I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 39 Puppet Behemoth

"It's easier than I thought it would be," said Hermione as they joined the crowd outside on the sunny field. What happened to the elves' rebellion. Orlando, how did you do on the exam?" As if realizing how superficial it was to talk about exams in front of a bully, Hermione hurriedly changed the subject.

"Needless to say, the professor announced perfect scores on the spot for several exams in Orlando, and there is no need to wait for the results of the exams." Ron said sourly.

"He didn't review at all, and he didn't see him recite the key points." Harry said with the same hatred.

"Yes, yes. We have worked so hard to memorize and review, but we have never seen him work hard." On this point, Hermione also agreed. Although she did well in the exam, it was not the result of her hard work, like Orlando's effortless ability to get good grades, she protested vehemently.

"You know, I read as many books as you do." Orlando shrugged and said casually.

"What you're looking at has nothing to do with exams," said Ron.

"That's because I know all the books, so I don't need to waste time."

"It's infuriating to talk to him, I've decided," said Harry plausibly.

After waiting for a while, Hermione asked, "Decided what?"

"I decided not to give him any extra chocolate chips in the future."

"Tch, I thought you were going to have a breakup, so that's it." Ron said with contempt.

A group of people talked and laughed, and slowly descended the slope to the lake, where they sat under the tree with a plop.Not far away, a giant squid was basking in the warm shallow water as the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan fiddled with its tentacles.

"How nice to never have to review again." Ron exhaled happily, stretching his limbs and lying on the grass. "Be happy, Harry, we won't know how badly we did in a week's time, there's no need to worry about it now. Are you, Orlando?"

"Of course he doesn't have to worry about it." Harry rubbed his forehead, and the scar on his forehead was starting to hurt again.

"I wonder what that means!" he said suddenly annoyed. "My scar hurts all the time—it used to hurt, but never as often as it does now."

He thought for a while and then said: "Since I came back from the Forbidden Forest, the pain has become more frequent. I suspect it's Fu Wuwu."

Before Harry could finish speaking, Ron grabbed his hand. "Please, don't mention this name?" Ron has been frightened too much recently, and he has formed a conditioned reflex.

"Go and see Madam Pomfrey." Hermione suggested.

"I'm not sick," said Harry, "I take it as a warning...that danger is coming...what do you say, Orlando?"

"I think you need to find Principal Dumbledore. I don't think this is a warning. Maybe you should learn Occlumency in advance."

"Occlumency, what's that?" Harry asked.

"It's a kind of magic that can only be mastered by senior students. I read it in "A History of Hogwarts", and Dumbledore is the master of this." Hermione looked at Orlando.

Ron curled his lips and muttered, "You're the only one who can show off."

"Hermione is right, Dumbledore's Occlumency is really powerful." Orlando was noncommittal.

"Orlando, will you?"

"I don't have to learn it."

"What? You don't need to learn it?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"Yes, you all know that I practice attribute magic, and lightning magic is just one of them. There is also a kind of soul magic, which is born with the effect of Occlumency, so I said that you don't need to learn it."

"I really envy you, how can you teach me?" Harry asked hopefully, he was almost going crazy from the damn pain.

"I'm afraid it won't work, Harry, I'm in a special situation. I'm born with a strong soul force, so I can learn it. You can't do it now."

Hearing this, Harry was a little depressed. He didn't doubt that Orlando was lying to him. After all, Orlando had overpowered them too much. If he had Orlando's ability, he wouldn't have to worry about it all day long.

"Harry, relax. As long as Dumbledore is around, the Philosopher's Stone is safe. Anyway, we haven't found any evidence that Snape has found out how to subdue Fluffy. He almost With his leg bitten off, he wouldn't be in a hurry to take the risk again. If even Hagrid betrayed Dumbledore, then Neville could be on the England Quidditch team."

Ron's consolation didn't have the slightest effect. He had a bad feeling that the monster in the Forbidden Forest seemed to be very close to him. Perhaps, as Orlando said, Voldemort was lurking somewhere, possessed in someone's body , secretly licking the wound.

