I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Looking at the empty classroom, Orlando scratched his head. Was it really too much? Otherwise, why would all the professors take a detour when they saw him? Orlando was also helpless, and he didn't want to be like this.

It seems that this way of gathering knowledge is no longer advisable in the future, so he has to work hard to learn on his own. Orlando left the castle with a frown on his face and went to his exclusive laboratory.

Cabri has been busy inside for a long time. House elves are easy to use, obedient and hard-working. He is not happy when there are fewer work arrangements. The more arrangements he has, the more important he feels to his master.

No, Orlando, who is accustomed to being lazy, immediately formulated a detailed experimental process after discovering such a useful helper, and then decomposed each link of refining the medicine. After the disassembly, the experiment became simple and boring, but it was No advanced knowledge of medicine refining is required. Capri only needs to fill in the form one by one with the pH value, temperature control degree, medicinal material component, chemical reaction time and other data during each step of the experiment.

Orlando pushed open the door and walked in. Cabri was sorting out data sheets and was extremely excited after seeing him.

"Master, all the data you asked for has been filled in, and it's all here." Capri held a stack of forms, which was as thick as a book.

"Really, Capri, that's great. You are the best house elf I have ever seen. I want to ask Principal Dumbledore for your credit." He took a thick stack of data sheets and read them again. Looking at Capri's bloodshot emerald green eyes, Orlando praised him heartily.

"Thank you, Master. The Master is the best Master Kabri has ever seen. Kabri likes the work arranged by the Master."

In the magical world, no wizard has ever arranged for a house elf to make potions, because in the eyes of most wizards, house elves are inferior creatures and are only qualified to do manual work, so Capri That's why I'm so happy that Orlando recognizes its work.

After casually flipping through the form, Orlando discovered that the dates listed on the form were already fifty days old, which meant that Capri had been working continuously for fifty days as required by his experiment.

Although I knew that recording the chemical reaction data of hundreds of medicinal materials in different acid-base environments, different temperatures, different weights, different sequences, etc. would be an extremely huge workload, I did not expect it to take such a long time.

Originally, he thought that everyone was on vacation during the Christmas holiday, and the house elves would naturally take a rest. Unexpectedly, Capri completed this work independently day after day without his presence.

Now Orlando only needs to sort out these complicated data and analyze the most reasonable formula to complete the quantitative production of the magic dispelling potion.

"Cabri, I'll give you a holiday and have a good rest." Orlando said unbearably.

"Master, doesn't he need me anymore?" After hearing this, Kabri was extremely frightened. Could it be that he had done something wrong?He shook his head anxiously and waved his hands helplessly, as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

Orlando quickly supported it and shouted sternly: "Cabri, I now order you to go back and rest for three days. You must sleep twelve hours a day. On the fourth day, you will report here and arrange your new tasks. Do you understand? ?”

When he heard about the new work arrangements, Kabri immediately stopped shaking his feet and stopped feeling dizzy. He stood up straight and said, "Master, I can work now. Kabri doesn't need to rest."

"This is an order. Principal Dumbledore assigned you to me. My words are orders and you must carry them out. Now, go back to bed immediately and see me here in three days."

"Yes, Master."

What a group of cute and pitiful creatures. In the future, if the ability allows, the treatment of house elves as a group should be improved, an idea suddenly came to Orlando's mind.

In the following days, after Orlando compiled the data, he asked Professor Snape to review the details together. The two worked in the laboratory for two days and one night, making dozens of attempts. After finally demonstrating the reliability of the data, Orlando immediately wrote an article The paper "On Dosed Production of Dispelling Potions" was sent to the journal "Magic Today".

At the same time, he also made a copy of this paper and sent it to Delise Derwent at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.

Having just finished mailing the letter from the Owl Room, Orlando was about to go back to the dormitory to wash himself. The cat had not been bathed in the laboratory for three days and was a little bit rancid.

"Orlando, where have you been? Professor McGonagall is looking for you everywhere." Hermione ran out of breath and shouted as soon as they met. "The professor said that you should go to the principal's office quickly. Harry and the others are also looking for you."

