I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Soon, the joke Lockhart made in class spread throughout the school. People expressed great surprise that Lockhart was yelled to death by a student. Students began to question the contents of his book.

After Professor McGonagall learned what happened, not only did he not punish Orlando, but he praised him verbally. It seems that not only the students have great opinions on Lockhart, the head of the silver gun and wax gun, but now even the professors are starting to Don't want to see him anymore.

Orlando decided that it would be better to attend less of Lockhart's classes in the future. Is this simply a loser? What else can he do besides bragging?Taking his class is a waste of time.

"Orlando, did you really yell Lockhart unconscious?" Percy asked with a mysterious face during dinner.

"Don't ask me this question. I've answered it a hundred times today and I don't want to say it again."

Orlando was depressed all afternoon. It was clear that Lockhart was accidentally injured because he disobeyed advice and did not cover his ears. How could it be that he was deliberately taking revenge?

The students didn't care about that. They just watched the excitement and bragged about how good Lockhart was in class. In the end, Orlando was so angry that he fainted after being yelled at by him.They took the trouble to spread gossip, and for this reason, Orlando got several new nicknames, such as "Big Mouth Monster", "Roaring Lion", "Grumpy" and so on.

Ignoring the students' pointing, Orlando ate his dinner slowly, thinking about his cultivation.These days, in order to get better acquainted with the psychic bracelet, he has been dividing his attention between two purposes and silently nourishing it with his own magic power.

This is like a smartphone that automatically goes into sleep mode due to low battery. It finally regains power and turns on. If you don't continue to recharge it, it will fall into sleep mode again soon.

What Orlando has to do now is to fully charge the psychic treasure bracelet, and at the same time constantly use mental power to strengthen the connection, like an arm wielder, so that the power of the high-grade spiritual treasure can be maximized.

The cultivation level in the foundation building stage is still a bit low, and it is still unable to exert the full power of the high-grade spiritual treasure, but for the current stage, it is enough to protect yourself.

"What are you thinking about?" Wood stood for a long time and saw that Orlando didn't respond.

"It's nothing, you have something to do with me?"

"Quidditch training starts tomorrow. I'd like to order some amulets. Is that possible?"

"No problem, how much do you want?"

"Is ten okay?"

"Okay, when do you want it?"

"the day after tomorrow."

In the evening, for the first time, Orlando did not return to the Hideaway Cabin. He studied the mandrake all night. He was extremely interested in this plant with its own mind-stunning magic. He kept pulling it out and stuffing it back, just to Feel the cry of the mandrake.Fortunately, there was no one else in the dormitory, otherwise someone might have died.

"Master, I've got the Sage Accelerator for you."

"Well, put it on the bedside for me."

Orlando stuffed the mandrake back into the pot and patted the soil in his hands.

"Take care of them for me and add more compost."

After going back and forth dozens of times, Mandrake was already dying, and its crying was no longer as loud as before. It seemed that today's experiment could only end here.

After adjusting the time, Orlando began a day of routine practice. He had just completed the transformation of magic power in his body. It was time to take great strides forward. Only by consolidating the foundation could he take a further step, so he did not have to practice every day. will fall.

In order to extend the service life of the Sage Accelerator, Orlando only practiced for six hours before waking up from meditation, turning off the machine and letting it rest, and Orlando began to practice Taoism.

Now, with magic as his foundation and Taoist inner alchemy as his reliance, Taoism combined with magic has found a different path. He believes that as long as he persists, he will definitely stand at the top of magic in the future.

Seeing the Thunderbird moving freely in his palm, Orlando nodded with satisfaction. With a flick of his finger, the Thunderbird transformed by magical elements dissipated in the air.I moved my hands and feet and looked at the time. I couldn't miss physical exercise. It was time for my morning jog with weights.

As soon as he entered the common room, he bumped into Harry at the door. He was wearing the uniform of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, a red cloak, and his Nimbus 2000 on his shoulder.

"Harry, are you going to training so early?"

"Ah...Orlando, yes, it's true for Wood as well. He has to compete for first place in training, and it doesn't let him sleep well." Harry muttered, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Come on, I'm optimistic about you." After patting Harry on the shoulder, Orlando walked out of the common room door first.

