I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 51 Mandrakes
Looking at the pink earmuffs in Orlando's hands, Harry and Ron lowered their heads and laughed.

"Orlando, I'll change mine for you!" Hermione took out her pair of white earmuffs and handed them to Orlando.

"Forget it, don't need to change it, I'm not going to wear it."

While talking, Professor Sprout clapped his hands in fear, and shouted: "When I tell you to put on the earmuffs, you must cover your ears tightly, and when it is safe to take off the earmuffs, I will Two thumbs up. Good—earmuffs on."

Professor Sprout put on a pair of pink fluffy earmuffs himself, rolled up his sleeves, took hold of a clump of grass blades, and pulled it out with all his might.

It was not the roots that were pulled out of the soil, but a very ugly baby with leaves growing on his head.His skin was light green, spotted with spots.

As soon as the little guy left the soil, he cried loudly at the top of his throat. The voice was sharp and piercing, piercing into people's hearts. Orlando sensed a faint spiritual force vibrating from the voice. Anyone who heard the voice would have their souls torn apart. Of course, this kind of slight soul shock is far inferior to the soul magic that Orlando casts, so it doesn't matter for him not to wear earmuffs.

Looking around, Professor Sprout discovered that Orlando hadn't put on the earmuffs as she instructed, which frightened her.

She hastily pulled a large flowerpot from under the table, stuffed the Mandrake in it, and buried him in dark, damp compost until only the clump of leaves stood out.

"Orlando, are you okay?" Professor Sprout asked anxiously.

"I'm fine, Professor."

"How is that possible? Why don't you wear earmuffs."

"I'm sorry, Professor, I just want to verify an idea, of course, the premise is that I have the strength to ensure that I will not be harmed."

"It's not allowed to do this in the future. You must know that the cry of the Mandrake can kill people. This is not a joke." Professor Sprout said with a dark face. Do this in class.

"Okay, professor, I won't dare next time." In order to avoid trouble, Olado apologized humbly.

For the next class, Orlando was absent-minded. He kept thinking about a question-the cry of the mandrake contains spiritual power, and this power grows stronger as it grows, so is it possible? , Transferring this kind of spiritual power to others, can it change a person's spiritual power?

Although a mandrake has limited spiritual power, can ten, one hundred, or one thousand mandrakes together have the effect of quantitative change leading to qualitative change?After all, mandrakes are not hard to find in the wizarding world.

The only difficulty is that once the mandrake is out of the soil, it will die, and its spiritual power will also disappear.

"Orlando, what are you thinking? Pass me the compost," Hermione said loudly.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and a curly-haired Hufflepuff boy stood by a plate, trying to hold the plate down, trying not to touch the poisonous tentacles.

"Beware of the poisonous tentacles, it's teething." Hermione reminded again.

Orlando took a bag of compost, Harry took it with one free hand, and several people joined hands to finally finish the work of fertilizing the mandrake.

"My name is Justin Finch," the curly-haired boy happily shook hands with several people, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Orlando Bloom, the young genius, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin; and of course you , the famous Harry Potter, the darling of history; you are Hermione Granger—the number one forever; and you, Ron Weasley, is that speeding car yours?"

Justin Fenrieri was a familiar guy, and he got to know everyone in no time.

In the second half of the class, Orlando became the focus of Professor Sprout's care. He had to wear pink earmuffs as required by the professor. After seeing this scene, the students around him laughed, especially Ron laughed the loudest.

"Professor, can I ask you something?" After class, Orlando found Professor Sprout.

"What's the matter?" Professor Sprout stopped what he was doing.

"I want to take a few mandrakes back to do research, I wonder if it's possible?"

"Yes, here are the Mandrakes I collected, you can take them." Professor Sprout pointed to the corner, where there was a bamboo basket full of collected and dried Mandrakes.

"Professor, I think you misunderstood me. I want some live mandrakes."

"This is not acceptable, it is too dangerous." Professor Sprout refused without thinking.

