I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 137 The villain still needs the villain to grind

"Shortcut?" The chunky knight suddenly stopped being angry. He sat up and said with a weird smile: "Come on, silly boys, let's go on foot, go, go." The sword, unfortunately, failed, and then he tried to mount the fat pony, but failed.

"Hurry up, we have a shortcut." Ron suddenly cheered up.

"Don't be stupid, this guy is obviously trying to fool us. If I'm guessing right, the shortcut is behind this painting." Orlando pointed to the painting in front of him and said angrily.

"Wait, let me come. We played tricks for a long time and didn't even give directions. This is a habitual problem, and this problem needs to be cured." After finishing speaking, Orlando pinched his fingers, and then pointed at the sky, "Void Thunderbolt , shoot!"

A white light shot out from Orlando's fingers, as if a light had been turned on to shine on the mural. The knight who was trying to conquer the pony was illuminated by the light, and the man and the horse instantly separated from the canvas, just like The fish in the rivers, seas and lakes can't help themselves.

"You bastard, bastard, put me down quickly, and fight me for [-] rounds if you have the guts. A sneak attack from behind is not considered a hero. Put me down quickly."

The short and fat knight with a dead duck mouth kept cursing, which completely annoyed Orlando. He saw that his command changed, his fingers kept shaking, and the photoelectric light like a lighting lamp followed, and was captured Among them, the chunky knight suffered a disaster, and took a 360-degree roller coaster with no dead ends for free, which was so sour.

"Are you still stubborn?" At this time, the chunky knight was already foaming at the mouth, and the clumsy short-legged horse kicked on all fours.

"I don't... I don't know as much as a kid." The chunky knight who had suffered so much couldn't stand up anymore, and was thrown back into the frame by Orlando with a flick of his hand.

"Don't think about running away, I have plenty of means to find you out, and quickly open the door behind you."

The chunky knight who suffered a great loss was even blocked by Orlando, so he had no choice but to obediently remove the portrait, revealing the doorway behind him.

This is a narrow spiral staircase that leads directly to the top floor. It takes a lot less time to go up the North Tower from here.

Harry and Ron were stunned by Orlando's series of tricks. Merlin is a flowery underpants, how can it be like this?Only Hermione covered her mouth and kept laughing, she was already used to it.

"Let's go, Harry, you and Ron go first." Orlando patted them and pointed to the entrance of the cave.

A group of people slowly walked up the spiral staircase. After climbing the last few steps, a wall appeared in front of them. Ron pushed it carefully, and there was a secret door. After pushing the door, they walked out. to a small platform.Ron pushed Harry, then pointed to the ceiling, where there was a circular trapdoor with a bronze plaque on it that read: Sybill Trelawney, Teacher of Divination.

"This is our divination classroom?" Hermione squeezed forward curiously.

"Orlando, do you know how to get in?" Harry asked with some uncertainty.

Before he could answer, the trapdoor flew open, and a silver ladder lay before them.

"It seems that it opens without asking me."

Regarding divination, Orlando was more curious than eager to learn, because he knew that divination was the most ingenious thing.

You must know that in the history of ancient Chinese civilization, there have been some masters of divination. They have known 500 years before and [-] years later.

Although most are charlatans, it is undeniable that some are genuine.Among them, the most famous is Yuan Tiangang's master and apprentice in the Tang Dynasty. Their back-tweeting pictures have been circulated for more than 1000 years and are still an unsolved mystery.

Harry walked in first, followed by Ron, followed by Orlando, and what greeted his eyes was a strange classroom that he had never seen before.

In fact, in Orlando's perception, this is not a classroom at all, but more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.There are at least twenty small round tables crammed into the not-so-spacious classroom. Each table is covered with calico printed with Indian patterns, and there are armchairs and small bulging cushions beside the table.

The curtains throughout the classroom were drawn, many of the lamps were covered with crimson shades, and everything was illuminated by a dull scarlet light, both eerie and eerie.

The classroom was suffocatingly warm, the fireplace was packed full of wood, and a large copper kettle was burning on the fire, so that the flames gave off a dull, cloying aroma.

The round walls are surrounded by shelves filled with dusty feathers, candle heads, worn playing cards, countless silver crystal balls, and a slew of tea utensils.

"Is this where we have classes?" Hermione asked in disbelief.

"I think so." At this time, the students in the class rushed over one after another, and everyone who came in exclaimed.

"I have a bad feeling," Hermione said suddenly.

"What premonition?" Orlando didn't know why, and said jokingly: "What? You've already entered the state before the class started."

"I mean I have a bad feeling about this class." Hermione slapped him reproachfully.

"Let's find a place to sit quickly." Ron suggested, as more and more people came in.

After sitting down, Orlando looked with interest at the dark corner behind the fireplace, where a pair of bright eyes were hiding in the dark and observing them.

"What are you looking at?" Hermione on the side quickly noticed his abnormality.

Orlando pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "Our professor is hiding in the dark and watching us quietly."

Hermione didn't have Orlando's keen soul insight. She looked around for a long time and couldn't find where the person was.

"Don't look for it, it will make you look special, and she will come out when the class time comes." Orlando patted Hermione's hand and said in a low voice.

Sure enough, when the punctual clock struck the tower, a voice suddenly came from the shadows. "Welcome," said the voice. "It's good to see you in the visible world at last." It was one of those soft, indistinct voices.

"Damn it," Hermione said with goosebumps all over her body. "Why would she talk like that?" She asked very puzzled.

"It's interesting. Is this a psychologically intimidating environment created by combining sound and light with soul magic?" Orlando asked without answering.

"What? Soul magic, you mean Professor Trelawney?"

"Yes, although it's not very powerful, I can feel a kind of soul magic similar to hypnosis." Just as Orlando was about to continue talking, Trelawney came out from the shadows and appeared in the firelight The place.

Orlando noticed that this was a very thin middle-aged woman, her eyes were magnified several times by her big glasses, a thin, transparent and sparkling shawl was draped over her shoulders, and countless necklaces and beads, and bracelets and rings on both arms and hands.

(End of this chapter)