I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 12 The first day of special training

No, it was the tenth time that the spoon in Harry's hand fell into the plate, and Ron stirred up the pumpkin porridge everywhere, which surprised Hermione on the side.

"What happened to you?"

Neville swallowed the pie in his mouth with difficulty, and said, "After practicing for an hour in the morning, it's like this."

"Orlando, have you given them special training?" The Weasley twins seemed to realize something.

"Yes, they asked for it themselves. If you want to participate, then come to the common room at 06:30 every morning. I will wait for you there."

"I love you so much." George bowed exaggeratedly.

"Don't be too happy, I don't care if you cry and complain about me."

"I want to cry right now," said Ron.

Harry nodded. He had no strength in his arm now, and his muscles were sore.

Orlando didn't bother to pay attention to these live treasures, he might as well eat two pies quickly if he had the time.

In the morning, it was Professor McGonagall's transfiguration class. Orlando felt that he had to perform well. After all, Professor McGonagall was their dean. Without her authorization, it was impossible for the librarian to obtain the right to borrow books from the library. agreed.

Because of the three oil bottles, Orlando came to the classroom and it was close to class time. He opened the door, and the classroom was full of people, but it was quiet.

Orlando glanced at the podium, and sure enough, he saw a British Bobtail cat squatting on the podium.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly. He bowed to the desk and said, "Hi, professor."

Ron behind him thought Orlando was crazy, bowed to a cat and called the professor, and was about to laugh at him, when the bobtail cat on the table jumped and turned into Professor McGonagall.

Harry and Neville opened their mouths wide in surprise, but several of them didn't say anything offensive, so they quickly lowered their heads and found a seat to sit down.

Orlando saw an empty table next to Hermione and walked over to it.

"How did you recognize it?" Hermione asked curiously.

"When Professor McGonagall went to my house to deliver the admission letter, he transformed into a cat and secretly observed me all day."

Hermione was thoughtful. When she was admitted, it seemed that a cat often appeared near her home.

Seeing that the students were all here, Professor McGonagall clapped his hands and said, "Before the class, we will give Orlando a point to reward his keen insight. Learning to observe the changes of things and gain insight into the essence of magic is a must." The qualities that every good wizard must have, I hope you can be as observant as Orlando in your future study and life."

"Today is your first Transfiguration class. I must emphasize that Transfiguration is the most complicated and dangerous spell in your Hogwarts class."

"Anyone who tries to misbehave in my class, I ask him out and never let him in again. I warned you."

After hearing this, the little wizards in the classroom immediately sat up straight, put their hands on the books, and looked like I was a good student.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the crowd and nodded in satisfaction.

Then in order to express the charm of transfiguration more intuitively and shockingly.

Professor McGonagall swung his wand, turning the desk into a pig and back again.

Although he knew the plot very well, Orlando was still a little shocked by what he saw with his own eyes. This kind of transfiguration has surpassed the knowledge of physical chemistry and belongs to the transformation between different substances, which is similar to Taoism.

Orlando held a match and put it on the table, memorized the formula of transfiguration, moved the wand with his fingers, concentrated on chanting the spell, and the match changed.

"Very good, Orlando, you can successfully cast a spell for the first time. Your talent is really amazing." Professor McGonagall applauded and said, "I will give Gryffindor five points for this."

"Of course, if your needle is not as thick as both ends, I will give you ten points."

Everyone else looked over in surprise. This Orlando was commended by three professors after only two days of enrollment, which is really eye-catching.

"Thank you for the compliment from the professor. I think I haven't done well enough, and I need to work harder."

"It's already very good. You have mastered the key points and formulas of Transfiguration. The only thing you lack now is experience. You must know that Transfiguration is a magic that tests willpower and concentration. When you perform Transfiguration, there must be You must first outline the appearance of the object to be transformed, and then cast the spell, and when casting the spell, you must make sure that the human staff is one, so that you can perform a perfect transformation."

