I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Waiting for the teacher to fall asleep, Orlando was not sleepy at all. What the teacher explained today was really shocking. Taoism talks about immortality and Buddhism talks about reincarnation, both of which are inseparable from a soul. Now the teacher has taught him the method of soul cultivation, which is It doesn't mean that he has one foot in the door of immortality.

Not necessarily. Although soul cultivation is good, it also has its drawbacks. Without the body, the soul is like a rootless duck. In the end, it has to end up with the soul dissipating. This is still far from the Taoist soul that leaves the body and becomes an immortal instantly. But the road to immortality has been cut off, and it is impossible for him to go back, so what should he do?

Orlando sat cross-legged on the bed, his chin clenched in thought.

Use the "True Explanation of Alchemy" to cultivate the golden elixir to shape the body, and use the method of soul cultivation to cultivate the soul and soul. The two are carried out simultaneously. In the end, the body is immortal, the soul is permanent, and the body is sanctified.

As soon as this bold idea came out, Orlando couldn't help but feel happy. He felt that this idea was feasible, and if it was done properly, it would not be a problem to live for 800 years like the teacher. After all, his body was much more powerful than the teacher, even if he had to Aging is not a 100-year thing.

Having determined his goal, Orlando was full of motivation. He started today's meditation practice. It was too early for him to talk about this now. His soul, let alone its physical form, was a problem and could only be hidden in the mud in his mind. Therefore, the top priority is to practice silently and accumulate strength. When one day you can also have your soul out of the body, it will not be too late to verify today's ideas.

After a sleepless night, the soul cultivation method taught by the teacher is really a rare and wonderful method. The soul and the body do not interfere with each other, but complement each other. It nourishes the soul without affecting the body's sleep. This cultivation method not only utilizes sleep time without delaying study during the day.

Early in the morning, Orlando ran back and forth, directed Yuri to take action, and cooked a hearty and nutritious breakfast for the teacher before returning to school.He stopped eating with the teacher, not because he was afraid of making the teacher poor. With the wealth that Nico Flamel had accumulated over hundreds of years, he would probably be able to eat for 10 years if he were allowed to eat freely.He just thought that this was a secluded place after all. Frequently asking Yuri to go out for shopping would inevitably increase the risk of exposure. At the same time, as a big eater, he had paid extra food fees for his studies, so it would be better to go back to school to eat.

"Teacher, I'm leaving!"

"Go, go." As he drank the medicinal porridge, Nico Flamel had a loving look on his face and waved his hand to signal him to go to school.

"Yuri, if anything happens, come to the school to find me. The exit is in my dormitory. I have posted the entry and exit password on the door. If you can't find me, you can go to the cafeteria to find Kabri. He knows where I am."

"Little master, Yuri remembers it."

Orlando ate his breakfast as usual and read the letters.Since he published several papers that caused a sensation in the magical world, he has been receiving letters from wizards in different places and countries all over the world every day. Most of the letters are asking for advice on quantitative potion refining and related issues. Orlando will take out a part of it every day. Time, patient answers, and replies one by one, he felt that he lived in a magical world after all, and if he wanted to integrate into this world, he still needed to have necessary communication.

Until then, Hermione was a very good helper. She carefully checked the envelopes and put them into categories for Orlando's convenience.She will also give reminders for letters with similar issues, which reduces a lot of workload.

"Hermione, thank you!" After writing the last reply, Orlando stretched out and swept the malicious and abusive letters on the table into the trash can.

"You're welcome, Orlando." Hermione had an indescribable feeling about this guy of the same age. He was smart, powerful, mature and mysterious. He was incompatible with other Gryffindor students. He didn't look like a teenager. child.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, Harry and Ron walked in. These days, every morning as soon as the castle opened, they ran out, getting dusty every time, and then rushed to eat a few bites at the end of the meal.

"No...it's nothing." Without thinking of talking, Harry ate the spaghetti hard. He had to seize the time to eat, otherwise he would be hungry after a while.

Ron ate and stuffed things into his pockets. It seemed that he was starving.

"Harry, if there's anything I can do to help, just ask."

"Thank you, Orlando. I think we have solved this problem. In a few days, not this Saturday, I think the matter will be solved." Harry said with a relaxed face, which was something he had been worried about for more than a month. Day, the happiest day.

