I'm a priest at Hogwarts

It wasn't until Thursday morning that Malfoy finally appeared in the Potions class. At this time, the students in Slytherin House and Gryffindor House were halfway through their classes. Malfoy opened the classroom door with a bandage and proudly , as if a fighting hero has returned.

Normally, for students who are late like this, no matter whether there is a special reason or not, points will be deducted due to Snape's temper, but this time he did not. After confirming that Malfoy's injuries were not serious, he nodded and let him Returning to their seats, this aroused great dissatisfaction from Harry and Ron, who had the highest number of points deducted in the Potions class in their year.

Orlando looked at Malfoy winking at Harry not far away, and sighed in his heart: "What a pair of good friends who love each other and kill each other."

What they made in this class was a new type of medicine: shrinking solvent.Of course, this is for other students. For Orlando, this potion was already in hand when he was in the first grade.

So he became the only one allowed by Snape to do other experiments in his class.

Orlando was thinking about how to make a talisman that was similar to the shrinking potion, and was neither limited to living nor dead objects, when an annoying voice disrupted his thoughts.

"Sir," Malfoy called, "Sir, I need someone to cut the roots of these daisies for me, because my arms..."

"Weasley, cut the roots for Malfoy," Snape said without looking up.

Ron's face was as red as a brick.

"There's nothing wrong with your arm," he said angrily to Malfoy.

Malfoy smirked across the table.

"Weasley, you heard what Professor Snape said, cut these roots."

Ron grabbed the knife, pulled Malfoy's root in front of him, and began to cut roughly, resulting in different sizes. "Professor," Malfoy drawled, "Weasley cut my roots into all kinds of pieces, sir."

Snape approached them, looked at Ron critically with his aquiline nose, then smiled unhappily and said, "Change your roots with Malfoy, Weasley."

"But, sir..."

It took Ron a quarter of an hour to carefully cut it out, making it exactly the same size.

"Now," Snape said in his dangerously low voice.

Ron had to push his share across the table to Malfoy, and then picked up the knife.

"And, sir, I need someone to peel the figs for me," Malfoy said, his voice full of malicious mirth.

"Potter, you can peel the figs for Malfoy," Snape said, giving Harry a look of disgust that he always reserved for Harry.

Harry peeled the fig as quickly as possible and threw it across the table to Malfoy without saying a word. Malfoy smiled even more proudly.

"Have you seen your companion Hagrid lately?" he asked them quietly.

"It's none of your business," Ron said hurriedly, without even raising his head.

"I'm afraid he'll never be a teacher again," Malfoy said, pretending to be sad. "My dad is not happy that I got hurt..."

"Go on, Malfoy, I shouldn't have taken you to the school hospital in the first place." Ron growled in a low voice.

"He has complained to the school administrator and also to the Ministry of Magic. My dad is an influential man, as you know." He sighed pretentiously, "If my arm never returns to its original shape, Who knows what will happen?”

"So you're just pretending to be pitiful here," Harry trembled with anger, "and then trying to find a way to expel Hagrid?"

"Well," said Malfoy, his voice lower than a whisper, "that's partly that, Potter. But there's also the added benefit of cutting up caterpillars for me, Weasley."

Orlando, who was enjoying the play, was suddenly hit by a flying fig. He turned around and saw Hermione, who was winking at him.

"I'll do it," Orlando walked over and took the caterpillar from Ron's hand. "I have nothing to do anyway, what else should I cut, Malfoy?"

The originally arrogant and proud Malfoy's expression suddenly changed, and he no longer looked as arrogant as before, and he was speechless.

Snape turned his head and looked at him in surprise. In his impression, Orlando had always been a very focused person and never paid attention to things other than studying. When did he start to care about such trivial matters.

"No...no, thank you."

"You're welcome, is it right for classmates to help each other?" Orlando nodded with a toothless smile. In just a moment, the kung fu knife danced quickly between his fingers, and the materials on the table were "scratching". They were all cut, and Malfoy broke out in a cold sweat and swallowed saliva when he saw it, fearing that Orlando would do the same to him.

"Are you in a good mood today?" Snape walked up to him and looked at the neat pile of materials. "Your knife skills are still so good, so there is no need to show off anymore."

"Hey, look at what you said, do classmates need to help each other? I can't help but have you finished writing your book "Potion Improvement"?" Orlando and Snape have a good personal relationship. One is a gifted student who is deeply loved by Snape. Although he tried to lure him to Slytherin several times without success, it did not affect the relationship between the two.

"It can't be that fast. The data I need for my improved experiment must be verified. According to you, there must be quantitative indicators. This step alone will cost me a lot of time and energy. Do you want to come back and help me?" Snape looked at him.

"No, I have encountered a bottleneck in my practice now and am experiencing life to improve my spiritual realm. You'd better not increase my workload. Besides, this potion improvement is the touchstone for you to advance to the magic potion master, so I don't want a share of the pie. Orlando said with a smile.

"You just want to be lazy," Snape said nothing more. He smiled and shook his head, "You can practice slowly, and the accumulation of magic power does not happen overnight. It will increase with age. You can Your teacher Nico Flamel must have taught you, why am I talking about this."

Malfoy was dumbfounded. This was the first time he saw his dean being so friendly to students from other houses. He couldn't believe it and thought he was hallucinating.

Harry and Ron were both bitter and envious. They had never received such treatment in Potions class.

While they were chatting, there was an explosion sound and a puff of acrid smoke from a few tables away from them, and Snape's good mood was instantly wiped out.

"Neville Longbottom, are you sure you brought your brain to class and didn't leave it in the toilet?" Snape yelled, looking at the cauldron with orange smoke in front of him.

Orlando noticed that Neville, the poor child, was about to have a nervous breakdown. His face turned pink, his body was shaking, and his voice was crying, and he was on the verge of collapse.

To be honest, Orlando does not agree with Snape's teaching method. He is only suitable for teaching geniuses. It can be seen from the polarized results of the students he teaches, the excellent ones are very good, and the poor ones are terrible.

"Thank you... thank you," Malfoy said these two words with difficulty, and took the knife from Orlando's hand with his good hand.

"You're welcome," Orlando, who came back to his senses, patted his bandaged arm and said with a joking smile: "I think your hand is fine, why are you still wearing a bandage?"

"I...Mrs. Pomfrey said it's not all healed yet." Malfoy looked embarrassed.

At this time, Neville had been scolded by Snape and couldn't hold his head up, but when he learned that he would finally use his toad pet "Lif" to test the magic potion he refined, he completely collapsed and burst into tears. flowed down.

Orlando couldn't be a good person in everything. After all, this was the training they had to go through during their student days, so he had no choice but to shrug and express that there was nothing he could do under the expectant looks of Harry and Ron.