I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"Kabri, you stay here, I'll go see the teacher."

After washing, Orlando took out the portable moving box, opened the lid and got in.

"Little master, are you here?" Yuri, who was cleaning up the gnomes in the garden, put down the pole in his hand and walked over.

"is the teacher here?"

"Master is reading a book, please come with me."

In the study, four oil lamps were hung high, illuminating the room.

"Are you here?" Nico Flamel, who heard the footsteps, put down the book in his hand and looked up.

"I'm here, teacher. This is a cake made by Emily herself. She asked me to hand it over to you."

Orlando opened the gift box in his hand. The cake inside had been deformed and looked like a football with butter. Several English letters could be faintly seen in the center of the sphere. Maybe it was because the technique was too clumsy and he couldn't tell what was written. What is it.

Nico Flamel didn't care so much. He happily took the box and didn't mind the ugliness of the cake. He pinched a piece with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth. While eating, he asked: "Is the little one okay at home?"

"It's good. I just want to learn magic."

"Hey, there's nothing we can do about it. Not only does this child have a low affinity for magic elements, but he also doesn't have much mental strength. It's hard for him to learn magic."

"That's what I told her, but I couldn't stop her from being so reckless, so I had to promise her that I would find a solution for her in a few years when my soul magic makes further progress."

"What can you do?" Nico Flamel asked curiously.

"Psychotropic potion."

"Psychic potion? The materials are difficult to find, and the success rate is extremely low. Are you sure you want to refine this thing?"

"What should we do? Only spiritual potions can greatly enhance a person's mental power. This can barely change the fact that Emily cannot learn magic."

"That's true. You concentrate on learning the magic potion refining, and I will take care of the materials." Putting down the cake in his hand, Nico Flamel motioned to Yuri to put it away, and he was ready to continue enjoying it tomorrow.

"we can only do this."

After chatting with the teacher for a while, Orlando said goodbye and returned to his bedroom. Next to his bed, a strange instrument was placed on the bedside table. This was exactly the magic conversion device.

Orlando originally wanted to name it the Magic Force Accelerator, but Nico Flamel thought the name was too vulgar and had to call it the Sage Accelerator.Xi's arm couldn't twist his thigh, so Orlando had to hold his nose and admit it.

After taking off his shoes and sitting cross-legged, Orlando started the Sage Accelerator. With the magic stone as the source of magic power, the Sage Accelerator could continuously deliver magic power to Orlando for practice.

After entering the foundation building stage, the magic power in Orlando's body was converted from gaseous state to liquid state. Although the amount was small, the energy density was even better.If you practice step by step according to the exercises, it will take at least 50 years to reach the late stage of foundation building at the current progress.

Of course, now that we have the Sage Accelerator, we save a lot of time and our cultivation progress is more than ten times faster.

I saw Orlando put the output tube of the Sage Accelerator in the palm of his hand, and the magic power entered from the Laogong point in the palm, and entered the sandalwood through Kongzui and Tianfu. As the technique moved, the magic power entering the body was gradually refined, and part of it was in the gaseous state. It is transformed into a liquid state to strengthen the magic power; the other part travels throughout the body with the movement of the technique, expanding the muscles and veins in the body and strengthening the physical body.

Cultivation is a constant thing, boring and tedious, but Orlando is immersed in it, and every bit of progress makes him ecstatic.

After practicing all night, Orlando woke up, opened the casing of the Sage accelerator, and conducted routine inspections.Orlando discovered that continued use had made the Philosopher's Stone tired, and its originally dark and shiny surface became dull.

"It seems that the time when using the Sage Accelerator must be controlled in the future. It should not exceed eight hours at a time, otherwise continued high-intensity use will greatly reduce the service life of the Magic Stone." Orlando muttered to himself.

Back at school, Capri had already prepared the curriculum. Orlando picked it up and glanced at it, saw Rohatchi's name, and then curled his lips.