"Are you sure it's Saturday?" Hermione also looked relaxed.

"Sure, Saturday night." Ron said incoherently with a ball of dough in his mouth. It was just after dinner time, and the food on the table was instantly wiped out.

Patting his pockets, Ron looked very happy. Fortunately, he had packed a lot of food so he wouldn't be hungry.

At this time, Orlando noticed Ron's hand, holding a handkerchief, which was still full of blood.

"Ron, your hand is hurt."

Ron subconsciously hid his hands behind his back. "It's okay. I was bitten by a dog. It's just a minor injury. It will be fine in two days."

"I have a bottle of styptic powder here, give you a bottle." As he said this, Orlando put his hand into his arms and pretended to take something, but in fact he took out a small bottle of styptic powder from his bracelet. These were all the works he practiced when refining potions. , the medicine was still working, so he kept some.

"Take it. Don't touch the water after applying it externally. Just apply it twice in the morning and evening."

"Thank you, Orlando."

"Okay, I'm going to class, bye."

Even though he knew they were not telling the truth, Orlando didn't intend to expose them. After all, everyone has their own secrets. Since he didn't want him to know, he didn't bother to care about them. It would be better to let them suffer a little, which would save them from getting into trouble.

Early the next morning, Ron's bitten hand was swollen to twice its original size.He wondered if it would be appropriate to go to Madam Pomfrey - would she see that it was a dragon bite?By the afternoon, however, he had no other choice. The wound had turned an ugly green color, and it seemed that Norbert's teeth were poisonous.

Harry and Hermione held Ron on their left and right, and they walked to the library door. Hermione ran over to find Orlando, and Harry pressed his body against Ron to prevent him from falling.

"Orlando, we are in big trouble." Hermione walked over and said in a low voice.

"what happened?"

"Ron was bitten by a dragon and poisoned."

"It's so serious. Take me to see it quickly."

Orlando put down the book in his hand and hurriedly walked to the door. Ron was already in a coma.Orlando tore open the handkerchief wrapped around the wound and was surprised to find that Ron's entire right hand had completely turned dark green and his arm was swollen to the thickness of two fists. The situation was critical. He did not dare to neglect and hurriedly took out a bottle of dispelling potion. Pour out half and sprinkle it on the wound, and open Ron's mouth to drink the other half.

After a while, the effect of the dispelling potion took effect, and the dark green color on Ron's arm gradually faded away. However, he was not awake yet. It seemed that the remaining poison had not been cleared away. The dispelling potion only acted on the remaining magical toxins. It has no effect on the toxins that have penetrated into the body. If it is not eradicated as soon as possible, it is very likely to leave sequelae.

"Quickly, send him to Madam Pomfrey. If this toxin is not eradicated as soon as possible, the sequelae may follow him for the rest of his life."

Upon hearing this, Harry and Hermione no longer struggled. Their friends' lives were at stake, and other things should be put aside.

In order to rush for time, Orlando took out his magic wand and cast a levitating spell, making Ron float while lying flat on his back, and they ran all the way to the school hospital.

Madam Pomfrey looked at Ron in surprise. Harry hesitated and said that he was bitten by an unknown magical creature. Even Orlando couldn't lie to him, let alone Pomfrey, who had been a doctor for many years. Mrs. Ray.

After settling Ron, several people returned to the castle. In the Gryffindor lounge, Orlando said nothing.

Harry tried to speak several times, but closed his mouth several times. Hermione couldn't stand it anymore and said directly: "Hagrid kept a Norwegian Ridgeback, and Ron was bitten by it."

"You really know how to play, Harry." Orlando said jokingly.

"We don't want this. No one has ever raised a dragon. Who knew it would grow so fast? We have already thought of a way to send it away this Saturday." Harry said with some anxiety.

"Orlando, you will help us, won't you?" Hermione begged, doubting whether the two friends could send off a dragon safely.

Orlando had a headache. What the hell is this? "Take me to Hagrid now. You don't have to wait for Saturday to avoid long nights and nightmares. I'll deal with it now."

"You can't kill Norbert. Hagrid will be sad and he will fight you tooth and nail." Harry's eyes turned red.

