I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 136 Sprayed in the face by a painting

At this time, the students finished their breakfast one after another, and George came over to distribute the schedule.

"The new third grade schedule." Orlando took it over, glanced at it, and put it on the table casually. Like Hermione, he signed up for all subjects. Unlike Hermione, he didn't value the excellent academic performance. He was only interested in the pocket watch that could reverse time.

"What's the matter with you, Harry?" asked George, who saw Harry's displeasure.

"What else, Malfoy." Ron, who was sitting next to Harry, answered for him, and looked back at the table in Slytherin House.

George looked up just in time to see Malfoy pretending to pass out again, and one of the girls around him, Pansy Parkinson with the face of a poodle, screamed in unison, "Oh, Harry."

"This ugly woman is playing you?" George patted Ron on the shoulder and laughed.

"Okay, don't irritate them. Forgot how we lost our college cup last semester? You don't have a long memory." Hermione saw that Ron was going to be furious, and hurriedly poured cold water on him.

Orlando didn't have time to worry about these things, he devoted himself to cooking, and as for Malfoy's exaggerated performances, he had the right to see them as skits. Although the performances were a bit clumsy, they didn't cost money.

Seeing that Harry was not in a good mood, Fred comforted: "Anyway, we will see what Malfoy will look like after the first Quidditch match. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, the first match of the season , I will meet Zhenzhang when the time comes, Harry, you have to cheer up."

The thought of meeting Malfoy at the Quidditch match, and the scene of him beating him up, put Harry in a good mood, and he ate some sausages and fried tomatoes.

"Wow, Hermione, how did you do it? Did George send out the wrong timetable? You have to take ten classes a day? There's not enough time at all." Ron said suddenly.

"There's no fuss about it, look at Orlando, his class schedule is the same as mine." Hermione picked up Orlando's class schedule on the table and showed it to him.

Ron picked up Orlando's timetable and looked at Harry, as if he had seen a ghost.

"How did you do it?" they both asked in unison.

"We've already talked with Professor McGonagall. As for how we did it, we can't tell you because of the confidentiality agreement, unless you apply for twelve subjects like us, so you can know how we did it." Hermione Touching the pocket watch around their necks, this is what they rely on to cope with all the courses at the same time.

Early this morning, Professor McGonagall called them over, and after signing the non-disclosure agreement under the witness of Ministry of Magic officials, Professor McGonagall gave them a time-turner.

The only thing that made Orlando unhappy was that the Ministry of Magic only approved a time-turner, and Professor McGonagall gave it to Hermione for safekeeping. , also has the meaning of supervising him.

"Oh my God! Killing me would be better than letting me take three classes at the same time." Ron's words made Harry feel the same, and they looked at Hermione and Orlando with sympathy.

Just then, Hagrid walked into the hall, wearing a moleskin coat and his bushy beard, he looked like a big bear.

He seemed restless, waving a dead polecat absently with one large hand.The chicken head shook from side to side in his hand, and the flying feathers landed on Orlando's plate. Fortunately, he had already finished his breakfast at this time.

"You guys are going to have my first class today, just after lunch, don't forget, don't be late, and I got up at five o'clock, everything is done, I hope there is nothing wrong, I, on my first day as a teacher, to be honest..."

Orlando looked at Hagrid speechlessly, wondering why he was so nervous in class, he took out his wand, and whispered "Requiem, Requiem."

This is the God Requiem spell, which has a very good effect on calming emotions.

Hagrid calmed down quickly. After realizing that he had lost his composure, he quickly hid the dead polecat behind his back and apologized to everyone in a hurry.

Watching Hagrid's leaving back, Hermione looked worried.

"I don't know what he's preparing for?" There was a trace of anxiety in Ron's voice.

"Hope he doesn't mess up his first class," Harry said resignedly.

"There is such a process, so don't worry about Hagrid." Orlando is quite open-minded, "Sometimes the more you care, the more mistakes you will make. What Hagrid needs now is to calm down, maybe he will enter the state after a while gone."

"Today's first class is Divination." Hermione looked at the timetable. Since she knew that Orlando had applied for all the courses like her, she was very happy, and took the initiative to take on the task of homework planning and guidance. Orlando didn't need it at all. Worry about the class, just follow her.

It was a long way from the castle to the North Tower. Although Orlando had been in Hogwarts for two years, he was still not familiar with everything about the castle. For example, he had never been to the North Tower before.

"There must be a shortcut." Ron gasped. At this time they were climbing the eighth flight of stairs and came to an unfamiliar platform. There was nothing there except a large painting on the stone wall. Above is a grassland.

"Wait, Ron seems to be right," Orlando said, pointing to the painting in front of him, "Just ask, it won't waste your time."

In fact, this road is nothing to Orlando at all, it may not even count as a warm-up, but Hermione is a girl, especially she is still a little uncomfortable these days (girls always have a few days a month) ), considering Orlando's decisive opening suggestion.

While talking, a fat pony with dark gray markings suddenly appeared on the empty grassland. It jumped easily from the edge of the photo frame onto the grass and was grazing nonchalantly.

Orlando was used to Hogwarts drawings wandering around and visiting each other out of their frames, so he was sure this was the shortcut they were looking for.

"Take a break here," Orlando thoughtfully conjured up a chair for Hermione to sit on.

After a while, a stout knight in armor jumped in with a clattering clatter, apparently coming to look for his pony.Judging by the grass stains on his metal knees, it looked like he had just fallen off his horse.

"Aha," the chunky knight suddenly yelled, and he turned around to look at Orlando, Harry, and Ron, "It's you little brats again, dare to break into my private territory, you are challenging me I accept it, draw your sword, you rascals, you bastards!"

Suddenly being sprayed on the face by a portrait, Orlando couldn't laugh or cry. With his temperament, he couldn't make trouble with a portrait, so he stepped back decisively to give Harry and Ron the seat in front of him.

Orlando, who stood watching the play, was surprised to see the little knight draw his sword from its sheath, and began to swing it violently, jumping up and down in rage.

As a result, because the sword was too long, he swung it too violently, and accidentally lost his balance with one move, so he fell face down on the grass hard.

This funny scene made Orlando couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked kindly, and then took a step forward, getting closer to the painting.

"Go back, you dirty, nasty braggarts, get out of here, and don't defile my place."

The knight grabbed the sword and used it to prop himself up, but the sword was stuck deep in the grass, and although he tried his best to pull it out, he couldn't pull it out.Finally he had to sit down on the grass again with a "poof", push up the visor and wipe his sweaty face.

"Listen," Harry had already lost his patience, and they had to rush to class, so he hurriedly asked while the chunky knight was exhausted, "we're looking for the North Tower, do you know the shortcut is where?"

(End of this chapter)