"Okay, okay, Harry. Don't be so worried, a lingering Voldemort, is he so panicked? You know, I have fought him face to face in the Forbidden Forest, and I don't necessarily know how strong he is. As long as the three of you work together, you don’t have to be afraid if you really meet him. The talisman seals I gave you are not for decoration, and it’s fine to resist for a while. In this way, whether it’s Principal Dumbledore, or I have time to make it."

Orlando's words were more effective than Ron's empty words, Harry rekindled his fighting spirit, "Thank you, Orlando."

"Harry, Ron, there is nothing to do after the exam, let's practice using talismans." Hermione suggested.

Ron was lying on the lawn, unable to cheer, it was too hot.

Harry's eyes lit up, that's right, instead of being worried here, it's better to train, so that if you really meet Voldemort, you won't be tied down.

"Orlando, are you going?" Hermione asked.

"I won't go, I have something else to do."

"OK then."

Harry pulled Ron up and quickly went up the slope back to the castle.

Orlando Shiran lay down on the lawn. It was rare to be free today. He decided to let his head go and experience nature.

"Master." Capri suddenly appeared and called softly.

"Yeah!" Orlando opened his eyes, and the bright sun dazzled him a little. "How is the teacher?"

It turned out that Orlando, who hadn't been able to go back for a few days, was worried about the teacher's health, so he specially sent Capri to go back to have a look.

"Master, the old master's castle has strong defensive magic, I can't get close at all." Capri said guiltily.

"As expected, it seems that the teacher is hiding something from me." Orlando was thoughtful. "Okay, you go back to the school cafeteria first, I'll try again at night to see if I can go back."

"Okay, master."

Sure enough, when Orlando took out the portable moving box at night, no matter how much he chanted the spell, the box door just couldn't be opened. It seemed that Mr. Nico really had something to hide from him, otherwise he wouldn't have locked the light door and kept him from knowing.

Forget it, the old guy who has been around for hundreds of years should know the severity and nothing will happen. Let him contact you!Orlando put away the box, picked up the stationery and began to write letters home.Emily's birthday is coming up, and he has a special gift ready - a wizard chess set, which just so happens to be sent back with her.

After finishing these, Orlando began to practice daily. Recently, he felt that the efficiency of meditation was getting lower and lower, and the magic power in his body seemed to be saturated. If he wanted to make progress, he had to make a breakthrough. It seemed that it was time to prepare for the foundation-building period.

The weather in July can change at will. It was sunny yesterday, and it was raining heavily today, but this did not affect Orlando's appetite at all. He ate his breakfast.

Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamation in the auditorium, not only from the student dining table, but also from the teaching staff dining table. Orlando used to eat his eighth full before reading the newspaper, and he didn't know what happened.

Harry opened his mouth wide, and he didn't even know that the pancake in his mouth fell down, leaving a big piece of oil on his chest.

"Orlando, is this true?"

"What's real or fake?"

"Nicole Flamel? You don't know."

All the Gryffindor students gathered here at this time, and students from other colleges also flocked here.

"What happened?"

"Look at today's newspaper, Orlando." Harry was pushed aside, leaning his body and shouting the last sentence.

Putting down the oil cake in his hand, Orlando quickly picked up the newspaper and read it. He opened the "Daily Prophet". Hundreds of wizards formed a circle under their feet, and the gate of the International Federation of Magic was trampled to pieces behind them.

The top line of the picture reads in large black characters: Legendary alchemist Nicole Flamel broke into the headquarters of the Wizarding Association in anger, only to seek justice for his disciple (Orlando Bloom).

"This, this is too violent." Orlando swallowed hard, a little speechless, even if others don't give you medals, you won't tear down other people's houses, this style is too domineering.

"Orlando, is that you Orlando Bloom in the newspaper?"

"You really apprenticed to Nicole Flamel?"

"Legendary master alchemist Nicole Flamel? Is it real?"

