I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 6 Dragon Skin Talisman
"It turned out to be him, the one who wrote to me." Orlando said thoughtfully.

"Mom, look quickly, the person on the card will move. Ah, he disappeared."

Emily took the card from her mother, turned the chocolate frog card over, and read: "Dumbledore's well-known contributions include defeating the Dark Wizard Grindelwald in [-], and discovering the twelve species of dragon's blood." Uses, fruitful in alchemy with partner Nicole Flamel. Professor Dumbledore is fond of chamber music and bowls."

"Dragon Blood, Dad, do dragons really exist in this world?" Emily was a little incredulous.

"I think there are probably some, doesn't Orlando have Ssangyong leather gloves." Dad said with some uncertainty.

"It's unbelievable. I really want to experience the magic of the magic world." Mom said with emotion.

To satisfy his sister and mother's curiosity, Orlando had to don his new Hogwarts uniform, plain black plain work robes and a black peaked hat.

This made Emily envious, insisting Orlando take it off and put it on for her to try.Fortunately, although he is two years younger than his sister, Orlando's height is not inferior to her.

Wearing her younger brother's school uniform, magic cloak, and peaked hat, Emily held her mother's hand, and the two posed various POS for her father to take pictures.

Orlando had no interest in taking pictures, so he could only sit on the sofa and read his "A History of Magic" silently.

Tired of playing, Emily went on to eat her snacks. When she saw her younger brother concentrating on reading, she moved her eyes and put half of the chocolate frog in her father's hand, euphemistically saying that her father loves chocolate the most.Then he squeezed over and read a book next to Orlando.

After a day's delay, Orlando wanted to write a reply to Professor McGonagall as soon as possible.

In the letter, he first thanked Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for accepting him, and then stated that he was ready and would report on time on September [-]st.

Seeing the owl flying farther and farther away, Emily asked nervously: "Orlando, Wukong won't leave forever, will he?"

"Don't worry, sister, Wukong is a magical creature and can understand human language. I have told it to stay at Hogwarts after delivering the letter, so that when I go to school, I don't need to check it in."

"Okay." Emily was still a little worried, but she still chose to believe what her brother said.

Orlando, who has the ability of photographic memory, spent a full three days flipping through the first-grade book. The content in the book is by heart. Although it can’t be said that he understands and understands everything, but with book knowledge , which gave Orlando a preliminary understanding of magic.

In his view, the wizarding profession is the use of magical elemental power, which is closer to natural energy and more in line with Taoist practice than industrialized electrical energy.

After confirming this, Orlando was ecstatic. He couldn't wait to understand magic, and he wished to master the use of this power immediately.

But time was running out. After seeing the attitude of the wizarding world towards ordinary people, he felt that it was necessary to add an insurance policy to his family before enrolling.That is, before leaving, make a talisman for dad, mom and sister.

Orlando found his father, shared his concerns, and asked him to keep it a secret.Then he made a list, which contained some materials he needed to buy, such as lead, mercury, sulfur and the like.

Although Edward had been aware of his son's mystery for a long time, he knew his son was a human being. Although he didn't know what he was going to do, he still spent two days finding all these items.

Orlando no longer thinks about magic. In this life, in order to lay a good foundation, he has practiced Qi besides body training. He has been in the Qi training period and has not started to build a foundation. Many advanced Taoist methods in his previous life cannot be used, so he can only cast spells with the help of talismans. , suffering from lack of materials, has been unable to produce.

Now with dragon skin, the fur of this kind of advanced magical creature is the best for making amulets.

When everything was ready, Orlando locked himself in the grocery room, asked his sister Emily not to disturb him, and began to concentrate on drawing.

Cut the dragon skin, adjust the cinnabar, grind it into powder, and mix it evenly with water. Orlando began to draw stroke by stroke. This is a delicate job. Every stroke and every stroke is exquisite. This process must not be wrong and fast. , otherwise the cinnabar would condense into a block, and it would not be able to attach to the dragon skin, and the making of the talisman would fail.

