I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 53 Ron's Joke

Soon, the jokes that Lockhart made in class spread throughout the school. People expressed great surprise at the fact that he was yelled out by a student, and some students began to question the content written in his book.

After learning about what happened, Professor McGonagall not only did not punish Orlando, but praised him verbally. It seems that for Lockhart, not only the students have great opinions on him, but now even the professors are starting to criticize him. Don't wait to see him.

Orlando decided that it would be better not to go to Lockhart's class in the future. Is this a waste of money? What else can I do besides bragging?It's a waste of time to take his class.

"Orlando, did you really knock Lockhart out?" Percy asked mysteriously during dinner.

"Don't ask me this question. I have answered it a hundred times today, and I don't want to say it again."

Orlando was depressed all afternoon. It was obvious that Lockhart didn't listen to the persuasion and didn't cover his ears and was injured by mistake. How could it be his intentional revenge?
The students didn't care about that much, they watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, they tried their best to brag about how Lockhart was in class, and finally annoyed Orlando, who yelled at him and passed out.They spread gossip tirelessly. For this reason, Orlando added several new nicknames, such as "big mouth monster", "roaring lion", "temper tantrum" and so on.

Ignoring the pointing and pointing of the students, Orlando ate his dinner slowly, thinking about cultivation in his heart.These days, in order to get more familiar with the psychic bracelet, he has been using his heart for two purposes, silently using his own magic power to cultivate it.

This is like a smartphone that automatically goes to sleep because the battery is too low. After finally being powered on, it will go to sleep again if it is not fully charged.

What Orlando has to do now is to fully charge the psychic bracelet, and at the same time constantly strengthen the connection with spiritual power, so that it is like an arm, so that the power of the top-grade lingbao can be maximized.

The cultivation base of the foundation building stage is still a bit low, and it is still unable to exert the full power of the top-grade Lingbao, but at this stage, it is enough for self-protection.

"What are you thinking?" Wood stood for a long time, seeing that Orlando did not respond.

"It's nothing, you have something to do with me?"

"It doesn't mean that Quidditch training will start tomorrow. I want to order some amulets. I wonder if it's possible?"

"No problem, how much do you want?"

"Ten cards are okay?"

"Okay, when do you want it?"

"the day after tomorrow."

In the evening, for the first time in Orlando's life, he didn't go back to the hiding hut. He studied the mandrake all night. He was very interested in this kind of plant with its own spiritual shocking magic. He kept pulling it out and stuffing it back, just to Feel the cry of the mandrake.Fortunately, there is no one else in the dormitory, otherwise someone might die.

"Master, the Sage Accelerator is here for you."

"Well, put it on the bedside for me."

Orlando stuffed the mandrake in his hand back into the flowerpot, and patted the dirt in his hand.

"Take care of them for me and add some compost."

After tossing back and forth dozens of times, the mandrake was already dying, and the crying was not as loud as before. It seems that today's experiment can only stop here.

After adjusting the time, Orlando started a day of routine practice. The transformation of his magic power has been completed in his body after he just established the foundation. will fall.

In order to prolong the service life of the sage accelerator, Orlando woke up from meditation after only six hours of practice, turned off the machine to let it rest, and Orlando began to practice Taoism.

Now he is based on magic power, relying on Taoist inner alchemy techniques, combining Taoism with magic and has embarked on a different path. He believes that as long as he perseveres, he will definitely stand on the top of magic in the future.

Looking at the Thunderbird that could send and receive freely in his palm, Orlando nodded in satisfaction, and with a flick of his fingers, the Thunderbird that had transformed into magic elements dissipated in the air.I moved my hands and feet, looked at the time, and I couldn't let go of physical exercise. It's time for a morning run with weights.

As soon as he entered the common room, he bumped into Harry at the door. He was wearing the Gryffindor Quidditch team uniform, wearing a red cape, and carrying his Nimbus 2000 on his shoulder.

"Harry, go to training so early?"

"Ah Orlando, yes, Wood is also true, training has to be the first, and sleep can't make people sleep well." Harry rubbed his sleepy eyes and muttered.

"Come on, I'm optimistic about you." Patting Harry on the shoulder, Orlando stepped out of the common room door first.

