I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"It's much easier than I originally thought," Hermione said as they followed the crowd to the sunny field outside. "I don't actually need to memorize the 'Werewolf Code of Conduct of [-]' and The history of the elf rebellion. Orlando, how did you do in the exam?" As if realizing how superficial it was to talk about the exam in front of a test master, Hermione hurriedly changed the subject.

"It goes without saying that for several tests in Orlando, the professor announced perfect scores on the spot without having to wait for the test results to come out." Ron said sourly.

"He hasn't reviewed at all, and I haven't seen him memorize the key points." Harry said with the same hatred.

"Yes, yes. We have worked so hard to memorize and review, but we have never seen him study hard." On this point, Hermione also agreed. Although she did very well in the exam, it was not the result of her hard work, like She protested strongly against Orlando's effortless ability to achieve good results.

"You know, I read as many books as you do." Orlando shrugged and said casually.

"What you're looking at has nothing to do with the exam," Ron said.

"That's because I know all the books, so I don't have to waste time."

"It's so irritating to talk to him, I've decided." Harry said plausibly.

After waiting for a while, but no further words came out, Hermione asked: "Decided on what?"

"I decided not to give him any extra chocolate pictures from now on."

"Tch, I thought you were going to break off the relationship, but that's it." Ron said contemptuously.

The group of people talked and laughed, walked slowly down the slope, came to the lake, and plopped down under the tree.Not far away, a large squid lay basking in the warm shallow water, and the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan were gently stroking its tentacles.

"How great, no more revision." Ron exhaled happily and stretched out his limbs on the grass. "Harry, be happy. We won't know how bad we did in the exam in a week. There's no need to worry about it now. Right, Orlando?"

"Of course he doesn't have to worry." Harry rubbed his forehead, the scar on his forehead starting to hurt again.

"I really want to know what that means!" he said, suddenly annoyed. "My scar hurts all the time—it has hurt before, but never as often as it does now."

He thought for a while and then said: "Since I came back from the Forbidden Forest, the pain has become more frequent. I suspect it's... Wuwu."

Before Harry could finish speaking, he was covered by Ron. "Please, don't mention this name?" Ron has been frightened too much recently and has formed a conditioned reflex.

"Go and see Madam Pomfrey," Hermione suggested.

"I'm not sick," Harry said. "I took it as a warning... that danger was coming... What do you think, Orlando?"

"I think you need to go find Principal Dumbledore. I don't think this is a warning. Maybe you need to learn Occlumency in advance."

"Occlumency, what is that?" Harry asked.

"It's a kind of magic that can only be mastered by senior students. I read in "A History of Hogwarts" that Dumbledore is the master in this area." Hermione looked at Orlando.

Ron curled his lips and muttered, "You are the only one who knows how to show off."

"Hermione is right, Dumbledore's Occlumency is indeed very powerful." Orlando said noncommittally.

"Orlando, can you?"

"I don't have to learn how to do it."

"What? You can do it without learning?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"Yes, you also know that I practice attribute magic, and thunder and lightning magic is just one of them. There is also a kind of soul magic, which is born with the effect of Occlumency. That's why I said I can master it without learning it."

"I really envy you, how can you teach me?" Harry asked hopefully, he was going crazy from the damn pain.

"I'm afraid it won't work, Harry. I have a special situation and am born with strong soul power, so I can learn it. You can't do it now."

After hearing this, Harry was a little frustrated. He didn't doubt that Orlando was lying to him. After all, Orlando had forced them too much. If he had Orlando's ability, he wouldn't have to be in such panic all day long.

"Harry, relax. As long as Dumbledore is around, the Philosopher's Stone will not be in danger. In any case, we have not found any evidence to confirm that Snape has found out how to subdue Fluffy. He almost did it last time If your leg is bitten off, you won't rush to take risks again. If even Hagrid betrays Dumbledore, then Neville can be selected for the England Quidditch team."

Ron's comfort had no effect at all. He had a bad premonition that the monster in the Forbidden Forest seemed to be very close to him. Perhaps as Orlando said, Voldemort was lurking somewhere and possessing someone. , secrets licking their wounds.

