I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Looking at the pink earmuffs in Orlando's hand, Harry and Ron lowered their heads and laughed.

"Orlando, let me change mine for you!" Hermione took out her pair of white earmuffs and handed them to Orlando.

"Forget it, no need to change, I'm not going to wear it."

While he was talking, Professor Sprout clapped his hands and shouted: "When I tell you to put on earmuffs, be sure to cover your ears tightly. When it is safe to take off the earmuffs, I will Two thumbs up. OK – put on the earmuffs.”

Professor Sprout himself put on a pair of pink fluffy earmuffs, rolled up his sleeves, firmly grasped a blade of grass, and pulled it out with all his strength.

What was pulled out of the soil was not grass roots, but a very ugly baby with leaves growing on its head.His skin is light green with spots on it.

As soon as the little guy left the soil, he cried loudly at the top of his lungs. The voice was sharp and harsh, going straight into the heart. Orlando felt a faint spiritual power vibrating from the voice. Anyone who heard the voice would have their souls torn apart. Of course, this slight soul vibration is far inferior to the soul magic cast by Orlando, so it doesn't matter for him not to wear earmuffs.

Looking around, Professor Sprout realized that Orlando had not put on the earmuffs as instructed, which frightened her.

She hurriedly took out a large flower pot from under the table, stuffed the mandrake doll into it, and buried it in moist dark compost until only the clumps of leaves were exposed.

"Orlando, are you okay?" Professor Sprout asked anxiously.

"I'm fine, Professor."

"How is that possible? Why don't you wear earmuffs."

"I'm sorry, Professor, I just want to test an idea. Of course, the premise is that I have the strength to ensure that I will not be harmed."

"This is not allowed in the future. You must know that Mandrake's cry can kill people. This is no joke." Professor Sprout's face was dark. This was the first time that a student had blatantly spoken to her. Do this in class.

"Okay, Professor, I won't dare next time." In order to avoid trouble, Orado apologized humbly.

......

Orlando was absent-minded during the following lessons. He kept thinking about a question-the cry of mandrake contains spiritual power, and this power grows as it grows. So, if it is possible, , can transferring this mental power to people change a person's mental power?

Although one mandrake has limited spiritual power, can ten, a hundred, or a thousand of them together produce quantitative changes that lead to qualitative changes?After all, plants like mandrake are not hard to find in the magical world.

The only difficulty is that once the mandrake leaves the soil, it will die and its spiritual power will disappear.

"Orlando, what are you thinking about? Pass me the compost quickly." Hermione said loudly.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and a curly-haired Hufflepuff boy stood over a plate, holding it down to avoid touching the poisonous tentacles.

"Be careful of the poisonous tentacle, it's teething." Hermione warned again.

Orlando took a bag of compost, and Harry took it with his free hand. Several people worked together to finally complete the work of fertilizing the mandrake.

"My name is Justin Finch-Fletchley," the curly-haired boy happily shook hands with several people, "Nice to meet you, the genius boy Orlando Bloom, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin; and of course you , the famous Harry Potter, the darling written into history; you are Hermione Granger - the forever number one; and you, Ron Weasley, that flying car is yours, right?"

Justin Finch-Fletchley was a familiar guy, and he became familiar with everyone in a short time.

In the second half of the course, Orlando became the focus of Professor Sprout's attention. He had to wear pink earmuffs as required by the professor. After this scene was seen by the surrounding students, it aroused a lot of ridicule, especially Ron's laugh was the loudest.

"Professor, can I ask you something?" After class, Orlando found Professor Sprout.

"What's going on?" Professor Sprout stopped what he was doing.

"I want to take some mandrakes back for research. Is that possible?"

"Okay, here are the mandrakes I collected. Take it." Professor Sprout pointed to the corner of the wall, where there was a bamboo basket filled with collected and dried mandrakes.

"Professor, I think you misunderstood me. I want a few live mandrakes."

"This won't work, it's too dangerous." Professor Sprout refused without thinking.

