I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"It turned out to be him, the one who wrote to me." Orlando said thoughtfully.

"Mom, look, the person on the card moves...ah, he disappeared."

Emily took the card from her mother's hand, turned over the chocolate frog picture, and read: "Dumbledore's well-known contributions include: defeating the dark wizard Grindelwald in [-], and discovering the twelve kinds of dragon blood. Purpose, he is very effective in alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore is fond of chamber music and ten-pin bowling."

"Dragon Blood, Dad, do dragons really exist in this world?" Emily was a little surprised.

"I think there are probably some, doesn't Orlando have double dragon leather gloves?" Dad said with some uncertainty.

"It's incredible. I really want to see the magic of the magical world." Mom said with emotion.

In order to satisfy the curiosity of his sister and mother, Orlando had to wear his new Hogwarts uniform, an ordinary black plain work robe and a black pointed hat.

This made Emily so envious that Orlando had to take it off and put it on for her to try on.Fortunately, although he is two years younger than his sister, Orlando's height is not inferior to hers.

Wearing her brother's school uniform, a magic cloak, and a pointed hat, Emily held her mother's hand, and the two of them posed with various POS for her father to take pictures.

Orlando had no interest in taking pictures, so he had to sit on the sofa and read his "History of Magic" silently.

Emily, who was tired from playing, went on to eat her snacks. When she saw her brother concentrating on reading, her eyes moved and she put half a piece of chocolate frog in her father's hand, saying that her father loved chocolate the most.Then he squeezed over and read a book next to Orlando.

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After a day's delay, Orlando had to quickly write a reply to Professor McGonagall.

In the letter, he first thanked Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for admitting him, and then stated that he was ready and would report on time on September [-]st.

Looking at the owl flying further and further away, Emily asked nervously: "Orlando, Wukong won't just leave and never come back, right?"

"Don't worry, sister. Wukong is a magical creature and can understand human language. I have told it to stay at Hogwarts after delivering the letter, so that when I go to school, I don't have to check it in."

"Okay..." Emily was always a little worried, but after hearing what her brother said, she still chose to believe it.

Orlando, who has a photographic memory, spent three days reading through the first-grade books. He knew the contents of the books by heart. Although he could not say that he understood them all, he had the knowledge of the books. , which gave Orlando a preliminary understanding of magic.

In his view, the wizard profession is the use of magical elemental power, which is closer to natural energy and more consistent with Taoist practice than industrialized electrical energy.

After confirming this, Orlando was ecstatic. He couldn't wait to understand magic and master the use of this power immediately.

But time was running out, and after seeing the magical world's attitude towards ordinary people, he felt it was necessary to add an insurance policy to his family before enrolling in school.That is, before leaving, make an amulet for your father, mother and sister.

Orlando went to his father, told him his worries, and asked him to keep it secret.Then he made a list of some materials he needed to buy, such as lead, mercury, sulfur and other items.

Although Edward had been aware of his son's mystery for a long time, he knew his son was a human being and although he had no idea what he was going to do, he still spent two days finding all these items.

Orlando no longer thinks about magic. In this life, in order to lay a good foundation, he not only trained his body but also practiced his Qi. He has been in the Qi training period and has not started to build the foundation. Many advanced Taoist techniques in the previous life cannot be used, and he can only cast spells with the help of talismans. , suffering from lack of materials, has been unable to make it.

Now that dragon skin is available, the fur of this advanced magical creature is perfect for making amulets.

With all the preparations in place, Orlando locked himself in the grocery room, told his sister Emily not to disturb him, and began to concentrate on painting.

Cut the dragon skin, mix the cinnabar, grind it into powder, and mix it evenly with water. Orlando begins to draw strokes one by one. This is a delicate job. Every stroke and every stroke is paid attention to. This process must be fast and error-free. , otherwise the cinnabar will condense into lumps and will not be able to adhere to the dragon skin, and the talisman will fail to be made.

