I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 11 Crit from Genius

The endless bookshelves are filled with all kinds of books. At the end of the bookshelves, a separate area is opened up, and a note issued by the school teacher is required to enter.

Orlando took down five books in one go, and Hermione said in surprise, "There are so many, have you read them all?"

"It's okay, I can finish watching."

Next, Hermione, who is a self-proclaimed learning genius, was stunned by Orlando's reading speed, which was comparable to a copy machine scanning. She couldn't imagine that a person could read books so fast.

This made her suspect that Orlando was putting on a show, but she found that every time Orlando finished reading a book, he could write down his reading experience on parchment, ask questions, and summarize his views.

She completely collapsed, this is simply not human, this genius of herself is like a child in front of him, the original idea of ​​wanting to compete with him in studies collapsed in an instant.

Putting down the last book, Orlando stretched himself, only to find that Hermione's eyes were dull, her pupils were dilated, and she was wandering off her mind, not knowing what she was thinking.

I checked the time, it was just in time for lunch.

"Hermione? Hermione? It's time for dinner."

Hermione came back to his senses, and the book in his hand had only turned two pages. He glanced at the stack of books in front of Orlando, and several large pages of reading notes, as if he had been hit by tens of thousands of points.

"Orlando, did you read like this before?"

Orlando said while arranging the stationery, "Yes."

After returning the borrowed books, Orlando said with a look of pity: "It's a pity that the library doesn't allow books to be taken out. It seems that I have to find a way."

Hermione hadn't recovered from the blow just now, she didn't listen to a word Orlando said, she didn't say a word, she just walked with her head muffled.

When the two arrived, the students in the restaurant were already eating.

"Orlando, if you don't come, I'm going to pack it up for you to eat." Harry put down the spoon in his hand.

Ron also saw the two of them, swallowed the food in his mouth hastily, and said, "We almost got into a fight with Malfoy, this bad guy started to be arrogant again when you weren't here."

Orlando was so hungry that he took an empty dinner plate and began to fill it with food. He was not very interested in these children's tricks, and he dealt with them one after another.

"Hermione, why don't you talk?" Seeing that Orlando lacked interest, Harry turned his head and asked Hermione.

Hermione put down the pumpkin soup and let out a sigh, and gave Harry a blank look, "I was hit."

"Who? Orlando didn't beat him down." Ron asked gossip.

"Who else but Orlando?"

Ron remained silent, and looked at Harry awkwardly, "We don't understand the world of geniuses."

"Yeah, I used to be a genius, but in front of him, I'm nothing." Hermione answered.

Seeing that the three of them were silent, the atmosphere was tense.

Orlando was a little surprised, smiled and said: "Hurry up and eat, the potions class in the afternoon is not so easy to deal with, especially Harry, I think you will never forget it."

"Why do you say that, Orlando?" Harry asked puzzled.

Orlando shook his head and smiled mysteriously, without speaking, he wanted to hurry up and eat.

Since he started exercising, his food intake has increased day by day, and now every meal is three times that of his peers.

"Mysterious, hmph." Hermione snorted dissatisfied.

Potions classes are held in an underground classroom, which is colder than the main castle building above.

Along the basement walls are dozens of glass jars filled with chilling stuffed animals.

Orlando was not afraid at all, and was observing one by one with great interest. These specimens were all magical creatures that he had never seen before. The fur could be used to make talismans, and the flesh and blood could be used to make alchemy and medicine. He had nothing in his last life. Classics, but due to the lack of materials, many techniques cannot be practiced.

"Hello Professor!" Seeing Professor Snape coming, Orlando greeted politely and returned to his seat.

Professor Snape is an unsmiling person with a typical poker face. The students are afraid of him, but Orlando is a man. In his previous life, he was a professor at Nanhai University for more than 20 years. This kind of small scene can't scare him.

Unsurprisingly, the class turned out to be Harry's personal show, although it wasn't on display.

Snape first teased Harry maliciously during the roll call, then silenced Harry during the questioning session, and finally deducted one point from Gryffindor because Harry ran away and contradicted him .