Concentrating all his energy, Orlando made three talismans in one go. This was the first time he made high-level talismans in this life. Fortunately, the process was safe and sound, and the remaining dragon skins just made three.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he picked up the amulet, and Orlando began the last step—consecration. In layman's terms, it is to input mana and activate the talisman. As long as the mana is not lost, the power of the talisman will always exist.

It took an afternoon of work, and the three talismans were finally completed. Orlando's mana accumulated over the years of Qi training was running low. Seeing that it was getting late, he took the three talismans out of the grocery store without caring about recovering his mana.

Mom had already prepared dinner, and Dad was sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper. My sister, Emily, might be hungry, so she ate a dessert.

"Orlando, have you finished your talisman?" Seeing Orlando coming in, Emily asked with a mouthful of pudding.

"It's an amulet, a kind of passive defense talisman."

The mother who heard the voice came from the kitchen, holding a plate of roast chicken in her hand, and the father also put down the newspaper in his hand, and looked over curiously.

Emily reached out to grab the leftover dessert regardless of her hands, but Orlando shrank his hands. This was made by him with hard work, and she couldn't be grumpy.

Afterwards, Orlando handed one to his mother, one to his father, and held the remaining one in his hand. He looked at his angry sister Emily and said, "Go wash your hands first, or I won't give it to you."

Holding the talisman and turning it over and over again, Edward asked, "Son, how do you use this thing?"

Mary looked at him too, and said, "Is this magic? What does it do?"

After Emily finished washing her hands, Orlando gave her the amulet in his hand.

"It's a kind of magic, but it's passive magic. Only when the holder is attacked or hurt, the amulet can resist."

"You need blood to recognize the master. A talisman can only be used by one person, so you need to carry it with you."

Orlando explained.

After speaking, he took the table knife on the table, lit it with a lighter, handed it to Edward and said, "Dad, cut off your index finger and drop a drop of blood here."

Edward hesitated for a moment, but out of trust in his son, he followed suit. The amulet dripped with blood activated the runes on the dragon skin, emitting a red light.

This miraculous scene instantly dispelled Dad's worries. At this time, when he looked at the amulet in his hand, he felt a flesh and blood connection.

Mary, who was a little skeptical at first, looked at her son in astonishment at this moment. Is this really her son?If Orlando hadn't been raised by her, she would have doubted her life.

Under Dad's demonstration, Mary and Emily activated the amulets respectively.

The careful mother even strung them up for everyone with red strings and hung them around their necks for close-fitting preservation.

After a sumptuous dinner, everyone was a little depressed. Orlando was going to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry tomorrow, and everyone was a little bit sad.

"Orlando, don't forget my sister, remember to write to me." Emily's eyes were red. Although she was often jealous of her younger brother's smartness, she fought jealously in front of her parents, but once her younger brother was about to leave, she would always be jealous. Very sad.

"Don't worry, sister, I will let Wukong send letters back from time to time."

"If the money is not enough, remember to write back." Mary said worriedly. She was still a little worried about her son going to school in that unfamiliar place.

"Okay, okay, time is running out, so hurry up and pack your things." Edward patted the back of the chair, stood up and said.

After packing up, Orlando threw books, school supplies, etc. into the bracelet space for the convenience of travel. Emily's eyes lit up when she saw this miraculous scene, and she pulled Orlando's arm and looked again and again.

"This is a glazed bracelet. It has a space of about three cubic meters inside. It has the function of protecting the body. It is a rare magic weapon."

Seeing the surprised looks from his father and mother, Orlando explained.

Edward opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. No matter how many secrets his son had, he was still his own son.

"It's amazing magic. Did you make Orlando too? I want it too." Emily said expectantly.

"Well, it doesn't work now, maybe it will take a few years." Scratching his head, Orlando replied uncertainly.

Hearing that it will take a few more years, Emily pouted and was not very happy. She really envied her younger brother, who was able to study in a magic school and possessed so many magical objects. Can't have.

It's a pity that she has no magical talent and cannot learn magic, which makes her very frustrated.

