I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 65 Getting Shot While Lying

"Don't be careless, Orlando, many talented wizards are prone to die before they grow up, and I don't want you to do the same." Snape said with concern.

"I'll be careful, Professor." Orlando nodded.

Snape looked around at the other three, his eyes paused for a moment on Harry's face, he didn't speak, and walked forward with a straight face.

"It must have been a spell that killed it - probably the Transfiguration spell. I've seen it used so many times, it's a pity I wasn't there, I just happen to know the cure that would have saved him .”

Lockhart's words made Filch heartbroken. He slumped on a chair by the table, covered his face with his hands, and didn't dare to look at Mrs. Norris, let alone Orlando. This student was too scary. With just a low growl, he trembled all over and couldn't stand up. He was saddened by Mrs. Norris' death, and he was also annoyed by his own incompetence and cowardice.

Harry, Hermione and Ron, despite their dislike for Filch, couldn't help feeling some sympathy for him at the moment.

"Orlando, you know so much, can't you save this cat?" Hermione, a cat lover, was full of sympathy and looked at Orlando with big eyes blinking.

"Didn't you realize that Mrs. Norris who was petrified is different from being petrified? Not only was her body petrified, but her soul was also not spared?" Orlando didn't deliberately whisper, and his words were quickly caught by Dumbledore. .

Dumbledore murmured something strange and tapped Mrs Norris with his wand, but there was no response.Mrs. Norris was still lying there stiffly. As Orlando said, not only was her body rigid, but her soul was also petrified, like a freshly prepared specimen.

At this time, in order to show his existence, Lockhart said in a hurry: "I remember a very similar thing happened in Ouagadougou [the capital of Walter in Upper Africa]." Continued, "A series of attacks are recorded in detail in my autobiography. At that time, I provided various amulets to the common people, and solved the problem at once."

As he said this, the pictures of Lockhart on the wall nodded in agreement, and one of them still took off his hairnet.

Everyone was obviously used to Lockhart's boasting, and no one echoed him.

Dumbledore stood up and said softly, "It's not dead, Filch."

"Not dead?" Filch choked out, looking at Mrs. Norris through his fingers. "Then why is its whole body—whole body stiff, as if frozen?"

"We need to ask our assistant professor, Mr. Orlando." Dumbledore looked towards the wall.

It was only then that everyone remembered that Orlando had another identity. He was the assistant professor officially announced by Dumbledore.

Filch also thought of this, which made him even more desperate. Although an assistant professor has not yet become a full-time professor, he is not something that he, a Squib key manager, can offend.

Orlando walked over, pointed at Mrs. Norris and said, "This is a profound black magic. The body and soul are instantly petrified. This requires profound magical attainments. I think ordinary people cannot do this."

Orlando paused for a moment, looked at Filch, and said, "I have a potion that can undo the petrification of its body, but it can't undo the petrification of its soul. If we find a way to undo the curse within a year, it can still come back to life." .”

Hearing this, Filch was like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw. He ignored his fear of Orlando, and rushed over, wanting to grab Orlando's hand.

Orlando was not used to being held by an old man. He turned around and avoided it without a trace, and continued: "Principal, this is a precious medicine. It was bought from my teacher Nicole Flamel's laboratory. I want to use it If it is used to treat Mrs. Norris, will it clear my suspicion?"

Before Dumbledore could speak, Filch shouted loudly: "There is no suspicion, no, it was not you who did it at all, Assistant Professor Orlando, I believe it must not be you, you are an upright and warm-hearted person, how could you Do something like this."

"I also believe it can't be you, Orlando." The corners of Dumbledore's mouth curled up slightly, and Orlando solved the problem by himself without his presence. Since Filch, the person involved, has denied his suspicion, what else can he say? Woolen cloth.

"Professor Orlando, please, please save Mrs. Norris, she is my relative, the only relative. Woohoo."

In order to impress Orlando, Assistant Professor Filch stopped calling him, and called him Professor directly.

Orlando curled his lips, took out a porcelain bottle, unplugged it, and poured it into the cat's mouth. After a while, Mrs. Norris, whose body was stiff, began to soften, and gradually had a heartbeat and breathing, as if As if asleep.

Filch rushed over in surprise, hugged it, and rubbed his face against his cat vigorously, feeling the warmth of the cat's body, "Thank you so much, Orlando, I apologize to you for my recklessness just now. Apologies, really, thank you." Filch shed tears of joy as he wiped his face carelessly and bowed.

"Don't be too busy thanking it. It's not in a good condition at this time. Its soul is still in a petrified state. Now it's just recovering its body. If it can't find a way to break the curse within a year, its soul will dissipate and it will die. Ugly words are in the The front, otherwise it will be bad to blame me when the time comes."

"Master Headmaster, you will definitely find a way, right?" After hearing what Orlando said, Filch looked at Dumbledore pleadingly.

Dumbledore nodded and nodded, "Filch, don't worry. Mrs. Sprout recently got some mandrakes. Once they grow and mature, I have a medicine that can bring Mrs. Norris back to life."

Filch was so ecstatic that Mrs. Norris' hands trembled. He was about to express his thanks when a voice came over.

"I'll make it," interposed Lockhart. "I've done it a hundred times, I could dream of making a mandrake resurrection potion at the same time."

Professor Snape, who hadn't spoken the whole time, was upset. This Lockhart was so pushy, more disgusting than old Potter.

"Forgive me," said Snape coldly, "I thought I was the Potions teacher at this school."

Lockhart was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to speak anymore. He was a little embarrassed to speak his mind to this cold-faced Potions professor.

"Professor Snape, if possible, can I watch and study while the potion is being refined?" Orlando's words broke the awkward silence at the right time.

"Of course, you can come to me for any questions about Potions while you are still a student." For Orlando, a student, he liked it from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay, that's it, you can go." Dumbledore waved his hand, indicating that Orlando and the others could go.

Back in the common room of Gryffindor, there were no students here, and the prefects drove the students back to the dormitory early.

(End of this chapter)