Orlando did not speak the whole time, and he brewed the potion calmly.Knowing about the plot, he knew very well that the reason for Snape's actions was nothing more than a continuation of the grievances of the previous generation. Although he was dissatisfied with Snape's actions against children, it was reasonable to say that the father should pay the debt.

In his previous life, Orlando was a doctor of both physics and chemistry, and was best at extracting data from experiments and discovering laws.

These experiences are also common for potion refining. Orlando glanced at the textbook, and after familiarizing the refining steps and precautions by heart, he began to make it.

After a while, a simple potion for treating scabies was successfully refined.

Orlando's speed and talent were so impressive that even Snape, who didn't like Gryffindor very much, had to like this student from the bottom of his heart. For this reason, he specially added five points to Gryffindor.

Orlando decided to strike while the iron was hot. He asked two questions. These were the notes he had left while looking through the first-year potions textbook. He decided to take this opportunity to ask.

"Professor, the most difficult thing in the refining of potions is temperature control. Different materials have different melting points and produce different chemical reactions. There are dozens of potion materials. So many materials are added in different orders, requiring different methods. This leads to the difficulty of refining, but the temperature can be measured, why don't we standardize the temperature numbers required for each step, so that the difficulty of refining potions will be greatly reduced. Ordinary potion refining The cost of production will also be greatly reduced.”

Orlando's words left Snape stunned and deeply moved. Although he didn't quite understand what Orlando meant by digital standardization, it didn't mean his thinking was wrong.

He thought this kid was just a gifted student, but he didn't expect him to think this far.This is no longer an ordinary potion refining problem, but a problem of overturning the entire traditional potion world.

He has a feeling that if the standardization of potion refining can be completed as Orlando said, even if it is just common potions, it will bring about huge changes to the entire magic world.

At this moment, Snape had an impulse in his heart, he wanted to have a good talk with Headmaster Dumbledore, and transfer Orlando to Slytherin as his student.

At this moment, a puff of acidic green smoke suddenly rose from the basement classroom, and there was a loud hissing sound.

Somehow, Neville blew up Seamus' cauldron, the potion splashed on the flagstone floor, and burned holes in the shoes of his classmates.

In the panic, the whole class stood up on the stools, the pot was overturned, and Neville was soaked in the potion. At this time, red and swollen scabies appeared all over his arms and legs, and he screamed in pain.

Snape was so angry that he didn't care about answering Orlando's question, and rushed over: "You idiot, five points will be deducted from Gryffindor."

Snape growled, swiping his wand to wipe away the potion that had been spilled on the ground.

The points that Orlando had managed to earn flew away again before they got hot.

There was no way to continue the lesson, and Neville was so badly burned that Snape had to take him to the school infirmary.

Before leaving the house, Snape told him that Orlando would explain to him the essentials of refining the scabies potion.

Orlando shrugged, got up and was about to go to the podium, when Malfoy and a group of Slaterin students were dissatisfied, and they booed one after another.

Orlando, who has been a professor for decades, will not be used to these brats. He picked up the chalk and broke it into several sections. There was Malfoy and his two squires.

Malfoy covered his forehead, stood up and glared, "Do you dare to commit murder?"

"Malfoy, you have to figure it out. I'm a substitute teacher now, and I'm exercising the rights of a professor. You're sure you want me to be aggressive." Orlando slapped the table.

Malfoy recalled the unpleasant experience on the train, his face turned red and then turned pale, he didn't dare to speak anymore, and sat down awkwardly, lowering his head and not daring to look at the podium.

His bear appearance made the suffocated Harry burst into laughter, and Ron Barra leaned back and forth with a grimace.

Orlando patted the table again, signaling for silence.

Then pick up the chalk, write while explaining the main points and precautions of refining the scabies medicine, and explaining the common problems and error-prone places in detail, and then commenting on the finished products refined by each student, pointing out the wrong places.

After sending Neville back, Snape was not in a hurry to enter the classroom, but secretly observed the situation in the classroom through the window.When he found that Orlando was doing better than he expected, he appreciated the student even more.