Concentrating all his energy, Orlando made three amulets in one breath. This was the first time in his life that he made high-level talismans. Fortunately, the process was almost without incident, and he had just enough dragon skin left to make three pieces.

After wiping the sweat from his forehead and picking up the amulet, Orlando began the last step - consecration. In layman's terms, it means inputting mana and activating the talisman. As long as the mana is not lost, the power of the talisman will always exist.

After spending an entire afternoon, the three talisman seals were finally completed. Orlando had very little mana left after practicing Qi for many years. Seeing that it was getting late, he did not bother to restore his mana and walked out of the grocery room with the three talisman seals.

My mother had already prepared dinner, and my father was sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper. My sister, Emily, might be hungry, so she started eating with a dessert.

"Orlando, have you finished your mystery talisman?" Seeing Orlando come in, Emily asked with a mouthful of pudding in her mouth.

"It's an amulet, a passive defense talisman."

Hearing the sound, my mother came over from the kitchen with a plate of roast chicken in her hand. My father also put down the newspaper in his hand and looked over curiously.

Emily didn't care about the leftover dessert in her hand and reached out to grab it. Orlando retracted his hand. This was something he had worked hard to make, so he couldn't let her get upset.

Then, Orlando handed one to his mother, one to his father, and took the remaining one in his hand. He looked at his angry sister Emily and said, "Go and wash your hands first, or I won't give it to you."

Taking the talisman and looking at it over and over, Edward asked, "Son, how do you use this thing?"

Mary also looked at him and said, "Is this magic? What does it do?"

When Emily had finished washing her hands, Orlando gave her the amulet in her hand.

"It's a kind of magic, but it's a passive magic. The amulet will only provide resistance when the holder is attacked or injured."

"You need to shed blood to identify the owner. A talisman can only be used by one person, so you need to carry it with you."

Orlando explained.

After saying that, he picked up the table knife on the table, burned it with a lighter, handed it to Edward and said, "Dad, cut your index finger and put a drop of blood here."

Edward hesitated, but out of trust in his son, he did as he was told. The blood-soaked amulet activated the runes on the dragon skin and glowed red.

This magical scene instantly dispelled Dad's worries. When he looked at the amulet in his hand, he felt like flesh and blood were connected.

Mary, who was originally a little skeptical, looked at her son in shock. Is this really her son?If Orlando hadn't been raised by her, she would have doubted her life.

Following their father's demonstration, Mary and Emily activated the amulets respectively.

The attentive mother even tied them up with red string and hung them around her neck for safe keeping.

After a sumptuous dinner, everyone was a little depressed. Tomorrow Orlando will go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and everyone was a little reluctant to leave.

"Orlando, don't forget sister, remember to write to me." Emily's eyes were red. Although she was often jealous of her brother's intelligence, and she would fight and get jealous in front of her parents because of it, but once her brother was about to leave, she would Very sad.

"Don't worry, sister, I will ask Wukong to send messages back from time to time."

"If you don't have enough money, remember to write back." Mary said worriedly. She was always a little worried about her son going to school in an unfamiliar place.

"Okay, okay, time is running out, so hurry up and pack your things." Edward patted the back of the chair and stood up.

After packing his things, Orlando threw his books, school supplies, etc. into the bracelet space for the convenience of traveling. Emily's eyes lit up when she saw this magical scene, and she tugged at Orlando's arm and looked at it again and again.

"This is a glazed bracelet. It has a space of about three cubic meters inside. It has the function of protecting the body. It is a rare magic weapon."

Seeing the surprised looks from his father and mother, Orlando explained.

Edward opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he said nothing. No matter how many secrets his son had, he was still his son.

"It's really magical. Did you also make this Orlando? I want it too." Emily said with anticipation.

"This..., it's not possible now, maybe it will take a few years." Orlando scratched his head and answered uncertainly.

After hearing that it would take a few more years, Emily pouted and was not happy. She was really envious of her brother. He could go to a magic school to study and he had so many magical objects, which were all owned by her playmates of the same age. What cannot be owned.

Unfortunately, she has no magical talent and cannot learn magic, which makes her very frustrated.