Today's breakfast consisted of bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herring, mountains of bread, and plates of eggs and bacon.Orlando, who is sitting in the front row of the table, can easily get a bunch of his favorite food without bending down, because there is almost no one here to grab it from him.

While he was eating with gusto, a deafening voice came over. Orlando turned his head and looked at the dining table. He saw a wet red envelope with black smoke coming from the corners. He opened his mouth wide and made a huge roar. It filled the entire auditorium and shook the dust off the ceiling:

"...I wouldn't be surprised at all if they fire you for stealing a car. It depends on how I deal with you then. You probably haven't thought about it at all. Your father and I found the car missing. How did you feel..."

It was Mrs. Weasley's shout, a hundred times louder than usual, which made the plates and spoons on the table rattle and the echoes from the stone walls were deafening.

Everyone in the auditorium turned around to see who had received the shouting letter. At this time, Ron huddled in his chair, and all he could see was a red forehead. He was so embarrassed that he was ashamed.

Harry beside him was already dizzy from the loud sound, and tried his best to pretend not to hear the sound that hit his eardrums.The classmates sitting around them dispersed in a crowd, staying far away for fear of being affected.

This is the first time Orlando has experienced the power of howling letters. According to Cabri, he received many such letters last semester, but they were all dealt with. At that time, he was a little disapproving. Now that he thinks about it, Capri has done it for him. Quietly solved a lot of troubles.

The yelling letters finally stopped, and the students all returned to their original seats and continued eating breakfast. At this time, Harry and Ron were as if they had just been washed by the tide, slumping down on their chairs limply.

Orlando saw Hermione lowering her head and talking to Ron, and gradually the two began to argue.

Orlando shrugged. He was not their nanny and couldn't care too much. He just continued to cook. He took two pieces of bread, wrapped them in bacon and eggs, and started eating.

The first class of the day was Herbology class, with the Hufflepuff students. This class was dispensable for Orlando, but skipping class on the first day of school was always a bad idea, so he might as well go.

As they left the castle, Harry, Ron and Hermione caught up with them.

"Orlando, you're so mean. You saw us flying in the sky and you didn't think of anything to do with us." Harry said jokingly.

"How can I save you? A bolt of lightning will knock you down?"

"It's better not to, I don't want to become a grilled fish." Ron shuddered at the thought of flying in mid-air and being chopped into char by lightning.

"I think it's better to let Orlando chop you off, so that you don't have to be punished by the school." Hermione hated their behavior of violating school rules on the first day of school, and she would say something bad every chance she got.

"We agreed not to mention this, Hermione," Ron said dissatisfied.

"Okay, you two, stop arguing." Harry said a little irritably.

"Okay, it was just a joke. You have learned a lesson, so let's let this matter go."

They approached the greenhouse and saw other students standing outside, waiting for Professor Sprout.As soon as Orlando and others joined in, they saw Professor Sprout striding across the lawn, followed by Gilderoy Lockhart.

Professor Sprout's arms were covered with many bandages, and Orlando saw from a distance that several branches of the Whomping Willow were hanging with bandages.

"Is that the tree?" Orlando pointed in the distance.

"That's it." Harry nodded guiltily.

Orlando noticed that Professor Sprout was a short and stocky witch with a patched hat on his flowing hair. There was always a lot of mud on his clothes. He seemed to be a frugal person.

In contrast, Gilderoy Lockhart was spotless from head to toe, wearing flowing turquoise robes, and wearing a turquoise top hat with gold rims on top of his shiny blond hair.Well-dressed and noble in manners, he is the type that little girls like.

Many girls in the team were already looking at him with gleaming eyes. If it weren't for the class, many of them might have run over to show their courtesy.

"Oh, hello!" Lockhart greeted the students with a cheerful face.

"Just now, Professor Sprout showed us how to heal the wounds of the Whomping Willow. But I don't want you to think that I am better than her in herbal medicine. I just happened to see a few trees during my travels. It's just this magical plant..." Lockhart said boastfully.

