I'm a priest at Hogwarts

It wasn't until dark that the teacher didn't come back. Orlando was a little anxious. He didn't know if Professor Dumbledore had arrived. He hoped that nothing would happen to the teacher.

"Little master, this is your dinner." Yuri prepared a large roasted whole lamb, and Orlando was not polite. He turned his anxiety into appetite and ate it with big mouthfuls.

After eating a whole sheep, Orlando made himself a pot of tea and was about to get rid of the bad taste in his mouth. At this time, the ground seemed to be hit by something, and the defensive magic in the castle instantly turned on, and then went out again. Orlando knew that the teacher had returned at this time, and he hurriedly put down the teapot and ran out.

Sure enough, a huge steel golem landed on the lawn outside the castle. Nico Flamel laughed and walked out of the cockpit on the chest of the golem. When he saw Orlando coming to greet him, he called out, " It’s so enjoyable! It’s so enjoyable!”

Seeing that the teacher returned safely, Oran suppressed the surprise in his heart and used the power of his soul to check the teacher's body. He found no signs of soul disintegration and the injuries had not worsened. Orlando was relieved.

"Orlando, you haven't seen it. When these old guys saw me, their expressions were wonderful, hahaha." Nico Flamel patted Orlando's shoulder hard, excited.

"Teacher, what did you promise me in the first place? You are not allowed to use magic during the healing period. Have you forgotten?" Orlando said with a straight face, not giving Nico Flamel any face.

Nico Flamel's half-clapped hand stopped in the air, and he said nonchalantly: "Ah...ahha, I really didn't use magic. You saw the giant steel puppet I used, didn't you?"

This is obviously an act of exploiting loopholes. Orlando feels the need to take it seriously. This is no joke. Although the soul-soothing pill has the effect of calming the soul and inhibiting the disintegration of the soul, it is not a panacea. If it is not controlled, the early stage Treatment will be in vain.

"I don't believe it. Such a big steel puppet beast can be driven without magic power."

"Magic power is not considered magic. It does not require the consumption of mental energy." Nico Flamel said sophistry.

"Teacher...you, you are completely sophistry. I asked you not to use magic, so you just use magic. Can your body be able to use magic now?"

"Isn't this a very small consumption, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten this big guy out." Nico Flamel's voice became lower and lower, and he also knew that he was in the wrong.

"Besides, I'm not here to help you vent your anger. Okay, okay, isn't it okay? I've been hungry all day and I'm exhausted. Let Yuri get some food quickly, okay?"

At this point, it was useless for Orlando to say any more, so he had to keep a straight face and say nothing. How could this old man be so willful at his age?

"Yuri, where are you? Get me some food quickly, you want to starve me to death." Seeing that Orlando stopped talking, Nico Flamel quickly changed the subject and started shouting.

After having a late-night snack with the teacher and listening to him boast about today's deeds, Orlando realized that the teacher's appearance not only represented the return of a generation of legendary alchemists to the magical world, but also an impact on the existing wizarding forces. The great influence and far-reaching shocking effect were beyond the imagination of a boy who had just entered the magical world.

It can be said that this appearance, especially the big killer weapon of the steel puppet beast, suddenly reminded the wizard family who was accustomed to the peaceful era of that bloody era.

Seeing that the teacher was beginning to show signs of fatigue, Orlando hurriedly stopped talking and let him rest. Although the injury did not worsen, the necessary training was indispensable.

"Yuri, remember that the medicinal diet cannot be stopped. From now on, the three meals a day will be mainly medicinal meals, with other supplements as supplements. Do you understand?" Orlando ordered again after waiting for the teacher to go to sleep.

"Okay, little master."

"Hmm, hold on for the next few days. Summer vacation is about to begin. I will take my family over to stay for a while and take care of the teacher. You take the time to clean up a few rooms and come out. Also, they are not wizards, they are just ordinary people. So don’t use some magic facilities and traps. I’ve already told the teacher about this, and he agrees. Just follow it.”

"Yes, little master, please don't worry, Yuri will take care of it."

"Go and get some rest early. This is a healing pill. I'll give you one, half for external use and half for internal use. Your injuries will be healed tomorrow." Orlando spread a pill around and handed it to Yuri.

