I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 106
Early the next morning, under Hermione's urging, Orlando sneaked into Lockhart's office quietly, and unknowingly dispelled his magic, fulfilling his promise to Dumbledore ahead of schedule.

Seeing Lockhart, who had grown his hair again, appear in the auditorium in high spirits, Orlando curled his lips, "It's cheap for this guy."

"Your lord has a lot, so don't worry about it, this Spanish sausage is a reward for you." Hermione gave him a sausage and coaxed with a smile.

Watching Lockhart talking and laughing with Dumbledore while eating sausage, Orlando made a plan, "Don't let me trouble him, it's not too much for me to cheat him for some money."

"What are you laughing at?" Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

"It's nothing, I won't go to today's class, please help me take a leave."

"You don't want to trouble Lockhart again, do you?"

"How is it possible? Don't you think that Lockhart's strength and status as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts are not suitable? And as a member of Hogwarts students and an assistant professor, do I have the responsibility to help him? a handful."

"Are you sure you want to help him? Not to punish him?" Hermione didn't believe it at all.

"Forget it if you don't believe me, just wait and see." Orlando didn't explain much, and quickly ate his breakfast.

"Remember to ask for leave for me." After speaking, he quickly slipped away.

"What's wrong with Orlando?" Harry asked puzzled.

"He asked me to ask for leave for him, and said yes. Forget it, let's not talk about it." Hermione was a little upset.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, but they didn't dare to ask any more questions. We'd better wait for Orlando to come back and ask him again.

Orlando ran back to the dormitory, asked Capri to watch for him, and got into the mobile suitcase himself.

"Little master, are you back?" Yuri hurriedly opened the door for him.

"What about the teacher?"

"In the study, do you want me to call him?"

"No, I'll get something and go."

After speaking, he went straight to his independent alchemy room.

"Little master, do you want to help?" Yuri was holding a tray with bread, meat sauce and milk on it.

"No, I've had breakfast, go to the storage room and get me some gold and silver."

Orlando played with the rings in his hand. These were all his handicrafts when he was learning alchemy. They had a single function and were not powerful.

"Little master, here are the gold and silver bars you want. The old master asked me to ask you, what happened to the school?"

"It's okay. The school is ready. I'm coming back this time to get some things and make some money. I'll go back to school later. You don't have to prepare my lunch."

"Little master, are you short of money? The old master said that you can use the Garen in the vault as you like."

"Hey, I can't explain it clearly to you, so don't worry about it."

Yuri hesitated to speak, he didn't understand what the little master was going to do, but he didn't dare to ask more, so he had to report the situation here to the old master.

It took Orlando a quarter of an hour to plate ten rings with gold and silver, and another half an hour to polish them. Sure enough, people rely on clothes and saddles, and they are really upscale after packaging.

Orlando grabbed a handful of rings and rushed out.

"Stop, what are you doing with these fancy things?" Under the porch, Nicole Flamel was drinking tea leisurely with a purple clay pot.

"Hey, teacher, why did you startle?"

"It's not you boy, Yuri said you are short of money? What's going on?"

"Oh, what are you talking about?" Orlando spread his hands, "These are all defective products from my practice. I thought it would be useless to put them anywhere, so I just reuse them and get some money to spend."

Nicole Lemedo is a shrewd person, and he can understand Orlando's intentions at a glance.Immediately, he said dumbfoundedly: "A disciple of a generation of alchemy masters, if you use these things to fool people for a little money, aren't you afraid of ruining your reputation?"

"Don't worry, teacher, this person is a pure liar. Not only will he not expose me, but he will also help me cover up, so I can feel at ease in cheating his money." Orlando plausibly explained, besides, after living two lifetimes, he will not He cared about face, so he never cared about his reputation.

"Forget it, young people have tempers, I'm old, I can't control you."

Nicole Flamel knew that this disciple had a good idea, but he couldn't pull ten horses back from whatever he wanted to do.

"Hehe, look at what you said, I'm just looking for some fun, adjust your life, don't be angry, I'll make alchemy for you if you're so angry." Orlando quickly eased the atmosphere with a hippie smile on his face.

"See what you can do, hurry up and leave, I won't let you eat." Nicole Flamel wasn't really angry either.

"Okay, then I'm leaving!"

Back at school, Orlando did not look for Lockhart immediately, but wrote a letter for the owl to deliver to him, and made an appointment for an evening meeting. After a while, the owl flew back with a reply, Lockhart Hart agreed.

So, after dinner, Orlando refused Hermione's request to go with him, and came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office alone, where Lockhart was already waiting.

"Professor, good evening!"

"Oh, welcome, welcome, our famous classmate Orlando, what do you want to drink, I have lemonade, fresh juice, Norwegian black tea..."

"Black tea, thank you."

After taking a sip of tea, Orlando went straight to the point and said, "Professor, I heard that you were attacked by someone. Is it true?"

"This... This is a rumor. With my strength, how can I be attacked by someone. Even if someone wants to attack me, I will definitely make him come and go at the level of a magic master."

"But Professor Dumbledore told me that." Resisting the urge to kick him, Orlando used Dumbledore as a shield
When he heard that it was Dumbledore, Lockhart suddenly became ill, with a constipated expression on his face.

"Why did he tell you this?"

"Maybe I want to give you some help. You know that my teacher Nicole Flamel is the greatest alchemist today. His magic props are well known in the world. Maybe Dumbledore thinks you Maybe there is such a need, and now it seems that he may have made a mistake, so be it, Professor Lockhart, sorry to bother you." Orlando nodded politely, and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, you just said that you can provide alchemy magic items made by Master Nicole Flamel?"

"Yes, it's the real deal."

"This, this, can you give me a few? I mean, you know, sometimes getting famous will cause trouble. Although I am very powerful, I can't be on guard all the time. You know what I mean?" Lockhart rubbed his hands to hide his eagerness.

"I understand, it's easy to hide the open gun and difficult to defend against the hidden arrow, no matter how powerful a character is, there will be times when he slacks up."

"That's right, that's what it means."

"But, you know, teacher, he is so rich that the country is never short of money. The magic props he made are simply not available in the market, and I don't know what price I should give you. Besides, I'm still a student and don't understand the market at all. If I sold it to you cheaply and the teacher found out, I thought you were bullying me when I was young and ignorant, you know his bad temper, I don’t want to be implicated because of you.”

Lockhart rubbed his nose, not daring to think carefully. He still knew about Nicole Flamel. He couldn't afford to offend someone who dared to kick the gate of the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards.

(End of this chapter)