"Okay, okay, Harry. Don't worry. How can a dying Voldemort be so frightened? You know, I fought him face to face in the Forbidden Forest, and I don't know how strong he is. As long as the three of you work together, you don't have to be afraid if you really meet him. The talisman I gave you is not for decoration. It will be no problem to resist him for a while. In this way, whether it is Principal Dumbledore or I have time to get there.”

Orlando's words were more effective than Ron's empty words, and Harry regained his fighting spirit, "Thank you, Orlando."

"Harry, Ron, we just finished the exam and have nothing to do. Let's go practice using talismans." Hermione suggested.

Ron lay on the lawn, unable to cheer up. It was too hot.

Harry's eyes lit up, yes, instead of worrying here, it's better to train so that if he really encounters Voldemort, he won't be tied down.

"Orlando, are you going?" Hermione asked.

"I won't go, I have other things to do."

"OK then."

Harry picked up Ron and quickly walked up the slope back to the castle.

Orlando Shishiran lay down on the lawn. He had a rare free time today, so he decided to empty his head and experience nature.

"Master." Kabri suddenly appeared and called softly.

"Well!" Orlando opened his eyes, and the bright sun dazzled him. "How is the teacher?"

It turned out that Orlando, who had not been able to go back for a few days, was worried about the teacher's health, so he sent Cabri back to have a look.

"Master, the old master's castle has strong defensive magic. I can't get close to it at all." Capri said guiltily.

"As expected, it seems that the teacher is hiding something from me." Orlando said thoughtfully. "Okay, you go back to the school cafeteria first. I'll try again tonight to see if I can go back."

"Okay, master."

Sure enough, when Orlando took out the portable mobile box at night, no matter how he chanted the spell, the door of the box could not be opened. It seemed that Teacher Nico really had something to hide from him, otherwise he would not have locked the light door to prevent him from knowing.

Forget it, the old guy who is hundreds of years old should know the severity and nothing will happen. It is better to wait for him to contact you!Orlando put the box away, picked up the letter paper, and began to write home.Emily's birthday is coming soon, and he has prepared a special gift - a wizard chess set, just to send it back together.

After doing this, Orlando began to practice daily. Recently, he felt that the efficiency of meditation was getting lower and lower, and the magic power in his body seemed to be saturated. If he wanted to make progress, he must make a breakthrough. It seemed that it was time to prepare for the foundation-building period.

......

The weather in July changes all the time. The sun was shining brightly yesterday, and it was raining heavily today. However, this did not affect Orlando's appetite at all, and he was seen devouring breakfast.

Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamation in the auditorium, not only from the student table, but also from the staff table. Orlando had a habit of eating eight minutes full first, and then reading the newspaper, and he didn't know what happened.

Harry opened his mouth so wide that he didn't even know the oil cake fell from his mouth, leaving a large area of ​​oil on his chest.

"Orlando, is this true?"

"What's real or fake?"

"Nicholas Flamel? You don't know."

All Gryffindor students came together at this time, and students from other houses also flocked here.

"What happened?"

"Read today's newspaper, Orlando." Harry was pushed aside and yelled the last part with his body tilted.

Putting down the pancake in his hand, Orlando quickly picked up the newspaper and started reading. When he opened the Daily Prophet, the first page showed a large dynamic picture. A steel puppet monster more than ten feet tall was roaring up to the sky. Hundreds of wizards formed a circle at their feet, and the gate of the International Federation of Magic behind them had been trampled to pieces.

A line of large black characters at the top of the picture reads: The legendary alchemist Nico Flamel broke into the headquarters of the Wizards Association angrily, just to seek justice for his disciple (Orlando Bloom).

"This, this is too fierce." Orlando swallowed hard, a little speechless. Even if others don't give you a medal, you won't tear down other people's homes. This style is too overbearing.

"Orlando, is that you the Orlando Bloom in the newspaper?"

"Did you really become a disciple of Nico Flamel?"