"Oops, no, I forgot today is Friday." Orlando slapped his forehead, wondering how he had forgotten such an important thing.

Not caring about going back to take a shower, Orlando trotted all the way to the principal's office.

At the door of the principal's office, Orlando bumped into Snape who came out in a hurry. Snape looked at him with a strange expression on his face, and patted his shoulder with envy and joy, "Come in quickly, be good." Performance." After saying that, he turned and left.

Monk Orlando Zhang Er was confused. He didn't care about anything else. Let's go and see the professor's expression. It shouldn't be a bad thing.

Dumbledore's principal's office was as bright and clean as ever. Orlando walked in quickly and was surprised to find that Dumbledore, who had always been very strict, was lying on the sofa with a water pipe in his hand and puffing away smoke. Sitting on his right was an old man with the same posture. The two of them were smoking and talking happily.

"Good afternoon, principal!"

"Oh, Orlando, you're here? Don't be formal, sit down and talk."

Orlando sat down on the three-legged pouf near the coffee table.

The old man on the side looked at Orlando with a scrutinizing gaze and said nothing for a long time. Only then did Orlando realize that he had arrived in a hurry. Not only did he look haggard, his hair was disheveled, but the clothes on his body also smelled strange.

"I'm sorry, old sir. I just came out of the laboratory and was in a hurry, so... please forgive me!" Orlando was a little shocked. He really forgot Professor McGonagall's instructions. I hope the old man doesn't Blame.

"It's okay, young man. Old man, I have lived for almost [-] years, and I no longer mind these vulgar etiquette." After saying that, the old man withdrew his gaze, leaned comfortably on the sofa, took a puff of cigarette, and stopped talking.

"Eight hundred years old? Oh my God," Orlando exclaimed. He suddenly understood who the old man in front of him was. He must be... 100% yes - Nicol Flamel, born in the 14th century. France, the greatest alchemist of our time.

Thinking of this, Orlando couldn't help but sit up straight. He was afraid that the smell on his body would be offensive, so he consciously moved his body to keep himself further away.

Dumbledore didn't speak or introduce himself from beginning to end. He was just like a guest, just smoking.

For a moment, the room became quiet, leaving only two old men puffing away their breath and a restless boy.

Behind the desk, on a tall gilded perch, stood an old bird, like a turkey with half of its feathers plucked. It was sleeping with its head buried in its wings, perhaps because the smell of hookah was too strong. , it woke up and let out a "clang" chirp. The sound became clearer and louder, flying around in the air. The smoke in the room dispersed under the fanning of its wings, and the wind blew out and turned the two old men gray. His beard and eyebrows fluttered in all directions, as if in protest. After doing this, he chirped a few times in triumph.

"Okay, Fawkes, it's rare that an old friend comes to see me, so why don't you let me enjoy it for a moment." Dumbledore said dotingly to the featherless turkey.

"Fox? Phoenix." Orlando thought in surprise, but no matter how he looked at it, this featherless turkey didn't look like it.

"It's almost time. The cycle of life must be faced by every living being!" Nico Flamel said with emotion.

Fawkes flew down and landed on Dumbledore's lap aggrievedly, rubbing his arm with his bald head, his eyes full of grievances.

Dumbledore put down the pipe and gun in his hand, stroked Fox's remaining feathers, and comforted him: "This is a process that every phoenix must go through, Fox, you have to be patient."

At this moment, Dumbledore was like an old father playing with his children and grandchildren, kind and kind.

Orlando looked at Fox curiously, and not only did the poem describing the phoenix in ancient Chinese literature come to mind - "The phoenix flies and sings in harmony." But it couldn't be connected with the featherless turkey in front of him.

Nicolas Flamel, who had been paying attention to Orlando, seemed to see his doubts and said with a smile: "Fox is a fire phoenix, also known as the Phoenix. He nirvana every 500 years and is reborn from the ashes. The cycle continues. It’s endless. Every nirvana is a new life. First, the skin is removed and then the body is burned. This process can be as short as one year or as long as five years. It is extremely painful. This is the price to pay for eternal life." Speaking of this, Nicol Flamel His tone became a little heavy, he stroked the ring on the ring finger of his left hand and fell into deep thought.

