I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"Is this really okay?" Hermione asked quietly.

"What's wrong? You have just succeeded in building a body and are now in the stage of rapid increase in magic power. At this time, you need a quiet training environment. The dormitory is obviously no longer suitable for you."

Hermione was still a little shy. Although she lived with Orlando during the summer vacation, she still couldn't say anything about the serious application to live together off campus.

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked curiously.

"It's nothing. We have something to do with Professor McGonagall, so we won't be with you." After saying that, Hermione pulled Orlando out of the auditorium.

"Are they hiding something from us?" Ron asked Harry in a low voice.

"Definitely, don't you think Hermione has been acting weird recently, and she has become much stronger, and she has become different from before, looking more and more like Orlando." Harry muttered.

"Do you think they will sign up for the three-event competition without telling us?"

"Probably not. Orlando is a very self-disciplined person. It's not like you don't know that he doesn't like to be in the limelight."

"But this is the first Triwizard Tournament in more than 100 years. It will be written into the history of the school. Besides, there is a reward of one thousand galleons."

"Orlando is not short of money. As for writing it into school history, do you think he, a recipient of the Order of Merlin and the youngest youth representative of the Wizengamot, will care about this?" Harry asked with emotion.

"That's true, why are there such big differences between people?" Ron suddenly felt that his favorite sweet and sour pie no longer tasted good.

On the other side, Hermione and Orlando trotted to the door of Professor McGonagall's office. After she hesitated for a long time, Orlando knocked on the door.

"Come in." At this time, Professor McGonagall was sorting out the copy, and seemed to be preparing new teaching content. She looked up at them and asked, "What do you want?"

Hermione was reluctant to speak, so Orlando had to step forward and answer: "That's right, Professor, Hermione and I want to apply for day study outside the school. As you know, we bought a house in Hogsmeade, which is very close to the school. If we are a day student, It won’t affect your studies.”

Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at them. Hogwarts has been adhering to closed teaching for more than 1000 years. Although there are day students, they are a minority after all.

"Can I ask why this is?" She did not reject it outright, after all, these two are students she values ​​very much.

"It's like this. Hermione has been apprenticed to Mr. Nico Flamel this summer and obtained his magic inheritance. These magics require a quiet and uninhabited environment when practicing, so we were wondering if we could apply for day school?"

"It is an honor for you to become a disciple of Master Nicolas Flamel. I have approved this matter, but one thing I want to emphasize is that you are currently in the stage of gaining knowledge and laying a solid foundation. Don't aim too high, and be based on your expectations. Academics are the most important thing, do you understand?"

"I understand, Professor, thank you."

Professor McGonagall happily signed two release slips, and Orlando took the slip and went to the administrator Filch to make a record. After all, you still have to say hello in advance when entering and leaving Hogwarts in the future.Fortunately, Filch had a good impression of Orlando, and there was no friction between the two of them, so he quickly signed up.

"What have you been doing?" Harry and Ron, who were waiting for them in the hall, asked in confusion.

"I went to Professor McGonagall to approve a note and wasted time. Let's go."

"Approving notes?"

Harry didn't ask any more, and it was obvious that Hermione didn't want to answer.

When a group of people walked through the damp vegetable field and arrived at Greenhouse No. [-], Ron's mood suddenly became bad.Having been allergic to spiders and bugs since he was a child, he had to face the cruel fact that Professor Sprout showed the class a plant, an ugly creature that they had never seen before.

In fact, they looked less like plants and more like big, black, slimy slugs rising straight out of the soil.And all of them were squirming slightly, and there were many big shiny bulges on their bodies, which seemed to be filled with liquid.

"The Babbo tuber," Professor Sprout told everyone happily, "you need to squeeze it with your hands, and you have to collect its pus."

"What?" Seamus Finnigan asked in disgust.

"Pichus, Finnigan, ichor." Professor Sprout said. "It has extremely high medicinal value. Don't waste it. Listen, you have to collect the pus into these bottles. Put them on. Your dragonhide gloves, filled with undiluted baba tuber pus, can cause unusual damage to the skin."

The girls all hesitated in disgust, and only a few bold boys put on dragon leather gloves and rushed over first.

"Hermione, aren't you scared?" Ron dragged at the end.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Hermione put on her gloves and prepared to imitate Orlando and pick up a Balboa tuber.

Orlando found that the process of squeezing the tubers, though disgusting, was strangely satisfying.Whenever a bulge is squeezed, a large stream of viscous, yellow-green liquid will spurt out, emitting a pungent smell of gasoline.At this time, you need to pour them into the bottle with quick eyes and hands, otherwise the liquid will quickly evaporate in the air.

"Have you made these before?" Hermione asked curiously as Orlando collected a full bottle.

"Actually, wild monsters are more suitable for cultivating medicinal materials and making potions than humans. I've seen them do this before."

Hermione knew that there was a medicine garden in the backyard of Nico Flamel's house, and there were many wild monsters living in it. She had also been there, but these alternative creatures didn't like humans very much, so she had never seen how they behaved. Handling medicinal materials.

"Did you learn from them?"

"Some, but not all. After all, I don't have the ability to communicate with plants like they do." Orlando shrugged.

At the end of class, the students overcame their inner fear and nausea and collected several large bottles of Babo tuber slime.

"Mrs. Pomfrey should be happy now." Ron frowned and swept the mucus on his hand into the bottle. He had never touched the Bobo tuber from the beginning to the end, and he was always nurturing others.

Professor Sprout blocked the last bottle with a stopper. She clapped the bottle in her hand with satisfaction and said to the students: "The pus from the baba tuber is the best medicine for treating stubborn acne. This way you can Stop students from using drastic measures to get rid of their acne."

When the girls heard that Babo tuber mucus had such miraculous curative effects, they became less disgusted when they looked at Babo tuber. The same was true for Ron. He was imagining whether the Babo tuber mucus could also cure his face. After all, for an adolescent child, it is human nature to love beauty.

"Like poor Eloise Midgan," Hufflepuff student Hannah Abbott said in a low voice; "she wanted to spell her pimples away."

"Silly girl," Professor Sprout shook his head and said, "But Madam Pomfrey finally put her nose back on."

A deep and deep bell sounded from the castle, across the damp field, get out of class was over, and the students dispersed one after another.

The Hufflepuff students walked up the stone steps to their Transfiguration class.The Gryffindor students went in the other direction. They walked along the gently descending lawn towards Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The students exited Greenhouse No. [-] with great interest and had a heated discussion on the way back.After all, what they learned today is very practical for them, and many girls have already started discussing where to get some Babo tuber slime for beauty experiments.

"Orlando, do you know where I can get the mucus from the Bobo tuber?" Ron endured it for a long time, and finally asked secretly.

"Just ask Professor Sprout for a little. She gave it to so many girls just now. Why don't you just ask?"

"I...Aren't I embarrassed? After all, I am a man."

Orlando looked him up and down, Harry couldn't help but burst out laughing, while Hermione pursed her lips and pretended to look at the scenery in the distance.

"Next time, ask Hermione to help you get some. Although it won't work, I know you won't be willing to do it until you try." Orlando patted his shoulder, suppressed a smile, and said sincerely.