"Professor, I am also an assistant professor recognized by the school. You should believe in my strength." Orlando looked at Sprout with a firm attitude.

"Okay then, I'll give you at most four mandrakes in their infancy. No more." Sprout hesitated, but considering that Orlando was different from other students, he finally agreed.

"Orlando, let me help you." Justin Finch-Fletchley enthusiastically took the flowerpot from Orlando's hand.

Harry and Ron each also held a basin.

"Orlando, what do you want this for?" Hermione asked confused.

"I want to study something."

"You're so big-hearted, Orlando, how dare you take such a dangerous thing back for research." Ron said with lingering fear. During class, he almost fainted because he didn't wear earplugs properly.

"That's because you're too fragile. Orlando doesn't even wear earplugs, so nothing happens." Hermione, who likes to argue, said unceremoniously.

"You're awesome, why do you wear earplugs?" Ron choked back, not to be outdone.

"You two have a really good relationship. Are you dating someone?" Justin Finch-Fletchley said suddenly without knowing why.

"Bah, who's dating him?" Hermione blushed, became angry with embarrassment, turned around and ran away.

"Justin, stop talking nonsense, who would want to date someone like this?" Ron said angrily with a red face.

Harry couldn't help laughing and almost knocked over the flower pot in his arms.

"Ron, I think you should consider it. Hermione is really good!" Orlando, who was familiar with the plot, couldn't help but joke.

"Orlando, if you say that again, I will break up with you." Seeing his friends making fun of him, Ron got angry.

"Okay, okay, it's just a joke, you really don't want to think about it?"

"You, you still said that." Ron was shaking with anger.

"Slow down, slow down and don't break the flower pot. I don't want to go to the hospital." Harry hurriedly put his arm on Ron to prevent him from breaking the flower pot in excitement.

Justin Finch-Fletchley thinks these people are so fun and interesting.

Back at the castle, several people helped deliver the flower pots with mandrakes to Orlando's dormitory. Since there was still a Transfiguration class to attend in the morning, it was inconvenient for them to stay longer. They each went back to the dormitory to take a shower and change. Clean clothes.

Orlando told Capri to take care of the mandrakes and went to class.

Today's Transfiguration class is about living animal transfiguration. Professor McGonagall asked the students to turn a beetle into a button. This not only tests the students' magic level, but also tests their eyesight and brain power.

Because the beetle can move, when you cast magic, you must not only be fast but also accurate. Unless your mental power is strong enough, like Orlando, after locking the target with mental power, you can just cast the spell.

There is no doubt that Orlando succeeded again. He turned the beetle into a button. The bow on the button was clearly visible. After seeing it, Professor McGonagall just praised him.

Hermione on the side finally completed the button transfiguration after trying seven or eight times. Although her button was missing a buttonhole, she still won five points for Gryffindor.

After Harry tried several more times, his beetle finally produced some changes - a button with eight legs that was crawling all over the table.

Ron was more unlucky. He borrowed some magic tape to repair the wand, but the repaired wand always seemed to malfunction. Whenever he cast the transformation spell, the wand crackled and emitted sparks.

When he chanted the spell again and waved the wand to try to deform the beetle, a thick gray smoke with the smell of rotten eggs immediately sprayed out from the wand.

The thick smoke blocked his sight, making it difficult for him to see clearly. As a result, in a hurry, he accidentally squashed the beetle and had to go get another one. For this, Professor McGonagall was not very happy.

"Ron, that's not how magic is cast. You not only have to recite the spell correctly, but more importantly, you have to concentrate, mobilize the mental power in your body, and guide the output of magic. The spell is just the key to unlocking magic, and mental power is the key to magic. Guidance, if you cannot unite your heart and mouth, and synchronize your hands, eyes, and brain, you will still fail if you cast this magic a hundred times."

Orlando, who was doing nothing on the sidelines, couldn't help but give some advice. His words were not only meant for Ron, but also for others.