Just as he was about to step out of the door, he suddenly heard a patter of footsteps behind him. Colin Creevey ran down the stairs, the camera around his neck swinging violently and holding something in his hand.

"Senior Orlando, Senior Harry!"

Orlando took back his stepped foot, "Colin? What are you doing here?"

"I know you go for a morning jog every morning, so I specially wait for you here." Colin Creevey shook the photo in his hand and asked eagerly: "Can you sign it for me? And Harry Senior?"

"No." Harry said decisively. He glanced around to see if there was anyone else. "Sorry, Colin, I have something urgent and I have to rush to Quidditch practice."

"What do you want to sign?" Orlando asked curiously.

"My dad also reads newspapers. He knows you and Harry Potter. I hope he will be very happy if he can receive your signatures." Colin Creevey looked at him expectantly and said .

"Okay, bring it here." Orlando took the photo, signed his name on the back, and then handed it to Harry, "Harry, you sign one too, don't care what others think, just follow your heart. ”

Harry hesitated for a moment, and seeing that Orlando had already signed one, he signed one too.

"Take it, don't do it again! Let's go, we still have things to do."

They climbed out of the portrait hole, and Colin Creevey carefully put the photos away and followed.

"Senior Orlando, can I follow you for your morning run?"

"It's best not. First-year students are not allowed near the Forbidden Forest, so you'd better go watch Harry's Quidditch practice."

"Can I?" Colin Creevey turned to look at Harry, "I've never seen Quidditch played before!"

Orlando had said this, so what else could Harry say, "If you don't find it boring, then come."

After hearing this, Colin's face lit up with excitement and he followed Harry.

"You are the youngest player on the academy team in 100 years, right, Senior Harry? Are you?" Colin trotted next to him and said, "You must be awesome. I have never flown before. Is it difficult? This is Is that your broomstick? Is it the best?"

The original sleepiness completely disappeared after adding a little follower. Harry looked at Orlando with a resentful look. He could have rejected this kid because he was soft-hearted, but now he couldn't get rid of him.

Colin didn't feel bored at all when Harry didn't speak. Ever since he received the Hogwarts admission notice, he felt that the world was so beautiful and everything around him was so magical.

"I don't know much about Quidditch," Colin said with fascination. "Are there four balls? Two of them are flying around, trying to knock players off their broomsticks?"

"Yes," Harry breathed out, helplessly starting to explain the complex rules of Quidditch, "They are called Bludgers, and each team has two players who use sticks to drive away the Bludgers... .Fred and George Weasley were the Gryffindor Beaters."

"What are the other balls for?" Colin asked, looking at Harry with his mouth open, stumbling as he went down the stairs.

......

Orlando walked forward silently, Harry and Colin were talking quietly behind them, and several people quickly left the castle gate.

"Okay, let's separate here!" Orlando waved to the two of them and walked alone to the dewy grass.

"Has he always been so mysterious?" Colin asked in a low voice, pointing at Orlando's back.

"More than just a mystery, it's simply a mystery." Harry breathed out. In his heart, Orlando was not only mysterious and powerful, but also had an innate majesty that was not at all like a child of this age. This is why many times they Be willing to listen to his reasons.

Colin opened his mouth wide, what are these words?

"Okay, let's go. We've already wasted too much time. I don't want to be late for the first day of training." Since I can't get rid of him, let's take him with me. Harry strode to the training ground.

Carrying a log on his back and a ten-fold gravity charm attached to his body, Orlando started a day of morning jogging.

After building the foundation, his body has separated from the mortal body and seems to be evolving in an indescribable direction. This evolution is not only reflected in strength, but also in other aspects, such as resistance, recovery, endurance, Magic resistance, etc.

It seems to be similar to the magical animal bloodline training in medieval attribute magic training.For this reason, Orlando specifically asked Nico Flamel, and the answer he got was, "This is a personal fate, and it can only happen if you encounter it." Let him continue, which will only do him good and no harm.

Since the teacher said so, he had originally decided to give up physical cultivation, so he had no choice but to continue.

After running around the lake five times, Orlando stopped. He hadn't exercised here during the summer vacation, and the lake began to be covered with weeds. Carrying ten times the force of gravity on his back, it was like a soil compactor, and he waded directly out of a path. come out.

