torment, and the clumsy pony was kicking its legs in the air.

"I... don't... have the same understanding as the brat." The short, fat knight could no longer harden up after suffering the pain, and was thrown back into the frame by Orlando with a wave of his hand.

"Don't think about escaping. I have all the means to find you. Hurry up and open the door behind you."

The pudgy knight who had suffered a big loss had his last escape route blocked by Orlando, so he had no choice but to move the portrait obediently to reveal the doorway behind him.

This is a narrow spiral staircase that leads directly to the top floor. It takes a lot less time to go up to the North Tower from here.

Orlando's series of sexy tricks left Harry and Ron dumbfounded. Merlin is a bastard, how can he do this?Only Hermione covered her mouth and kept laughing, she was used to it.

"Let's go, Harry, you and Ron go first." Orlando patted them and pointed to the hole and said.

A group of people slowly walked up the spiral staircase. After climbing the last few stairs, a wall appeared in front of them. Ron pushed it carefully. There was a secret door. After pushing the door open, a few people walked out. Come on. Go to a small platform.Ron pushed Harry and pointed to the ceiling, where there was a circular trap door with a bronze plaque on the door that read: Sybill Trelawney, Divination teacher.

"This is our Divination classroom?" Hermione squeezed forward curiously.

"Orlando, do you know how to get in?" Harry asked uncertainly.

Before he could answer, the trap door suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was placed in front of them.

"It seems it opened on its own without asking me."

Orlando is more curious about divination than he has the desire to learn, because he knows that divination requires talent.

You must know that in the history of ancient Chinese civilization, there have been some masters of divination. They have known for 500 years before and for [-] years after.

Although most are charlatans, it is undeniable that some are genuine.Among them, the most famous are the masters and disciples of Yuan Tiangang in the Tang Dynasty. Their push-back diagram has been circulated for more than 1000 years and is still an unsolved mystery.

Harry walked in first, Ron followed closely, and Orlando also walked in. What he saw was a weird classroom that he had never seen before.

In fact, in Orlando's perception, this is not a classroom at all, but more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.There were at least twenty round small tables crowded into the not-so-spacious classroom. Each table was covered with calico printed with Indian patterns. There were armchairs and small bulging cushions beside the tables.

The curtains in the entire classroom were drawn, and many lamps were covered with crimson lampshades. Everything was illuminated by a dim scarlet light, which was both eerie and strange.

The classroom was suffocatingly warm, the fireplace was filled with firewood, and a large copper kettle was burning on the fire, giving off a dull, cloying aroma.

The round walls are surrounded by shelves filled with dusty feathers, candle heads, worn playing cards, countless silver crystal balls, and a slew of tea utensils.

"This is where we have classes?" Hermione asked in disbelief.

"I think so." At this time, the students in the class rushed over one after another, and everyone who came in exclaimed.

"I have a bad feeling." Hermione said suddenly.

"What's the premonition?" Orlando didn't know what was going on and said jokingly, "What? You're already in the zone before class starts."

"What I'm saying is that I have a bad feeling about this class." Hermione hit him angrily.

"Let's find a place to sit quickly." Ron suggested, as more and more people came in.

After sitting down, Orlando looked at the dark corner behind the fireplace with interest. There, there was a pair of bright eyes hiding in the dark, observing them.

"What are you looking at?" Hermione on the side quickly noticed something strange about him.

Orlando pursed his lips and whispered: "Our professor is hiding in the dark and quietly observing us."

Hermione didn't have Orlando's keen spiritual insight. She looked for a long time and couldn't find where the person was.

"Stop looking for it. This will make you more special. She will come out naturally when class time comes." Orlando patted Hermione's hand and whispered.

Sure enough, when the clock rang on time in the tower, a voice suddenly came from the shadows, "Welcome," the voice said, "It's great to see you in the tangible world at last." It was that soft and fuzzy voice.

"What the hell," Hermione said with goosebumps all over her body, "Why is she talking like this?" she asked in confusion.

"It's interesting. Is this using sound and light combined with soul magic to create a psychologically intimidating environment?" Orlando asked rhetorically without answering.

"What? Soul magic, you mean Professor Trelawney?"

"Yes, although it is not very powerful, I can feel a kind of soul magic similar to hypnosis." Just when Orlando was about to continue speaking, Trelawney walked out of the darkness and appeared in the light of the fire. The place.

Orlando noticed that this was a very thin middle-aged woman. Her big glasses magnified her eyes several times. She had a thin, transparent and sparkling shawl on her shoulders, and countless hangings on her slender neck. necklaces and beads, and bracelets and rings on both arms and hands.

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