Just as he was about to step out of the doorway, he suddenly heard the sound of pattering footsteps behind him. Colin Creevey ran down the stairs, the camera around his neck was shaking violently, and he was holding something in his hand.

"Senior Orlando, Senior Harry!"

Orlando took back his step, "Colin? What are you doing here?"

"I know you run every morning, so I'm waiting for you here." Colin Creevey shook the photo in his hand and asked eagerly, "Can you sign me? And Harry Senior?"

"No," said Harry decisively, glancing around to see if anyone else was there. "I'm sorry, Colin, I have something urgent to do and I have to go to Quidditch practice."

"What are you signing for?" Orlando asked curiously.

"My dad also reads newspapers. He knows you and Harry Potter. I think he will be very happy to receive your autographs." Colin Creevey looked at him expectantly and said .

"Okay, bring it here." Orlando took the photo, signed his name on the back, and then handed it to Harry, "Harry, you sign one too, don't care what others think, just follow your heart gone."

Harry hesitated for a moment, seeing that Orlando had already signed, he signed one too.

"Take it, let's not take it as an example! Let's go, we still have things to do."

They crawled out through the portrait hole, and Colin Creevey carefully put away the photos and followed them.

"Senior Orlando, can I run with you in the morning?"

"It's best not to, first-year students are not allowed to go near the Forbidden Forest, so you should go and watch Harry's Quidditch training."

"Can I?" Colin Creevey turned to look at Harry, "I've never watched Quidditch!"

After Orlando said that, what else could Harry say, "If you don't feel bored, come on."

Colin's face lit up with excitement after hearing this, and he followed Harry.

"You're the youngest house player in 100 years, aren't you, Senior Harry? Are you?" Colin trotted beside him. Is that your broomstick? Is it the best?"

The original drowsiness completely disappeared after having a little follower. Harry looked at Orlando with a resentful expression on his face. He could have rejected this kid because he was soft-hearted, and now he couldn't shake him off.

Seeing that Harry was silent, Colin didn't feel bored at all. Ever since he received the admission letter from Hogwarts, he felt that the world was so beautiful and everything around him was so magical.

"I don't know much about Quidditch," said Colin fascinated. "Are there four balls? Two of them flying around trying to knock players off their broomsticks?"

"Yes," Harry spat, and began to explain the complicated rules of Quidditch resignedly, "they're called Bludgers, and two players from each team used sticks to drive Bludgers away from Fred and George. Weasley was Gryffindor's beater."

"What are the other balls for?" Colin asked, opening his mouth to look at Harry, tripping down the stairs.

Orlando walked forward without saying a word, while Harry and Colin were whispering behind them, and they quickly left the gate of the castle.

"Okay, let's separate here!" Orlando waved at the two of them, and walked to the dewy grass alone.

"Has he always been this mysterious?" Colin asked in a low voice, pointing at Orlando's back.

"It's not just mysterious, it's simply mysterious." Harry breathed out. Orlando was not only mysterious but also powerful in his heart, and also had an inherent majesty, which was not at all like a child of this age, which is why they often willing to listen to his reasons.

Colin opened his mouth wide, what are these words?

"Okay, let's go, we've already wasted too much time, I don't want to be late for training on the first day." Since I can't get rid of it, let's take him, Harry strode towards the training ground.

Carrying a log on his back and wearing a ten-times-gravity amulet on his body, Orlando started a day of morning jogging.

After the establishment of the foundation, his body has been separated from the mortal body, and he seems to be evolving in an inexplicable direction. This evolution is not only reflected in strength, but also in other aspects, such as resistance, recovery, endurance, magic resistance and so on.

It seems to have the same effect as the magical animal blood training in the medieval attribute magic training.For this reason, Orlando specifically asked Nicole Flamel, and the answer he got was "This is a personal fate, which cannot be met." Letting him continue will only benefit him and not harm him.

Now that the teacher said so, he who originally decided to give up physical cultivation had no choice but to continue.

After running five laps around the lake, Orlando stopped. He hadn't exercised here for a summer vacation, and weeds began to grow around the lake. With ten times the gravity on his back, he was like a compactor, wading out a path come out.

Looking at his masterpiece, Orlando nodded in satisfaction, as the old saying goes: There are no roads in the world, and if there are more people walking, the road will become a road.