After hearing this, Orlando curled his lips. At this time, he happened to be at the back of the team, closest to Lockhart. Before he could react, Lockhart rushed over as if he had discovered a new world. He was about to grab Orlando's hand, which startled him. Under reflex, Orlando stretched out his hand and pushed. Although he controlled the force, he still pushed the rushing Lockhart away and fell five meters away. Professor Sprout on the side was startled.

"Orlando, what are you doing?" Professor Sprout was very dissatisfied with Orlando's behavior. Although she also hated Lockhart, she couldn't tolerate hitting someone, or a professor.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't mean to do it. I just saw in Lockhart's book that he once fought a mountain monster with his bare hands, so I thought..."

"It's okay, it's okay, Professor Sprout. It's really beyond my expectation! I didn't expect Orlando to be so strong. I was unprepared and fell into the trap accidentally. Otherwise, with my ability to fight against the mountain monster, , I will never be pushed down by him. What is most unbelievable to me is that classmate Orlando is also a fan of my books. This makes me, a recipient of the third-level magician medal of Sir Merlin, even more honored. I decided I’m going to give classmate Orlando a complete set of books signed with my name, and a photo album as well.” As soon as Lockhart finished speaking, the group of students burst into warm applause, especially the girls who clapped loudest. .

Orlando was disgusted by these words. He had the intention to punch him again and knock this disgusting guy away, but considering the consequences of doing so, he gave up in the end.

"Okay, okay, class time is up. Please go to the third greenhouse, now, immediately, immediately." Professor Sprout also seemed to be disgusted. She was obviously sullen, contrary to her usual cheerful demeanor. , the students were forcibly taken away.

The students had not yet recovered from their excitement. They were whispering about Lockhart, and many were fascinated by him.

"Orlando, can I ask you something?" Hermione blushed and asked in a low voice.

Orlando, who had never seen her like this before, asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

"Can you give me a book signed by Lockhart? I just want one." Hermione looked at him expectantly.

Harry and Ron, who were eavesdropping on the side, glanced at each other with expressions of disbelief in their eyes - Hermione actually likes Lockhart, that handsome guy in gorgeous clothes?

"How can one book be enough? I've given them all to you." Such useless books would only be burned as firewood here in Orlando, so he gave them all to Hermione without hesitation.

"Really?" Hermione looked at him with gleaming eyes, "Orlando, you are so kind!"

Not to mention, Hermione's dimples look pretty when she smiles.

"Okay, just concentrate on class and don't get caught by Professor Sprout. I think she seems to be in a bad mood today."

Sprout pays no attention to appearance and is unkempt, but her lessons are extremely attentive.She was seen standing behind a stool in the middle of the greenhouse. On the stool were twenty pairs of earmuffs of different colors.The students all looked at her curiously, looking forward to learning new knowledge in this class.

"We're going to repot the mandrake today. Now, can anyone tell me what the properties of the mandrake are?"

Orlando does not bother to answer this kind of question. No matter how well he does now, he will not add points to Gryffindor. This has become the consensus of the teachers and students in the school, because starting from this semester, his The status of assistant professor has been officially recognized.

Not surprisingly, Hermione was the first to raise her hand. "Mandrake, also called mandrake root, is a powerful restorative used to restore people who have been transformed or under a spell to their original state."

"Very good, ten points for Gryffindor." Professor Sprout said, "Mandrake is an important component of most antidotes, but it is also very dangerous. Can anyone tell me why?"

Feeling the sweetness, Hermione raised her hand again, and Professor Sprout looked at her again.

"Hearing a mandrake cry can kill someone."

"Exactly, plus ten points." Professor Sprout said, "Look, the mandrakes here are still very young." Professor Sprout pointed to a row of deep-bottomed plates.

Everyone moved closer to get a better look. There were about a hundred green and purple seedlings arranged there.Orlando could feel the faint magic waves emitting from these young mandrakes.

"A pair of earmuffs each," said Professor Sprout.

Everyone scrambled for a while, but no one wanted to get a pair of pink fluffy earmuffs. Finally, the pink fluffy earmuffs fell into Orlando's hands.