Professor McGonagall now also understands Professor Snape's mood at that time, the teacher would not like a gifted and studious student.

"Thank you Professor."

After trying several times, Orlando finally conjured a needle perfectly. In the process of repeated casting, Orlando felt the beating of the magic rhythm, just like a musician directing the band to play. He fell in love with this kind of needle deeply. Feel.

After a class, most of the students have no change in their matches except for a bunch of notes.

Apart from Orlando, Hermione was the only one who changed Match slightly. Although Hermione was also praised by Professor McGonagall, she was not happy at all.

After class, Orlando rushed to catch up with Professor McGonagall before he left, and put forward his request for borrowing books, hoping that the dean could issue a release note for him.

It was a difficult thing, but Professor McGonagall happily agreed, and also made a list of books for Orlando so that he could consolidate his theoretical foundation.

Holding the approval slip, Orlando happily went to the library.

The librarian Mrs. Pince is a serious and old-fashioned woman. Every time a student borrows a book, she will strictly register it. When Orlando came over with a stack of books, Mrs. Pince frowned.

"Young man, it's a good thing to like to study, but as the old saying goes, if you can't chew too much, you should keep your feet on the ground."

"Thank you for the reminder, Mrs. Pince, I will pay attention. These are the reading lists that Professor McGonagall made for me, please register them for me."

Mrs. Pince liked the open-minded and studious students very much. She readily registered and gave Orlando the highest authority to lend 10 books at a time for one month.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon was simply a farce. Although he knew the plot was like this, Orlando was extremely disappointed after seeing it with his own eyes.

Professor Quirrell's class was filled with a smell of garlic, which everyone said was to drive away a vampire he met in Romania, fearing that the vampire would come back and get him.

Orlando scoffed at this, which was obviously a lie woven by Quirrell, in order to dispel people's doubts about him wearing a turban all day long.

Orlando was not interested in this farce at all. He didn't believe that the greatest magician of this century, Principal Dumbledore, would not be aware of it at all.

Since these are all in Dumbledore's plan, why should he do anything extra as an outsider.

Orlando found a corner by the window, away from the strange smell, and concentrated on reading a book.

During dinner, Orlando concentrated on dealing with the steak on the plate. Neville walked over, blushing and said embarrassedly: "Orlando, I want to exercise tomorrow, I... I won't go."

"Okay, do your muscles still hurt?"

"It hurts, it hurts when you push hard."

"It was like this for the first few days, and it will be fine in two days." Orlando comforted him, but he didn't expect that one of them would quit after only persisting for a day.

Harry and Ron looked at Neville, then at Orlando, who seemed hesitant to speak.

"You two also want to quit?" Orlando asked suspiciously.

"No, we're just wondering what to do with the leftover homework?" Ron straightened his neck and said.

In the Gryffindor lounge, Orlando is holding a book and reading it. This is a book published in the Middle Ages. It is a book specially marked on Professor McGonagall's list - "The Rise of Medieval Magic"

According to the description in the book, there were a group of powerful magicians in the Middle Ages. In order to pursue power, they developed attribute magic. They divided magic into different attributes, combined with the magician's own attribute talents, practiced magic of a single element, and pursued magical power. the ultimate.

Wizards who can cultivate attribute magic, without exception, all become outstanding figures of a generation in the end.Some are famous all over the world, and some are notorious for thousands of years, but I have to say that they all have one attribute in common, that is, they are powerful.

After closing the book, Orlando fell into deep thought.

"Orlando, Orlando." Harry yelled twice, and seeing that Orlando didn't respond, he shook his arm.

"What's the matter?" Being interrupted made Orlando feel a little uncomfortable, and he frowned.

"Oh, sorry, I want to borrow your homework." Harry said shyly.

"Here." Orlando took out his homework and threw it to him.

"Harry, how could you do this, copying homework is wrong." Hermione said angrily.

Ron didn't care so much, and grabbed it.

Under Hermione's glare, Harry and Ron quickly turned their backs and picked up their homework.