This was the first time that Professor McGonagall saw a student who had such a profound understanding of magic and summarized it so well. She couldn't help but applaud.

"Classmate Orlando has fully revealed to us the essence and secrets of magic. I hope all the students here can remember his words, unite their heart and mouth, and synchronize their hands, eyes, and brains."

After another spellcasting failure, Ron threw the wand on the table angrily. At this time, he was already a little frustrated.

"Idiot...useless...thing..."

"Write home and ask for another one," suggested Harry.

"I don't want to get another howling letter." Ron was extremely frustrated.

"Okay, what a big deal, here are 20 Galleons, take it, remember to give it back to me when you have money later." Orlando took out the Galleons and stuffed them into Ron's pocket.

"Orlando, no, I..."

"Don't treat me as yours. Accept me as your friend. If you don't treat me as your friend, return it to me." Knowing that Ron was a little stubborn, Orlando didn't give him a chance to talk nonsense and turned around to go to the auditorium.

"How to do?"

"What should I do? Take it. He is such a rich man. He makes more money in one semester than others in a year. I don't care about this, so it's best to take it. I don't want to lose this friend." Harry Shrugging, he turned and left.

Ron stood there blankly for a while, and finally decided to give up.

After lunch, a few people walked to the grass outside the castle to bask in the sun. The weather today was very good and made people feel happy.

Ron's mood finally improved after he solved the wand problem, and he wasn't angry even when Hermione showed off her beautiful buttons transformed into beetles.

"What class is this afternoon?" Orlando put his head on his arms and lay on the lawn.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts," Hermione said immediately.

"Huh," Ron said, grabbing her timetable, surprised, "Why do you circle Lockhart's classes with hearts?"

Hermione snatched back her timetable, flushing angrily.

As soon as he heard that it was Lockhart's class, Orlando gave up. He felt that letting such a person teach him was a waste of time. Just as he was about to find an excuse not to go, he heard Hermione say: "Orlando." , Professor Lockhart has prepared a complete set of his signed books and photo albums for you today, don’t forget what you promised me.”

"Don't worry, it's all yours, you can't run away."

"I don't think there's anything good about him." Harry couldn't understand what Hermione was thinking.

"It's just a pretty boy who's just lying to people." Ron hated this kind of handsome and rich pretty boy the most.

"You're not allowed to say that about him." Hermione got angry and yelled at Ron.

Then she turned her back, not wanting to pay attention to them, and took out Lockhart's "Voyage with the Vampire" and read it.

At this time, a thin, gray-haired boy came over, holding something in his hand that looked very much like an ordinary Muggle camera.Orlando squinted at him, and the boy's face immediately turned red.

"Hello, I...I...my name is Colin Creevey." He said breathlessly, taking a step forward timidly. "I'm in Gryffindor too, do you think - maybe - I could take a picture of you?"

"You'd better go find Harry, I think he'd be happy to take a photo with you." Orlando didn't want to get up, so he refused directly.

Colin Creevey had heard the legend about Orlando and knew that he had a bad temper and did not dare to force him. He quickly turned his head and looked at Harry hopefully.

"Photography?" Harry asked blankly.

"This way I can prove that I have seen you." Seeing that Harry did not refuse, Colin said eagerly and took a few steps forward. "I know everything about you. How did you escape from the mysterious man? He is How it disappeared, etc. You still have a lightning-shaped scar on your forehead, which is the mark left by the mysterious person." Colin became more and more excited as he talked, and did not notice that Harry's face was getting darker and darker. "A boy in my dormitory told me that if I used the right developing solution, the people in the photos would move."

Colin took a deep breath and trembled slightly with excitement, "It's really interesting here, isn't it? Before I received the letter from Hogwarts, I never knew that the strange things I could do were magic. My father is The milkman, he doesn't believe in magic at all. So I'm going to take a bunch of pictures and send them to him. If only I could have a picture of Orlando and yours -" He looked pleadingly at Orlando lying on the ground in the sun. , "I'm sure my dad will be very happy."