"Thank you, little master. The little master is so kind to Yuri!" Yuri was moved to tears. He now truly supports this little master.Not only did he cure the old master's injuries, but he was also very good to the house elf. Where could he find such a master?

After a sleepless night, Orlando has now become accustomed to meditating instead of sleeping. Although the magic power increases slowly, the power of the soul is improving every day. Although he can't get out of the body yet, he can feel that he is in the mud in his mind. The soul is constantly growing and enriching.

The next day, the aftermath of yesterday had not dissipated. No matter where Orlando went, students and professors he knew and did not know came to chat with him. Everyone was curious about how he came to worship the legendary alchemist Nicolas Flamel. Under the door.

Some children of the wizard family came here to get close to each other, and some even extended an olive branch and sent expensive gifts to express their goodwill.Orlando refused all of them. You have to know that taking people is short-handed and eating people is short-mouthed. He didn't want to cause trouble for himself in the future. Of course, the reasons for rejection were easy to find. A simple rule of the sect stopped everyone's mouths.

Nico Flamel had many disciples in his early years. It was extremely difficult to get started and the rules were strict. Unfortunately, none of these disciples survived him and they all left before him. Later, he became disheartened and stopped. I have accepted a disciple and am living in seclusion alone.As for his apprentice's disciples, he didn't recognize any of them and let them scatter in all directions.

Now, at the end of the day, he had taken in a closed disciple on a whim, but none of the strict rules in the past were there. Of course, it was also because this new disciple was really lovable, and he couldn't bear to restrain him.

"Orlando, where have you gone?" Harry leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, yes, we knocked on your door, but we didn't see you." Ron continued.

"Are you really under the tutelage of Master Nicolas Flamel? The mysterious master you are talking about is Master Nicolas Flamel?" Hermione still couldn't help asking this question.

"Yes, I have answered this question a hundred times today, Hermione." Orlando rolled his eyes, why did everyone have to ask the same question repeatedly? Didn't Principal Dumbledore already announce it? Asked, he couldn't figure out what was going on in these little wizards' heads.

"Orlando, where..."

"You'd better not ask me anything before I finish breakfast, or else we'll break off our relationship?" Orlando interrupted Harry's question and said fiercely.

Ron swallowed and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Several people were eating silently around him, when an owl flew over and dropped a golden envelope. On the front of the envelope, a large and delicate silver "W" shone brightly.

"This?" Hermione said in disbelief.

"What is it?" Ron asked.

"The symbol of the Wizengamot."

"What is that?" Harry also wanted to know, but he did not dare to ask Orlando, so he had to ask Hermione for help.

"You should really read more, Harry. The Wizengamot is an organization that existed long before the Ministry of Magic. It is the oldest and most authoritative organization and represents the interests of the vast majority of wizards. It is equivalent to the Muggle world. A combination of the court and parliament, consisting of about fifty members, the highest officer is called the Chief Magician of the Wizengamot." Hermione's eyes were wide open, she looked at Orlando in disbelief, and let out a long sigh. He said in a tone: "The most important thing is that the Order of Merlin is awarded by this organization."

"You mean?"

"impossible?"

Both Harry and Ron's eyes widened, the Order of Merlin, oh my God!

Orlando didn't bother to care about this. He just opened the envelope. The content of the letter was not long. It mainly informed Orlando that he had been nominated by the International Federation of Magic. The confirmation of the Wizengamot recognized his outstanding contributions in the field of potion manufacturing. , decided to award him the Second Class Magician Medal of the Sir Order of Merlin.

"Why did it become a second-level medal? Didn't Principal Dumbledore say it was a third-level medal?" Orlando was confused. He looked over it over and over again. It was correct that it was a second-level medal.

"How's it going, Orlando?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"You are right, it is a letter from the Wizengamot, awarding me the Order of the Order of the Ring, Second Class."

"Second Order of the Order of Merit?" Harry and Ron shouted in unison after hearing this.

This voice directly alarmed the other students in the auditorium, and everyone gathered around and squeezed forward.