"Orlando, you can't do this, it will hurt them."

Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, Hermione pointed the finger at Orlando.

Orlando shrugged.

At night, until late at night, when everyone went back to the dormitory to sleep, Orlando was still reading the book tirelessly.This night, he only read one book, but he wrote more than a dozen pages of notes.

Looking at the empty common room, Orlando stretched his waist. It can be seen that he is in a good mood now. The conjecture of magic fusion Taoism seems to be feasible. As long as he finds a way, his Golden Core Avenue will no longer be a castle in the air .

Back in the dormitory, the other three had already fallen asleep, and Orlando went back to his bed lightly, lay down, and soon fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Harry and Ron reluctantly followed Orlando to the common room with bitter faces.

The three of them didn't wait long, and the twin brothers of the Weasley family, as well as Hermione, came. Orlando didn't talk nonsense, and each of them stuck a gravity talisman, and then practiced it, and started the day's training.

Harry and Ron, who had suffered once, explained to everyone what a gravity talisman was, and then imitated Orlando's appearance and began to do push-ups.

Ron, whose muscles were sore and not yet healed, lay on the ground after doing five exercises. Harry was a little better, doing more than a dozen, but Hermione, as a girl, was impressive and gritted his teeth. Thirty.

Orlando doesn't care about them. This kind of thing depends on self-consciousness. The philosophy he upholds is-the master leads the door, and the practice depends on the individual.

After the last circle of plum blossoms, Orlando paid off and picked up a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Looking at the five people staggering around, he said, "If you want to continue practicing in the future, come here to find me at this hour every day. Harry and Ron, too. I won't call you when you wake up in the morning."

George gasped and said, "Orlando, do you really have six talisman seals on your body?"

"Yes." There was nothing to hide, and Orlando let them see the talisman on his body.

"It's amazing." Fred opened his mouth wide.

"It's incredible." Hermione said in surprise.

"It's just self-abuse." Ron thought this kind of person was a monster.

"Orador, what are you working so hard for?" Harry asked puzzled.

"In order to become stronger, in order to control one's own destiny." So do you understand?

Orlando's words were simple and direct, but it was such a simple and direct answer that made everyone more and more puzzled. After all, they were only teenagers, and they hadn't thought deeply about the future and fate.

Only Harry was thoughtful. Living under the bullying of his cousin Dudley since he was a child, he wanted to change his destiny more than once.

The twin brothers stood up supporting each other, shook their heads and said, "Orlando, you will definitely become a strong man in the future."

Several people helped each other back to the dormitory.

Today's breakfast was extraordinarily rich, which whetted Orlando's appetite and ate more than usual.

But the first-year lion cubs of Gryffindor completely ignored this. They gathered together in groups of three and four to discuss today's flying lesson. Most students from wizarding families were full of anticipation.

Orlando doesn't care about these things. In his mind as a cook, the world is big and eating is the biggest.

Harry and Ron, on the other hand, were a little sad, especially after hearing Malfoy brag about avoiding a Muggle helicopter on a broomstick, their expressions became even worse.

Because the first flying lesson at the beginning of school turned out to be with the Slytherin students, which made Harry desperate.

"Too bad luck," Harry said despondently, "if I didn't expect it, I'd be riding a broomstick and making a fool of myself in front of Malfoy."

"Not sure if you'll make a fool of yourself," said Ron sensibly. "I know Malfoy always brags about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet he's just talking big." En said a word of reassurance.

"Don't worry, Harry, you need talent to fly, and you just have this talent." Orlando couldn't help but say something.

"Really, Orlando, how do you know I'm talented." Harry was stunned for a moment, then recovered and asked.

He couldn't tell Harry that he was familiar with the plot, so Orlando could only pretend to smile mysteriously.

"Trust me, Harry, I can't be wrong in my judgment"

Ron frowned. He always felt that Orlando didn't look like a wizard from a Muggle family. He was too mysterious.

(End of this chapter)