I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 144 The Chaotic Classroom

It wasn't until Thursday morning that Malfoy finally showed up in Potions class. At this time, the students in Slytherin House and Gryffindor House were halfway through their classes. Malfoy pushed open the door of the classroom proudly with a bandage on. , as if a battle hero had returned.

Generally, for students who are late, no matter whether there is a special reason or not, it is inevitable to deduct points due to Snape's temper, but this time he did not. After confirming that Malfoy's injuries were not serious, he nodded and let him Returning to their seats, this aroused great dissatisfaction from Harry and Ron. You must know that they were the first in the whole year to deduct points in Potions class.

Orlando looked at Malfoy winking at Harry in a funny way not far away, and said with emotion in his heart: "It's really a pair of good friends who love each other and kill each other."

In this class, they made a new type of potion: shrinking solvent.Of course, this is for other students. For Orlando, this potion was already in his hands when he was in the first grade.

So he was the only one Snape allowed to do other experiments in his class.

Orlando was thinking about how to get a talisman with the same effect as the shrinking potion, which was neither limited to living nor dead objects, when an annoying voice disrupted his thoughts.

"Sir," Malfoy called, "Sir, I need someone to cut the roots of these daisies for me, because my arm..."

"Weasley, root for Malfoy," Snape said without looking up.

Ron was as red as a brick with rage.

"There's nothing wrong with your arm," he said to Malfoy angrily.

Malfoy smirked across the table.

"Weasley, you heard what Professor Snape said, cut the roots."

Ron grabbed the knife, pulled Malfoy's root in front of him, and began chopping roughly, in varying sizes. "Professor," Malfoy drawled, "Weasley's chopped up my roots, sir."

Snape approached them, looked at Ron scrutinizingly with his hooked nose, then smiled unpleasantly, and said, "Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley."

"But, sir..."

It took Ron a quarter of an hour to cut it out carefully, and the cuts were exactly the same size.

"Now." Snape said in his slightly dangerously low voice.

Ron had to push his own across the table to Malfoy, then picked up the knife again.

"Also, sir, I need someone to skin my figs," Malfoy said, with a malicious mirth in his voice.

"Potter, you can skin Malfoy's figs," said Snape, giving Harry the disgusted look he had always reserved for Harry.

Harry peeled the figs as fast as he could, and threw them across the table to Malfoy without saying a word, and Malfoy smiled even more smugly.

"Have you seen your mate Hagrid lately?" he asked them quietly.

"It's none of your business," said Ron quickly, without looking up.

"I'm afraid he won't be able to be a teacher again," said Malfoy, with feigned distress. "My dad wasn't happy that I got hurt..."

"Go on, Malfoy, I shouldn't have taken you to the school hospital in the first place." Ron growled in a low voice.

"He's complained to the school administrators, and to the Ministry of Magic. My dad is a man of influence, you know." He gave a mocking sigh. "If my arm never recovers, Who knows what will happen?"

"So you just pretend to be pitiful here," Harry trembled angrily, "and then try to get Hagrid fired?"

"Well," said Malfoy, lowering his voice to a whisper, "it's partly true, Potter. But there's something else, too, Weasley, cutting up the caterpillars for me."

Orlando, who was watching the play lively, was suddenly hit by a flying fig. He turned his head and saw Hermione, who was winking at him.

"I'll do it," Orlando walked over and took the caterpillar from Ron. "I'm idle anyway, so what else should I cut, Malfoy?"

The face of Malfoy, who was arrogant and complacent, changed in an instant, and he was no longer the arrogant look just now, and he was speechless in embarrassment.

Snape turned his head and gave him a surprised look. In his impression, Orlando had always been a very focused person who never paid attention to things other than studies. When did he start to care about such trivial matters.

"No, no, thank you."

"You're welcome, is it right for classmates to help each other?" Orlando nodded without showing his teeth, and after a while, the knives danced quickly between his fingers, and the materials on the table were "wiped". After everything was cut, Malfoy was sweating and drooling, fearing that Orlando would do the same to him.

"Are you in a good mood today?" Snape walked up to him and looked at the neat pile of materials, "The knife skills are still so good, there is no need to show off."

"Hey, look at what you said, do classmates need to help each other? It's not easy for me. Your "Potion Improvement" book has been written?" Nepe's favorite, although several attempts to poach him into Slytherin failed, but this did not affect the relationship between the two.

"How can it be so fast? The data I need for this improvement experiment must be verified. According to what you said, there must be quantitative indicators. This step alone will cost me a lot of time and energy. Do you want to come back and help me?" Snape looked at him.

"No, I have encountered a bottleneck in my practice and am experiencing life to improve my spiritual realm. You should not increase the workload for me. Besides, this potion improvement is the touchstone for you to advance to a magic potion master, so I don't want a share of it. "Orlando said with a smile.

"You just want to be lazy." Snape didn't say anything more, he smiled and shook his head, "Cultivation can be done slowly, the accumulation of magic power doesn't happen overnight, it will grow with age, you My teacher Nicole Flamel must have taught you, why am I talking about this.”

Malfoy was dumbfounded. It was the first time he had seen his dean treat students from other colleges so friendly. He couldn't believe it, thinking that he was hallucinating.

Harry and Ron on the side were sour and envious, they had never been treated like this in potions class.

While they were chatting, there was a "puff" explosion sound from a few tables away, and there was a puff of pungent smoke, and Snape's good mood disappeared instantly.

"Neville Longbottom, are you sure you brought your brain to class instead of throwing it in the toilet?" Snape yelled, looking at the cauldron with orange smoke in front of him.

Orlando noticed that the poor child Neville was about to collapse, his face turned pink, his body was trembling, his voice was crying, and he was on the verge of collapse.

To be honest, Orlando didn't agree with Snape's teaching method. He was only suitable for teaching geniuses. It can be seen from the polarized grades of the students he taught.

"Thank you," Malfoy said with difficulty, taking the knife in Orlando's hand with his good hand.

"You're welcome," Orlando, who came back to his senses, patted his bandaged arm, and said with a playful smile, "I think your hand is fine, why are you still wearing a bandage?"

"I, Madam Pomfrey, said that it's not complete yet." Malfoy said with embarrassment.

At this time, Neville had been reprimanded by Snape so much that he couldn't hold his head up, but when he learned that he was going to use his toad pet "Ryfe" to test the potion he made, he completely collapsed and burst into tears. flowed down.

It is impossible for Orlando to be a good person in everything. After all, this is the temper they had to go through when they were students, so he had to shrug under the expectant eyes of Harry and Ron, expressing that he was powerless.

(End of this chapter)