"Who said I was going to kill it?"

"What you just said, to deal with it, Hermione heard it too."

"What I mean is to find a place to raise this dragon. I happen to know that there is such a place that can take it in. I don't mean to kill it."

"Really?"

"Really, take me there quickly. If the school finds out too late, Hagrid will be expelled from the school. You don't want Hagrid to be homeless, right?"

"Okay, let's go right away." Hermione waved her hand and walked away.

It was almost dark at this time. In order to hurry up, several people trotted out of the castle. Hagrid's hut was located on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Hagrid, open the door, I'm Harry." Harry knocked on the door first.

Orlando noticed that the doors and windows of Hagrid's house were tightly closed, and any gaps with gaps were covered with a layer of newspaper to make them airtight.

The door opened, and a big fluffy head leaked out. It was unshaven and had burnt spots. Hagrid grinned and seemed very happy, "Harry, Norbert can walk now. I'm training him to call his mother." .”

Hagrid's voice was a little excited. He didn't notice that there was anyone else besides Harry. Harry looked embarrassed and said, "Let us in quickly."

"Orlando, why are you here? What...what did I just say?" Hagrid was a little at a loss, as if he was a child who made a mistake and was caught by an adult.

"Hagrid, Orlando is here to help you, let us in quickly." Hermione said anxiously. Being discovered by Malfoy last time made her a little cautious.

"Okay, okay, come in quickly!" Hagrid let go of his burly body.

A five-foot-long little dragon was standing on the wooden house Hagrid had built for it, spitting. The saliva burned the wooden floor into pits, but Hagrid turned a blind eye to it.

"See, Norbert can walk now. I want to train him to call mother. Look, he knows I'm here, Norbert! Norbert! Mother is here."

Orlando has a black streak, he is really preparing to raise a dragon as his son.

"Hagrid," Harry raised his voice, "in two weeks, Norbert will be as long as your house. Malfoy may go to Principal Dumbledore at any time." Hagrid bit his lip. "I...I know I can't keep it forever, but I can't bear to give it away. I can't."

"Hagrid, you must know that you will cause big trouble for Dumbledore. If you don't think about yourself, you should always think about the principal, right? If students complain about someone raising a dragon privately in the school, the principal will probably be punished by the board of directors. Impeachment, do you know what the consequences will be?" Orlando couldn't stand it anymore and had to clarify the seriousness of the matter.

Hagrid wiped away his tears, "Does it really have to be like this?"

"It has to be this way, Hagrid." Hermione couldn't bear it, but Orlando was right, the consequences would be too serious and would even involve the principal.

"Okay then, what do you guys decide to do? Didn't you say we'll send him off on Saturday?" Hagrid completely gave up and asked dejectedly.

"It's too late. Ron was bitten and was sent to the hospital this afternoon. Madam Pomfrey must have noticed something. We have to send him away before the incident happens, and it will be too late," Harry explained anxiously. .

"Is Ron seriously injured?"

"I was poisoned. Although I used the magic dispelling potion to stop the injury, the remaining poison was not cleared away. If not treated in time, there may be lifelong sequelae, so I had to be sent to the school hospital." Orlando explained.

"It's all my fault." Hagrid complained as he pulled his hair hard.

"Now is not the time to be upset, Hagrid. We invited Orlando here to solve this problem." Hermione became dissatisfied with Hagrid's delay in sending Norbert away.

"Okay, what do you guys think we should do?"

Orlando snapped his fingers, and Capri, who received the summons, teleported and appeared in the hut.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

"You go to the hidden cabin, say hello to the teacher, and tell me that I will place a little dragon in the castle. When you come back, take Yuri with you, and you two will take the dragon back."

Kabri glanced at the five-foot-long little dragon and bowed respectfully, "Okay, Master, Kabri will go now."

"Orlando, you have a house elf?"

"Is there another teacher?"

"Teacher, does he still have a castle?"

"You are singing a double act, one sentence per person. It is inconvenient for me to tell you in detail, but Principal Dumbledore knows that my teacher accepted me. To be precise, it was his recommendation that allowed me to worship him. Under the teacher’s tutelage. There is no better place to send Norbert for adoption, it is safe and private.”