With this bracelet space, Mary felt like sorting out a lot of things, including pillows, quilt covers, fresh sheets, warm clothes for winter, T-shirts for summer, daily necessities for washing hair and bathing, and comics for daily entertainment. Radios for listening to the radio, everything.

If Orlando hadn't stopped him, he estimated that his mother would have moved half the bedroom in.

Early the next morning, Mary got up early and prepared a lot of Olado's favorite foods, such as roasted chicken, butter cake, Chinese pan-fried buns, baguettes, etc. The ingredients at home are easy to carry. She did everything she wanted to do, which is really worrying for a mother who has traveled thousands of miles.

Orlando ate breakfast in silence, feeling warm in his heart as he watched his mother running in and out to pack her bags.

Little Emily, who was usually very quarrelsome and jealous, didn't say anything this time. She just kept picking up food for her brother, for fear that he wouldn't be full.

Mary held back her tears and watched Edward drive out of the yard with his son. Today was also the first day of school for Emily, and she would take Emily to report to school soon.

Looking at the door of his house going away, Orlando turned back reluctantly, his mind filled with Emily's eyes red from crying.

"Sometimes I really can't figure out who is the younger brother and who is the older sister between you and Emily," Edward said jokingly.

"Dad, I'm a boy. I can't be a sister, but I have to be a brother."

"That's true. Although Emily is naughty and mischievous, you are not much better. You have been strange and weird since you were a child." Edward said with emotion.

"Dad, I am a genius, and geniuses naturally make them different." Orlando said boldly.

This sentence made Edward burst out laughing, and the atmosphere in the car instantly improved.

This time there was no owl to drag them down, and there was no need to check in. Edward just twisted a portable pulley case, and the two of them boarded the plane to London.

Edward asked several times during the process: "Son, are you sure the name of this station is correct? 9 and 4/3. Is there such a station in the world?"

"Dad, you have asked No. 18 times. I am [-]% sure that this is what is written on the letter." On the plane, Orlando, who was lying on the back of the chair with his eyes closed and concentrating, said without looking back.

"Okay, you just fool me, a Muggle." Edward muttered, he always felt resentful about the word Muggle.

"Is this here? Son."

"I think so. Platform nine is on the left, platform ten is on the right, and that's nine and three-quarters."

"There's no door. How do you get in? Look on the letter to see if it says anything about turning your head by knocking on it."

"I don't think so, Dad." Orlando pointed forward.

A short, fat woman was leading four boys with flaming red hair. The suitcase they were pushing also had an owl on it. The woman was scolding the children behind her and did not notice the father and son not far away.

"Dad, I think they are wizards too, so I can just follow them."

"Can this work?"

"I think it's okay, Dad. I guess only wizards can enter and leave this platform. So, Dad, just send me here."

Orlando took the pulley suitcase from his father and gave him a strong hug.

Looking at his son going away, Edward, who had always regarded himself as a tough guy, couldn't help but his eyes turned red. This was the first time in his life that his son was far away from him.

"Hello, ma'am, how to get to platform 9 and 4/3." Orlando stepped forward and asked politely.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, young man, you are also a freshman this year." The woman who was scolding her son Fred turned around and said sheepishly.

"Yes, ma'am, I am a first year at Hogwarts."

"Great, this is my son, Ron. He is also a freshman. You are in the same grade. You can help each other in the future." The woman said, pointing to the last and youngest son.

Ron was tall, thin, clumsy, freckled, with big hands, feet, and a long nose.He stood up a little shyly and whispered back, "Hello, my name is Ron."

"Hello, my name is Orlando, nice to meet you."

"This is Fred, and this is George, Ron's twin brother. This is Ginny, their sister. You can call me Mrs. Weasley." The fat woman introduced her children enthusiastically.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George, Mom." said one of the twins who was putting his arm around Ron's shoulders.

"To be honest, you said you are our mother, but why can't you recognize that I am George?" the other twin holding Ginny's hand continued.

"I'm sorry, George, dear."