Looking at his masterpiece, Orlando nodded with satisfaction. As the old saying goes: There is no road in the world. When more people walk, it becomes a road.

Looking at his watch, there was still time. Orlando returned to the dormitory, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and went downstairs to prepare for dinner.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Hermione and Ron came over with bread and jam.

"Harry has gone to training. We are going to take a look and get him some food. Do you want to come with us?" Hermione said, shaking the bread in her hand.

"I won't go, you can go on your own." There is no class this morning, so Orlando is going to the library to look for books about Mandrake.

While Orlando was reading a book with great interest, Neville broke in and said breathlessly: "Orlando, something happened."

"What happened?"

"The fight started, Harry and the others started fighting."

"what?"

"The people from Slytherin are on the court. Go and help."

Orlando closed the book and put the other books on the table into Neville's arms. "Keep it for me. I'll be right back."

"Orlando, wait for me."

Neville was holding a few books and was about to run out when the librarian, Mrs. Pince, waved a feather duster at him and stopped him.

Orlando rushed to the stadium as quickly as possible, like a gust of wind blowing through the castle, so fast that he couldn't even see his figure.

When he arrived, the place was already full of people. The Slytherin players were surrounding Malfoy among the Gryffindor players, making strange laughter. Wood and the others stood in front, glaring at each other. Harry and Hermione were squatting on the ground. At their feet was Ron, who had a dark face. He was lying on the ground and spitting out big shiny slugs from his mouth.

"What happened?" Orlando walked between the two groups.

When Malfoy saw it was him, he quickly put away his smile.

Marcus Flint, the captain of Slytherin, was born in a pure-blood family and was no stranger to Orlando's strength and background. He quickly stopped the ridicule of other team members and said respectfully: "We are here to train, because of one thing. During the quarrel, the Weasley boy used his wand to sneak up on us. As a result, he was not good at his studies and was poisoned by magic. This is a note from Professor Snape." To prove that what he said was true, Marcus Flynn He specially handed over the note.

Orlando glanced at it. It read: I am Professor Si Snape.The Slytherin team is allowed to train on the Quidditch pitch today to train their new Seeker.

"Is that so?" Orlando turned to ask Wood.

Wood blushed and nodded.

"Well, since it's not your fault, let's just let it go."

"How can we let this go?" Harry walked over and said angrily, "Do you know what they scolded Hermione?"

Ron also stood up and said inarticulately: "You must...pay...a price."

As his mouth trembled, several furry slugs came out of his mouth and landed on his shoes.

"Okay, stop talking now."

Orlando was so disgusted that he hurriedly took out a bottle of elixir, poured one out and handed it to Wood, saying: "This is the elixir I refined. It has the effect of clearing all negative magic. Give it to Ron quickly."

Wood pinched Ron's big mouth, ignoring the slugs coming out of his mouth, and forced the elixir into it.

Ron burped so loudly that he almost choked to death. The elixir took effect very quickly, and he was back to his original state within a short time. Seeing that there was no good show to watch, the surrounding students dispersed one after another.

"We'd better take him to Hagrid, that's closest," Harry said to Wood.

"That's all. Let's end today's training here." Wood shook his head in frustration.

Alia, Angelina and Katie (Gryffindor team members) also looked helpless while carrying their broomsticks.

"Let's go, Harry, hold on to Ron. Let's go to Hagrid and observe him first. It shouldn't be a big problem." Seeing that Ron could already move around on his own, Orlando said.

"Can I take a picture of him?" Colin came over.

"Go away, Colin," Harry said angrily.

Harry helped Ron out of the stadium and towards the edge of the forest.

"We're almost there, Ron," Hermione said, as the gamekeeper's cabin appeared in front of her. "You'll be fine in a minute...We're almost there..."

When they were only about twenty steps away from Hagrid's hut, the door suddenly opened, but it was not Hagrid who came out, but Gilderoy Lockhart, who was wearing a lavender robe today.

"Hey, Professor Lockhart." Orlando frowned, but still said hello.

"Oh...Orlando, ha, the weather is really nice today. Are you here to visit Hagrid? Ah, what's going on? Do you need help?" Lockhart was a little embarrassed when he saw Orlando at first, but he He adjusted in an instant and greeted everyone enthusiastically.