"Professor, I am also an assistant professor recognized by the school. You should believe in my strength." Orlando looked at Sprout with a firm attitude.

"Okay then, I'll give you four juvenile Mandrakes at most, and no more." Sprout hesitated, but after thinking that Orlando was different from ordinary students, he finally agreed.

"Orlando, I'll help you." Justin Fenriely enthusiastically took the flowerpot from Orlando.

Harry and Ron also hugged a pot each.

"Orlando, why do you want this?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"I want to study something."

"You have a big heart, Orlando. You dare to take such a dangerous thing back for research." Ron said with lingering fear. He almost fainted because he didn't wear the earplugs properly during class.

"That's because you're too fragile. Orlando doesn't wear earplugs, so he's fine." Hermione, who likes to argue, said bluntly.

"You are amazing, why are you wearing earplugs?" Ron choked back, not to be outdone.

"You two have a really good relationship, are you talking about someone?" Justin Fenlieli didn't know why, and suddenly said something.

"Bah, who's talking to him!" Hermione blushed and became angry with embarrassment, and turned around and ran away.

"Justin, don't talk nonsense, who wants to talk to this kind of person." Ron said angrily with a red face.

Harry couldn't help laughing out loud, almost knocking over the flower pot in his arms.

"Ron, I think you can think about it, Hermione is really good!" Orlando, who is familiar with the plot, couldn't help but tease.

"Orlando, if you say that again, I will break up with you." Seeing that his friends were making fun of him, Ron got angry.

"Okay, okay, just kidding, you really don't think about it?"

"You, you still say." Ron was trembling with anger.

"Slow down, slow down and don't break the flower pot, I don't want to be in the hospital." Harry hurriedly put his arms on Ron to prevent him from breaking the flower pot in agitation.

Justin Finlich thought these guys were so funny, so interesting.

Back at the castle, a few people helped deliver the flower pots with mandrakes to Orlando's dormitory, because there was a transfiguration class in the morning, and it was inconvenient for them to stay longer, so they went back to the dormitory to take a shower and change their bodies. clean clothes.

Orlando told Capri to take care of the mandrakes, and then went to class.

Today's transfiguration class is live animal transfiguration. Professor McGonagall asked the students to turn a beetle into a button. This is not only a test of magic power for the students, but also a test of their eyesight and brain power.

Because the beetle can move, when you cast magic, you must not only be fast but also accurate, unless your mental power is strong enough, just like Orlando, after the mental power is locked on the target, just cast the spell.

Undoubtedly, Orlando succeeded once again. He turned the beetle into a button, and the bow on the button was clearly visible. After seeing it, Professor McGonagall only praised him.

Hermione on the side finally completed the button transformation after trying seven or eight times. Although her button was missing a buttonhole, she still won five points for Gryffindor.

After Harry tried a few more times, his beetle finally produced some changes - a button with eight legs, crawling all over the table.

Ron was less unlucky. He borrowed some magic tape to mend his wand, but the repaired wand seemed to keep breaking down. Whenever he cast a transfiguration spell, the wand crackled and sparked.

When he spoke the spell again and waved his wand in an attempt to transform the beetle, a thick gray smoke, smelling of rotten eggs, shot out from the wand.

The thick smoke blocked his sight and made him unable to see clearly. As a result, he was in a hurry and accidentally crushed the Beetle, so he had to ask for another one. Professor McGonagall was not very happy about this.

"Ron, this is not how magic is cast. Not only do you have to recite the spell correctly, but more importantly, you must concentrate, mobilize the spiritual power in your body, and guide the output of magic power. Spells are just the door keys to magic, and mental power is the way to cast magic." If you can't achieve the unity of heart and mouth, and the synchronization of hands, eyes and brain, you will still fail if you cast this magic a hundred times."

Orlando, who had nothing to do, couldn't help but give some advice. What he said was not only for Ron, but also for other people.

It was the first time that Professor McGonagall saw a student who had such a profound understanding of magic and summed it up so well, she couldn't help applauding.