With this space for the bracelet, Mary feels like she has sorted out a lot of things, such as pillows, quilt covers, bed sheets for washing, warm clothes for winter, T-shirts for summer, daily necessities for washing hair and bathing, comics for daily entertainment, Radios for listening to the radio, everything.

If Orlando hadn't stopped him, he estimated that his mother would have moved half of the bedroom in.

Early the next morning, Mary got up early and prepared a lot of Olado's favorite food, such as roast chicken, butter cake, Chinese fried buns, baguettes, etc. The ingredients at home are very good. She made all the ones that were released, which is really worrying for mothers who travel thousands of miles.

Orlando ate breakfast in silence, watching his mother running in and out packing her bags, and felt warm in her heart.

Little Emily, who was usually jealous and contentious, didn't say anything this time, but kept bringing food to her younger brother, for fear that he might not be full.

Mary held back her tears and watched Edward drive out of the yard with her son. Today is also the day Emily starts school, and she will take Emily to the school to report later.

Looking at the door of the house in the distance, Orlando turned his head reluctantly, his mind was full of Emily's red eyes from crying.

"Sometimes I really don't understand, who is the younger brother and who is the older sister, you or Emily." Edward said jokingly.

"Father, I'm a boy, I can't be a sister, I can be a brother if I want to."

"That's true. Although Emily is mischievous, you are not much better. You have been weird since you were a child." Edward said with emotion.

"Dad, I'm a genius, and geniuses will naturally be different." Orlando said without shame.

These words made Edward laugh out loud, and the atmosphere in the car instantly improved.

This time there was no encumbrance from the owl, and there was no need to check in the luggage. Edward twisted a portable pulley box, and the two boarded the plane to London.

Edward asked several times on the way: "Son, are you sure the name of this platform is correct, 9 and 4/3, is there such a platform in the world?"

"Dad, you've asked No. 18 times. I'm [-]% sure. That's what it says on the letter." On the plane, Orlando said without turning his head while lying on the back of the chair with his eyes closed.

"Okay, you can fool me, a Muggle." Edward muttered, he had always had a hard time with the word Muggle.

"Is it here? Son."

"I think so, platform nine on the left, platform ten on the right, nine and three quarters then that's where it is."

"There is no door, how to get in, quickly check if there is any mention of knocking on the turning head in the letter."

"I don't think there is any need for Dad." Orlando pointed to the front.

A short and fat woman was leading four boys with fiery red hair. There was also an owl on the suitcase they were pushing. The woman was scolding the children behind her, and she didn't notice the father and son not far away.

"Father, I think they're wizards too. I'll just follow them."

"Can this work?"

"I think it's okay, Dad. I reckon that only wizards can enter and leave this platform. Then, Dad, you can send me here."

Orlando took the pulley suitcase from his father, and hugged his father vigorously.

Looking at his son going away, Edward, who has always been a tough guy, couldn't help but turn his eyes red. This is the first time his son has been away from him since he grew up.

"Hello, ma'am, may I ask how to get to platform 9 and 4/3?" Orlando, who stepped forward, asked politely.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, young man, you are also a freshman this year." The woman who was reprimanding her son Fred turned around and said embarrassedly.

"Yes, ma'am, I am a freshman at Hogwarts."

"Great, this is my son, Ron, he is also a first-year freshman, you are at the same level, and you can help each other in the future." The woman pointed to her last and youngest son.

Ron was tall, thin, clumsy, freckled, with big hands, feet, and a long nose.He stood up a little shyly and whispered back, "Hello, my name is Ron."

"Hi, my name is Orlando, nice to meet you."

"This is Fred, and this is George, Ron's twin brother. This is Ginny, their sister. You can call me Mrs. Weasley." The fat woman enthusiastically introduced her children.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George, Mom," said one of the twins, who was on Ron's shoulder.

"Honestly, you said you were our mother, but why didn't you recognize me as George?" Another twin who was holding Ginny's hand continued.

"I'm sorry, George, dear."

(End of this chapter)