Looking at his watch, there was still time. Orlando returned to the dormitory, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and went downstairs to prepare for dinner.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Hermione and Ron came over with bread and jam.

"Harry went to training, we're going to have a look, and get him something to eat by the way, would you like to come with us." Hermione said, shaking the bread in her hand.

"I won't go, you go on your own." There is no class this morning, and Orlando is going to the library to look for books related to mandrakes.

While Orlando was enjoying his book, Neville broke in and said out of breath, "Orlando, something happened."

"What happened?"

"It's fighting, Harry and the others are fighting."

"what?"

"The people in Slytherin are at the stadium, you go and help."

Orlando closed the book, and put the other books on the table into Neville's arms, "Help me keep them, I'll go back when I go."

"Orlando, wait for me."

Neville was about to run out with a few books in his arms when the librarian Mrs. Pince stopped him by waving a feather duster at him.

Orlando rushed to the court at the fastest speed, like a gust of wind blowing through a castle, so fast that he couldn't see his figure clearly.

When he arrived, the place was already full of people. The Slytherin players were surrounding Malfoy and surrounded the Gryffindor players, making strange laughter. Wood and the others stood in front of them, glaring at each other. Harry and Hermione squatted on the ground, and under their feet was Ron with a dark face. At this time, he was lying on the ground, spitting a big shiny slug from his mouth.

"What happened?" Orlando walked between the two groups.

Malfoy saw him, and quickly put away his smile.

The captain of Slytherin, Marcus Flint, was born in a pure-blooded family, and he was no stranger to Orlando's strength and background. He hurriedly stopped the ridicule of other team members, and said respectfully: "We are here for training, because a little quarrel, the Weasley boy sneaked up on us with his wand, and as a result he was not good at learning, and he was backfired by magic, this is a note from Professor Snape.” In order to prove what he said was true, Marcus Flynn He specially handed over the note.

Orlando glanced at it, it said: I, Professor Cy Snape.The Slytherins are allowed to train on the Quidditch pitch today, to train their new Seekers.

"Is that so?" Orlando turned to ask Wood.

Wood blushed and nodded.

"Well, since it's not your fault, then let's do it, let's go."

"How could it be like this?" Harry came over and said angrily, "Do you know what they scolded Hermione?"

Ron also stood up, and said inarticulately: "You must...pay the price."

With his mouth shaking, several furry slugs came out of his mouth and landed on the shoes.

"Okay, don't talk for now."

Orlando was so disgusted that he hurriedly dug out a bottle of elixir, poured out one and handed it to Wood, saying, "This is the elixir I made. It has the effect of clearing away all negative magic. Take it quickly for Ron."

Wood squeezed Ron's big mouth, regardless of the slug coming out of his mouth, and forced the pill into it.

Ron hiccupped and almost choked to death. The elixir took effect very quickly, and he recovered after a while. The students watching around saw that there was no good show to watch, so they dispersed one after another.

"We'd better take him to Hagrid's, it's the closest," said Harry to Wood.

"That's all we have to do. Let's stop here for today's training." Wood shook his head in frustration.

Alicia, Angelina and Katie (Gryffindor players) also looked helpless while carrying broomsticks.

"Let's go, Harry, help Ron, let's go to Hagrid, and observe first, it shouldn't be a big problem." Seeing that Ron was already able to move around on his own, Orlando said.

"Can I take a picture of him?" Colin leaned over.

"Go away, Colin," said Harry angrily.

Harry helped Ron out of the stadium, towards the edge of the forest.

"Almost there, Ron," said Hermione, as the gamekeeper's hut appeared in front of him. "You'll be fine in a moment... almost there..."

When they were only twenty steps away from Hagrid's hut, the door suddenly opened, but it was not Hagrid who walked out, but Gilderoy Lockhart, who was wearing a lavender robe today.

"Hey, Professor Lockhart." Orlando frowned, but still greeted him.

"Orlando, ha, the weather is really nice today. Are you here to visit Hagrid? Ah, what's the matter? Do you need help?" Lockhart was a little embarrassed when he saw Orlando at first, but he adjusted instantly Come over and greet everyone warmly.

(End of this chapter)