"Student Orlando fully revealed the essence and tricks of magic to us. I hope that all the students here can remember his words, and achieve the unity of heart and mouth, and the synchronization of hands, eyes and brain."

After failing to cast another spell, Ron threw his wand on the table angrily. At this time, he was already a little out of breath.

"Stupid. Useless. Stuff"

"Write home and ask for another one," suggested Harry.

"I don't want another Howler letter." Ron was frustrated.

"Okay, what's the big deal, here are 20 Galleons, take it, remember to return it to me when you have money later." Orlando took out the Galleons and stuffed them into Ron's pocket.

"Orlando, no, me."

"Don't me, yours. Accept me as a friend. If you don't treat me as a friend, return it to me." Knowing that Ron was a little stubborn, Orlando didn't give him a chance to talk nonsense, turned and went to the auditorium.

"How to do?"

"What should I do? Take it, he's such a rich guy, he makes more money in a semester than anyone else in a year. Don't care about it, so it's better to take it, I don't want to lose this friend." Harry Shrugging, he turned and left.

Ron froze in place, stood there blankly for a while, finally gritted his teeth and decided to accept it.

After lunch, several people walked to the grass outside the castle to bask in the sun. Today's weather is very good, which makes people feel happy.

Ron, who had solved the wand problem, was finally in a good mood, and he wasn't offended even when Hermione showed off her beautiful buttons transformed with beetles.

"What class is this afternoon?" Orlando put his head on his arms and walked on the lawn.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Hermione quickly.

"Huh," Ron said, grabbing her timetable, surprised, "Why do you circle Lockhart's classes with hearts?"

Hermione snatched back her timetable, flushing angrily.

As soon as he heard that it was Lockhart's class, Orlando backed off in his heart. He felt that it was a waste of time to let this kind of person teach him. He was about to find an excuse not to go, when Hermione said: "Orlando , Professor Lockhart has prepared a complete set of his autographed books and photo albums for you today, you must not forget what you promised me."

"Don't worry, it's all yours, you can't escape."

"I don't think there's anything good about him." Harry couldn't understand what Hermione was thinking.

"That's right, little boy, he's a deceit." Ron hated this kind of handsome and rich boy most.

"You're not allowed to say that about him." Hermione got angry and yelled at Ron.

Then she turned away from them and took out Lockhart's "Sailing with Vampires" and read it.

At this time, a thin, gray-haired boy came over, holding something in his hand, which looked like an ordinary Muggle camera.Orlando squinted at him, and the boy's face immediately turned red.

"Hi, I... My name is Colin Creevey," he said breathlessly, taking a timid step forward. "I'm in Gryffindor too, do you think - is it possible - I can take a picture of you?"

"You should go to Harry, I think he would be happy to take a photo with you." Orlando didn't want to get up, so he refused directly.

Colin Creevey had heard the legend of Orlando, and knew that he had a bad temper, so he didn't dare to force him, so he quickly turned his head and looked at Harry hopefully.

"Photography?" Harry asked blankly.

"This way I can prove that I saw you." Seeing that Harry didn't refuse, Colin said eagerly, and took a few steps forward, "I know everything about you, how you escaped the mysterious man, he is How did you disappear and so on. You still have a lightning-shaped scar on your forehead, which is the mark left by the mysterious man." Colin became more and more excited as he spoke, without noticing that Harry's face was getting darker and darker. "A boy in my dorm told me that if I used the right developer potion, the people in the pictures would move."

Colin took a deep breath and trembled slightly with excitement, "It's really interesting here, isn't it? Before I received the letter from Hogwarts, I never knew that the strange things I would do were magic. My dad is Milkman, he doesn't believe in magic at all. So I'm going to take a bunch of pictures and send them to him. If there's a picture of Orlando and yours—" He looked beggingly at Orlando lying on the ground basking in the sun , "I believe my father will be very happy."

(End of this chapter)