I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"Don't be careless, Orlando. Many talented wizards easily die before they grow up. I don't want you to do the same." Snape said with concern.

"I'll be careful, Professor." Orlando nodded.

Snape looked around at the other three people, paused slightly at Harry's face, said nothing, and walked forward with a straight face.

"A spell must have killed it—probably the Transformation Torture Charm. I've seen this spell used many times. It's a pity I wasn't there. I happened to know the solution to the curse and could have saved it. ..."

Lockhart's words made Filch heartbroken. He slumped down on a chair next to the table and covered his face with his hands. He didn't dare to look at Mrs. Norris, let alone Orlando. This student was too terrible. With just a low growl, he trembled all over and couldn't stand up. He was saddened by Mrs. Norris's death, but also felt annoyed by his own incompetence and cowardice.

Harry, Hermione and Ron, despite their dislike of Filch, couldn't help but feel some sympathy for him at the moment.

"Orlando, you know so much, can't you save this cat?" Hermione, a cat lover, was filled with sympathy and looked at Orlando with her big eyes blinking.

"Didn't you realize that the petrified Mrs. Norris was different from being under a petrification spell? Not only was her body petrified, but her soul was also spared?" Orlando did not whisper intentionally, and his words were quickly caught by Dumbledore. .

Dumbledore muttered something strange under his breath and tapped Mrs. Norris with his wand, but there was no response.Mrs. Norris was still lying there stiffly. As Orlando said, not only was her body rigid, but her soul was also petrified, like a freshly prepared specimen.

At this time, in order to show his presence, Lockhart said hurriedly: "I remember a very similar thing happened in Ouagadougou [the capital of Upper Volta, Africa]." After a pause, he gave up. He continued, "A series of attacks are recorded in detail in my autobiography. At that time, I provided various amulets to the people, and the problem was solved at once..."

When he said this, the pictures of Lockhart on the wall all nodded in agreement, and one of them did not forget to take off his hairnet.

Everyone was obviously used to Lockhart's boasting, and no one agreed with him.

Dumbledore stood up and said softly: "It's not dead, Filch."

"It's not dead?" Filch choked, looking at Mrs. Norris through his fingers. "Then why is it all over - all stiff, as if it's frozen?"

"Let's ask our assistant professor, Mr. Orlando." Dumbledore looked towards the wall.

Only then did everyone remember that Orlando had another identity. He was the assistant professor announced by Dumbledore.

Filch also thought of this, which made him even more desperate. Although an assistant professor had not yet become a regular professor, he was not someone he could offend as a dumb key keeper.

Orlando came over, pointed at Mrs. Norris and said: "This is a profound black magic. The body and soul are instantly petrified. This requires profound magical attainments. I don't think ordinary people can do this."

Orlando paused, looked at Filch, and said: "I have a magic potion that can lift the petrification of its body, but it cannot lift the petrification of its soul. If a way to break the curse is found within a year, it can still survive. .”

After hearing this, Filch was like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw. Regardless of his fear of Orlando, he rushed over and tried to hold Orlando's hand.

Orlando was not used to being held by an old man. He turned around without leaving a trace and continued: "Principal, this is a precious medicine. It was obtained from the laboratory of my teacher Nico Flamel. I want to use it." If it treats Mrs. Norris, will it clear my suspicion?"

Before Dumbledore could speak, Filch shouted loudly: "There is no suspicion. No, it was not you at all. Assistant Professor Orlando, I believe it was not you. You are an upright and warm-hearted person. How could it be?" Do this kind of thing.”

"I also believe it won't be you, Orlando." Dumbledore raised the corner of his mouth slightly. Orlando solved this problem by himself without him having to step forward. Since the person involved, Filch, denied his suspicion, what else could he say? Woolen cloth.

"Professor Orlando, please, please save Mrs. Norris, she is my relative, my only relative... woo woo."

In order to impress Orlando, Assistant Professor Filch stopped calling him and directly called him professor.

Orlando curled his lips, took out a porcelain bottle, pulled out the stopper, and poured it into the cat's mouth. After a while, the stiff Mrs. Norris began to become softer, and her heartbeat and breathing gradually began to rise, just like As if asleep.

Filch rushed over in surprise, hugged the cat, and rubbed his face hard against the cat, feeling the body temperature of the cat. "Thank you so much, Orlando. I apologize to you for my recklessness just now." Apologize, really, thank you." Filch shed tears of joy, wiped his face carelessly, and bowed.

"Don't be too busy thanking me for now. It's not in a very good condition right now. Its soul is still in a petrified state. Now it's just restored to its physical body. If we can't find a way to break the curse within a year, its soul will dissipate and it will die. What ugly things to say are here. Go ahead, otherwise it won’t be good if you complain to me later.”

"Headmaster, you will definitely find a way, right?" After hearing what Orlando said, Filch looked at Dumbledore pleadingly.

Dumbledore nodded and said, "Filch, don't worry. Mrs. Sprout recently got some mandrakes. Once they grow up, I have a medicine that can bring Mrs. Norris back to life."

Filch was so happy that Mrs. Norris's hands trembled. He was about to express his gratitude when a voice came over.

"I'll make it," Lockhart interjected. "I must have made it a hundred times. I can make the Mandrake Resurrection Potion while I'm dreaming."

Professor Snape, who remained silent throughout the whole process, was unhappy. This Lockhart was so pushy and even more disgusting than Old Potter.

"Forgive me," said Snape coldly, "I thought I was the Potions teacher at this school."

Lockhart was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to speak anymore. He was a little scared to speak his mind to this cold-faced Potions professor.

"Professor Snape, if possible, can I watch and learn while refining the potion?" Orlando's words broke the awkward silence at the right time.

"Of course. While you are still a student, you can come to me for any questions about Potions." He liked Orlando as a student from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay, that's it, you can leave." Dumbledore waved his hand, indicating to Orlando that they could leave.

Back in the Gryffindor common room, there were no students here anymore. The prefects had driven the students back to the dormitories early.