It had been many years, and this was the first time he had seen such an excellent student, which made him more determined to poach Orlando.

"Ok!"

"Professor, you're back." Orlando was immersed in reviewing a potion made by a Slytherin student, when he heard the voice, he raised his head hastily.

"You did a good job, Orlando, even better than I expected. For this, I will make an exception and reward Gryffindor with ten points."

Snape's words caused an uproar among the Slytherin students and stunned the Gryffindor students.

When did Professor Snape talk so well and treat Gryffindor students so well?Rewarding the same person twice in one class adds up to fifteen points?
For dinner, Orlando was eating rice. Today's Chinese food was very suitable for his appetite, but the Gryffindor students were whispering, turning their heads to look at Orlando from time to time.

Orlando didn't pay attention to these things. The rice cook only had food in his eyes, and he could ignore everything else.

Harry and Ron were sitting next to Orlando on the left and right, and they were winking, as if they wanted to say something, but they dared not speak.

Hermione on the side couldn't stand it any longer, put a plate of stewed meat in front of Orlando, and asked, "Orlando, I heard that Professor Snape called the headmaster this afternoon and wanted you to transfer to Slytherin, is that true?" ?”

Orlando put down the drumstick in his hand, looked at the curious Gryffindor students, sighed pretending to be distressed, and said, "Whoever made me so good, everyone is rushing to get it, what annoyance!"

"Haha, this guy is even shameless than me." The twin brothers of the Weasley family said with a big laugh.

"That's right, that's too thick-skinned." Everyone also said with a smile.

"So you agreed?" Harry asked nervously.

"No, Gryffindor is pretty good, why should I transfer to Slytherin?"

"I just said that Orlando won't be like this." Ron patted Orlando, as if he knew it a long time ago.

"Well done, Orlando," shouted the other Gryffindor students.

In the evening, in the Gryffindor common room, Orlando was writing a letter home when Neville walked in with his hands wrapped in gauze.

"Thank you, Orlando."

"Oh, Neville, thank you for what?" Orlando asked suspiciously.

"Thank you for the points you earned for Gryffindor, otherwise I would have been miserable."

"Haha, what are you talking about!" Orlando smiled, "Are you feeling better?"

"It's much better. Madam Pomfrey took away the swelling and applied medicine. It doesn't hurt at all."

After writing the letter, Orlando was going to go to the owl house to find Wukong. He went back to the dormitory first and got some owl food and nuts.

I haven't seen it for some time, and I don't know if this little thing has forgotten itself.

The Owl House is on the top floor of the castle. It is a convertible room that is ventilated on all sides. The railings inside are full of owls. The ground is full of scattered feathers and owl feces.

Orlando covered his nose and shouted from a distance.

Wukong, who hadn't heard his master's voice for a long time, was very excited, and flew over with fluttering wings, landed on Orlando's shoulder, and rubbed his face affectionately.

"Eat." Orlando spread his hands and fed Wukong. After a quarter of an hour, Wukong was full. Orlando tied the letter to his lap and said, "Send the letter home, and remember to bring the letter back when you come back." , is it clear?"

Wukong nodded, fluttered his wings and flew away.

Early the next morning, Orlando got up to do his morning class as usual. After climbing back from the window, he thought about waking Harry and the three of them up.

The three of them followed sleepily to the common room, and Orlando stuck a Gravity Talisman on each of their backs, and then let them struggle on their own.

As usual, Orlando first did [-] push-ups, [-] squats to warm up, and then started to walk the plum pile.

The three of Harry, who were crushed by double gravity, were still lying on the ground struggling to get up at first. After seeing Orlando under six times gravity doing such a high-intensity exercise, they finally gritted their teeth and crawled. Get up, learn his appearance and do push-ups with difficulty.

At breakfast time, Orlando ate crab cakes and porridge with relish, and his appetite was as good as ever.

But Harry, Ron, and Neville were miserable. Although Orlando took off the gravity charms on their backs as soon as the training was over, their muscles were still sore after experiencing this kind of training for the first time.

(End of this chapter)