As soon as he saw this situation, Orlando knew that something was wrong. This time he learned a lesson. Instead of being passively surrounded, it was better to take the initiative. He jumped on the dining table, snapped his fingers, and two small lightning bolts rubbed between his fingers, making a sound. Loud noise.

The huge noise silenced the crowd. Orlando raised the envelope in his hand and said loudly: "Classmates, I just received a letter from the Wizengamot. They decided to award me the Order of Merlin, Second Class Magician. This is It is my personal honor and the honor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I hope that the students can continue their efforts in the future and work hard together to make our school proud of us and proud of us."

After hearing these words, the students shouted excitedly and clapped their hands, as if they were the second Orlando and were about to become the next recipient of the Order of Merlin.

Orlando bowed and jumped down from the table in a hurry. He was in the limelight today and this was not his style.

At this time, Dumbledore walked over from the crowd. He waved his wand, and the entire auditorium instantly became dazzling. The tables of the four major colleges were covered with flowers, and the ceiling of the auditorium turned into a dazzling star map. Various birds were flying and dancing on several colonnades, and two large peacocks appeared in mid-air as if they were coming from behind a curtain.

The students were attracted by this beautiful scene and gradually became quiet.

"It's great to be young!" Dumbledore pinched the corners of his eyes and said with emotion, "Children, I hope you can maintain this enthusiasm. You know, the world is infinite and magic is endless. I hope you will I will always remember this day and this moment in my future life.”

The students clapped excitedly again, and many senior students didn't even know their palms were red.

Dumbledore waved his hand for silence.He continued:

"Our Orlando, a little wizard from a Muggle family, was awarded the Second Order of Merlin by the Wizengamot today. This is the smallest Order of Merlin since the establishment of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The recipient of the Order of Merlin is also the youngest recipient since the Order of Merlin was awarded. This huge honor is not only due to his personal talent, but also his acquired diligence and hard work, which we all can see. I hope that all of us Teachers and students must learn this diligent and hard-working spirit. Only in this way, the magical world will be more exciting because of you. Now, I announce that in order to reward this spirit, I have decided to exempt Orlando students from all expenses during their studies at school. Tuition and miscellaneous fees will be paid, and he will be given the title of assistant professor at the same time. Of course, after graduation, he can take up the position of professor at any time if he wishes."

......

There was no way to stay at school these days, so Orlando packed up his things, asked Professor McGonagall for a leave of absence, and ran away.

"It's more comfortable to live here, Teacher." Orlando sighed.

"You kid, you don't look like a kid at this age at all. You shouldn't be celebrating with your friends at this time. What's the point of running back to accompany an old man like me?" Nico Flamel looked puzzled.

"Don't always treat me like a child. I am a disciple of a legendary alchemist. How can I be as superficial as a child?" Orlando happily took a sip of the tea, which was made from the roots of a mountain tree that was more than ten years old. If the wizard doesn't drink, it will be easier for him.

"You! You! It's not okay to live as if you are hundreds of years old when you are a teenager. There are still many days to come. If you are to reach my age, you will not live like an old antique. This is not acceptable." Nico Flamel shook his head and said that he sincerely hoped that this young apprentice could have a happy childhood.

"Teacher, what is the purpose of Principal Dumbledore asking me to be an assistant professor?" Knowing that Dumbledore was playing a big game of chess, and he was likely to become a pawn on the chessboard, he hesitated whether to jump out. This chessboard, after all, he is now studying under Nico Flamel, so there is no need to waste it in school.

"Hmph, you kid, I asked Dumbledore to make you an assistant professor."

"What is your idea, teacher?"

"Yes, don't you think it's a pity that the teacher's abilities are not known to the world?"

"You want me to apprentice you at Hogwarts?"

"I'll teach you a big-headed ghost. Don't you think too much? Dumbledore has always wanted to open an alchemy course at Hogwarts. The best candidate is of course me, but how can a bad old man like me have the time to teach and educate people? , I think you are quite suitable, so I recommend you. Firstly, as my only disciple, you have the responsibility to carry forward alchemy; secondly, wizards are also social animals after all, so you are the general manager at such a young age. You can't live alone, old man, I'm still waiting to have my great-grandson." Nico Flamel had a proud face, his two long beards were trembling constantly, he was really a disrespectful guy.