"The legendary alchemist Nicolas Flamel? Is that true?"

......

The students at Hogwarts had already huddled together, and everyone was shouting.

Orlando was frightened by the fight. It would not be good if there was a stampede.

At this moment, even if Principal Dumbledore appeared, he waved his wand, and there was a white light and a loud noise. The huge sound drowned everyone's shouts, and everyone fell silent in unison.

"Listen to me, yes, our first-year Gryffindor student, Orlando Bloom, is fortunate enough to be a student of the legendary alchemist Nico Flamel, but Master Nico has lived in seclusion for many years and is not known to the world. This The first time I came out was to declare my existence, and the second time was to support the novice disciples, so the things in the newspaper are indeed true, you don't need to make a fuss, just retreat."

Dumbledore's intimidation was still there, and the students retreated in twos and threes, just talking in low voices and looking towards Orlando as they spoke.

Orlando lost his appetite for the first time. He was eager to know what was going on and whether the teacher's injuries would worsen as a result.

"Orlando, come with me." Professor McGonagall walked over.

"Okay, Professor."

The two of them walked out of the auditorium door one after another. Dumbledore was already waiting in the office.

"Tell me, what's going on? You should know that Nico's injury prevents him from using magic for many years, right?" Dumbledore's words were a little cold. This was the first time Orlando felt a different side of him.

"Principal, I really don't know what happened. A week ago, the teacher said that the school had final exams and asked me not to run back and forth. He also stopped the teleportation door. I was worried. Yesterday, he asked Kabri to go back. Once there, the defensive magic of the hidden hut prevented it from entering, so I really don’t know what happened.”

After hearing this, Dumbledore's stern expression softened, "The old man's temper is still as fiery as ever. Although I had expected it, I didn't expect that he would even send out the giant puppet. This is going to cause trouble." Rhythm!”

Dumbledore tapped his fingers on the table, calmed down, and said, "I'm going to the International Magic Federation. Please help me look after the school. I believe that with your current ability, you should be able to do the job."

Orlando nodded, "Principal, when I see the teacher, please give me a message. If he doesn't advise you to use magic willfully, I will no longer recognize him as a teacher."

Dumbledore looked at Orlando with a strange look on his face. How could he be so threatening?With how much the old guy values ​​Orlando, maybe it can happen.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Back in the Gryffindor common room, it has become a sea of ​​joy. These little wizards have never seen such breaking news in their entire lives - a generation of legendary alchemists stepped on the International Magical Federation, and it was all because of a student. .They were all waiting for Orlando to get more reliable news from him.

Orlando explained endlessly that he was also kept in the dark, but his classmates just didn't believe it. In a fit of anger, he followed Dumbledore's example, took out his wand and fired a bolt of lightning into the sky. As a result, he accidentally cracked the ceiling. The hole and the fallen sawdust fell on his head and face. The students were really shocked at first, but then they all burst into laughter when they saw him like this.

Orlando didn't bother to wipe the sawdust off his head, and rushed out of the crowd in one stride, returning to his dormitory.Hastily taking out the portable suitcase, this time the spell did not fail, and he returned to the hidden cabin again.

"Teacher, teacher, are you back?" Orlando shouted several times.

Then Yuri appeared, with a look of grievance on his face and bruises on his head.

"Yuri, what happened?"

"Master, he went out in the steel puppet beast, and I couldn't stop him." Yuri's eyes were filled with tears of self-blame.

"What exactly is going on?"

"The master started preparing it more than a month ago, but he never let me tell you."

"You, you, haven't I told you a long time ago to come to school and see me if anything happens?"

"The master tied me up in the magic circle before going out. It took a lot of strength for me to break free."

Orlando looked at the injuries on Yuri's head and the marks on his hands and feet, and knew it was not his fault, so he stopped blaming him.

"When did the teacher leave?"

"It's been almost a day, little master."

"Okay, there's no need to say anything. Let's go and clean up the wounds. I'm not going anywhere today. I'm just waiting in the castle."

"Okay, little master, I'll prepare something to eat for you."

"Go."