The students of Hogwarts had already huddled together, and everyone shouted in unison.

Orlando was spooked by the battle, which would not be good if there was a stampede.

At this moment, even if Principal Dumbledore appeared, he waved his wand, a white light and a loud noise, the loud voice drowned out everyone's shouting, and everyone fell silent by coincidence.

"Listen to me, yes, Orlando Bloom, our first-year Gryffindor student, is fortunate to be under the tutelage of the legendary alchemist Nicole LeMay, but Master Nicole has lived in seclusion for many years and has been unknown to the world. The first time I came out of the mountain was to declare my existence, and the second was to support the novice disciples, so the things in the newspapers are indeed true, you don’t need to make a fuss, just retreat.”

Dumbledore's deterrence was still there, and the students retreated in twos and threes, just discussing in low voices, looking towards Orlando while talking.

Orlando lost his appetite for the first time, and he was eager to know what was going on, and whether the injury on the teacher's body would worsen because of it.

"Orlando, come with me." Professor McGonagall walked over.

"Okay, Professor."

The two left the auditorium door one after the other, and Dumbledore was already waiting in the office.

"Tell me, what's going on here? Nicole's injuries have kept him from using magic for years, you should know that?" Dumbledore's words were a little cold, and this was the first time Orlando felt a different side of him.

"Principal, I really don't know what happened. A week ago, the teacher told me that the school had a final exam, and told me not to run back and forth, and also stopped the portal. I was worried, and let Capri go back yesterday. A trip, but the defensive magic of the hidden hut prevented it from entering, so I really don't know what happened."

After hearing this, Dumbledore's stern expression softened, "The old man's temper is still as hot as ever. Although it was expected, he even dispatched the giant puppets. This is going to cause a catastrophe Rhythm!"

Dumbledore tapped his fingers on the table, calmed himself down, and said, "I'm going to the International Federation of Magic. Please take care of the school for me. I believe that with your current ability, you should be able to do it."

Orlando nodded, "Principal, when you see the teacher, please give me a message. If he doesn't persuade you to use magic capriciously, I won't recognize him as a teacher in the future."

Dumbledore looked at Orlando with a strange expression on his face, is there such a threat?With the old man's emphasis on Orlando, maybe it will work.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Going back to the Gryffindor common room, it has become a sea of ​​joy. These little wizards have never seen such a breaking news when they grow up - a generation of legendary alchemists stepped on the International Federation of Magic, and it was because of a student .They were all waiting for Orlando, hoping to get more reliable news from him.

Orlando's troublesome explanation kept him in the dark, but his classmates didn't believe it. In a fit of anger, he followed Dumbledore's example and took out his wand and fired lightning at the sky, which accidentally split the ceiling. The fallen sawdust fell on his head and face. The students were really shocked at first, but after seeing him like this, they all burst into laughter.

Orlando didn't care to wipe off the sawdust on his head, he rushed out of the crowd and returned to his dormitory.Hastily took out the portable suitcase, this time the spell did not fail, and he returned to the hiding hut again.

"Teacher, teacher, are you back?" Orlando yelled a few times.

Then Yuri appeared, with a grievance on his face, and there were marks on the top of his head.

"Yuri, what happened?"

"Master, he drove the steel puppet monster out, and I couldn't stop it." Yuri's eyes were filled with tears of self-blame.

"What exactly is going on?"

"The master started preparations more than a month ago, and he has never let me tell you."

"You, you, didn't I tell you a long time ago that if you have anything to do, you can come to the school to find me?"

"The master tied me up in the magic circle before going out, and it took me a lot of strength to break free."

Orlando looked at the wound on Yuri's head and the strangle marks on his hands and feet, and knew that it was not his fault, so he didn't continue to blame it.

"When did the teacher leave?"

"It's been almost a day, little master."

"Okay, there's no need to say anything, go and clean up the wound, I'm not going anywhere today, just waiting in the castle."

"Okay, little master, I'll go get you something to eat."

"Go."

(End of this chapter)