After working for a long time, Dumbledore finally coaxed Fox and fell into a deep sleep. "Orlando, can you do me a small favor? Even though the little guy is not big, he is not light. Please help me put it back. Okay. Is it?" Being criticized for being too heavy, Fawkes shook his body in protest, and Dumbledore hurriedly stroked it a few times to calm it down.

"Okay, principal." Orlando said nothing and took Fox over. Not to mention that this small body weighed no less than a hundred kilograms. It was a bit heavy for an old man, but for Orlando, this weight was not as heavy as A pair of chopsticks is no different.

Gently holding Fox in his arms, Orlando walked to the gilded perch and carefully put him back into his nest. Fox was very quiet throughout the process, making no noise or fuss, and continued to sleep.

Dumbledore and Nico Flamel looked at each other. The two old men exchanged glances, and then nodded without any trace.

The phoenix is ​​a miraculous magical creature. This creature has the same purpose as the unicorn. The unicorn can detect smells and detect good and bad; the phoenix can detect the soul and distinguish between loyalty and treachery.The unicorn cannot be touched by non-kind people, and the phoenix cannot be touched by non-kind people.

What Orlando didn't know was that he had experienced a test in these simple steps. Of course, he was not a treacherous person, so this test was nothing to him.

"As you get older, you will always forget. This is my old friend, Mr. Nico Flamel. I believe you are familiar with the famous contemporary alchemy technique." Dumbledore said while holding on to his messy beard. .

"Hello, Master." Orlando bowed respectfully, which was the respect due to the senior master.

"Master, you can't talk about it. Just call me Nick. My little friend, your quantitative theory of potion refining is so refreshing to me. The magic world has not seen a young person as amazing and talented as you for many years." Nico Le Mei looked at Orlando with unusually kind eyes, as if she were treating her junior, without any pretense.

"He is a genius. Not only has he just completed the dosing production experiment of the anti-magic potion, Snape has confirmed the authenticity of the experimental data. The paper has just been sent out. I think it will definitely cause a sensation in the Pharmacists Guild. Maybe our Hogwarts To give birth to the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin." Dumbledore couldn't help but show off in front of his old friends.

"Oh, can the dispelling potion be quantified?" If it were an ordinary low-level potion, Nico Flamel would not be so surprised, but he is clear about the complexity of refining the dispelling potion. A potion of this difficulty requires The realization of quantified production would subvert the history of potions, and it would be a major event that would benefit everyone.

"This is not all my fault, sir, but also Professor Snape's guidance and Cabri's help. Without them, I would not have been able to complete the experiment so quickly." Orlando said honestly.

Dumbledore laughed and said to Nico Flamel: "Old friend, how do you like this disciple I selected for you?"

"Very good, I'm very satisfied. He's young and smart. He has wisdom but is not complacent. He pursues power but knows how to be restrained. He's not greedy for vanity and has a bottom line. He's a good prospect."

"Then it's settled?"

"That's a deal."

The two laughed loudly.

Orlando was confused, but what was certain was that Principal Dumbledore was going to find him a teacher, and it was the famous alchemist in front of him - Nico Flamel.

"Why, you don't want to?"

"Yes, Professor, no, Mr. Principal."

Happiness came so quickly that Orlando didn't even react.During the first few days of school, in order to learn ancient magic texts, he made the school professors unbearable; now, he has a living fossil-like existence as his guide, and he no longer has to be looked down upon for asking questions. This is really a good time for someone to give me a pillow when I doze off.

Nico Flamel put down the pipe in his hand, took out a magic contract with a smile, and waved his magic wand. The contract flew into the air and showed streaks of golden light. Several lines of large characters were written on the white paper. It turned out that It is a master-disciple contract, which is a common method in the magic world and a proof of the same lineage. Only with this can it be justified.

Nico Flamel waved his wand quickly and quickly signed his name on the contract, and then motioned for Orlando to sign. Orlando followed Nico's example, waved his wand and signed his name; Dumbledore served as a witness. Also signed with his name.From then on, Orlando could claim to be the disciple of Nico Flamel, the greatest alchemist of our time.