I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 22 Apprenticeship to Nicole LeMay
Looking at the empty classroom, Orlando scratched his head. Is it really too much? Otherwise, why all the professors would detour when they saw him. Orlando was also very helpless, and he didn't want to do this either.

It seems that this way of gaining knowledge by plucking wool is not advisable in the future, so I have to study hard by myself. Orlando left the castle with a sad face and went to his exclusive laboratory.

Capri has been busy there for a long time. If you want to say that the house elves are easy to use, they are obedient and hardworking. He is not happy if there are fewer work arrangements. The more arrangements he has, the more he feels valued by the master.

No, Orlando, who is habitually lazy, immediately formulated a detailed experimental procedure after discovering such a useful helper, and then disassembled each refining link. After dismantling, the experiment became simple and boring, but It does not require a high level of medicine refining knowledge. Capri only needs to fill in the data such as PH value, temperature control degree, medicinal material content, and chemical reaction time during each link of the experiment in the form one by one.

Orlando pushed the door and entered, and Capri was sorting out the data sheet, and he was extremely excited after seeing him.

"Master, you've filled in all the data you want, and it's all here." Capri was holding a pile of forms, which were as thick as a book.

"Really, Capri, that's great. You're the best house elf I've ever seen. I'd like to thank Principal Dumbledore for your credit." Holding a thick stack of data sheets, he looked again. Looking at Capri's bloodshot emerald green eyes, Orlando praised him sincerely.

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

In the wizarding world, no wizard has ever arranged for a house-elf to refine potions, because in the eyes of most wizards, house-elves are inferior creatures who are only worthy of physical labor, so Capri That's why it's so happy that Orlando recognized its work.

Flipping through the form casually, Orlando found that the date of the form had already been scheduled for fifty days, which meant that Capri had worked continuously for fifty days according to his experimental requirements.

Although I knew that recording the chemical reaction data of hundreds of medicinal materials in different acid-base environments, different temperatures, different components, and different sequences, etc., would be a huge workload, but I didn't expect it to take so long.

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

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

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

"Does the master not need me anymore?" Hearing this, Capri was extremely panicked. Could it be that it did something wrong.He shook his head anxiously, swinging his hands helplessly, as if he was about to fall at any time.

Orlando hurriedly supported it, and said sharply: "Capri, I now order you to go back and rest for three days, sleep twelve hours a day, come here to report on the fourth day, and arrange a new task for you, do you understand? ?”

Hearing the new work arrangement, Capri immediately stood up straight without shaking his feet or dizziness, and said, "Master, I can work now, and Capri does not need to rest."

"This is an order. Principal Dumbledore assigned you to me. My word is an order. You must carry it out. Now, go back to sleep and see me in three days."

"Yes, Master."

What a group of lovely and pitiful creatures. If ability allows, in the future, to improve the treatment of this group of house elves, Orlando suddenly had such an idea in his mind.

In the next few days, after Orlando sorted out the data, he invited Professor Snape to discuss the details. The two spent two days and one night in the laboratory and made dozens of attempts. After finally demonstrating the reliability of the data, Orlando immediately wrote an article The paper "On the Quantitative Production of Magic Elixir" was sent to the journal "Magic Today".

At the same time, he also copied a copy of this paper and sent it to Dai Lisi Dewente of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

Just after posting the letter from the Owl House, Orlando was about to go back to the dormitory to wash up. The cat hadn't bathed in the laboratory for three days, and his body was a little rotten.

"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, let you go to the principal's office quickly, Harry and the others are also looking for you."

"Oh, no, I forgot that today is Friday." Orlando slapped his head, how could he forget such an important thing.

Regardless of 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 met Snape who came out in a hurry. Snape looked at him with a strange expression, and patted him on the shoulder with envy and joy, "Hurry up and go in. Show." After speaking, he turned and left.

Monk Zhang Er in Orlando couldn't figure it out, he didn't care about other things, let's go, seeing the professor's expression 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 hookah in his hand and was puffing. Sitting on his right was an old man with the same posture. The two were smoking and talking, very happy.

"Principal, good afternoon!"

"Oh, Orlando, you're here? Take it easy, sit down and talk."

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

The old man on the side looked at Orlando with scrutiny and did not speak for a long time. Only then did Orlando realize that he came in a hurry, not only with a haggard face, disheveled hair, but also a strange smell from the clothes on his body.

"I'm sorry, old sir. I just came out of the laboratory and came in a hurry, so please forgive me!" Orlando was a little surprised, really, he forgot Professor McGonagall's instructions, and hoped that the old man would not blame him.

"It's okay, young man. I've lived to be almost [-] years old, old man, so I don't mind these common customs." After speaking, the old man withdrew his eyes, leaned comfortably on the sofa, took a puff of his cigarette, and stopped talking.

"Eight hundred years old? My God", Orlando gasped. He suddenly understood who the old man in front of him was. He must be 100% right——Nicole Flamel, born in France in the 14th century, the greatest contemporary Alchemist.

Thinking of this, Orlando couldn't help sitting up straight, fearing that the smell on his body would be offensive, he consciously moved his body to keep himself far away.

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

For a while, the room became quiet, only two old men who were puffing, and a boy who was fidgeting were left.

Behind the desk, on a tall gilded perch, stands an old-fashioned bird, like a turkey that has been half-plucked. It used to bury its head in its wings to sleep, perhaps because the smell of hookah is too strong , let it wake up, and let out a chirping sound of "Qing Qiang", the sound became clearer and louder, and it flew around in the air. Its beard and eyebrows fluttered in all directions, as if in protest, and it even chirped a few times proudly after it finished.

"Okay, Fox, it's rare for an old friend to come to see me, so I can't let me enjoy it for a while." Dumbledore said dotingly to the shaved turkey.

"Fox? Phoenix." Orlando thought in surprise, but no matter how you look at it, this shedding turkey doesn't look like it.

"It's about time, the cycle of life, every creature has to face it!" Nicole Flamel said with emotion.

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

Dumbledore put down the smoking 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 is 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 prose emerge in his mind - "The phoenix flies, and sings and clangs." But he couldn't connect with the shedding turkey in front of him.

Nicole LeMay, who has been paying attention to Orlando, seems to have seen his doubts, and said with a smile: "Fox is a phoenix, also known as a phoenix, which is reborn every 500 years, and then reborn from the ashes. Endless. Every nirvana is a new life, first remove its fur and then burn its body, this process can be as short as a year or as long as five years, it is extremely painful, this is the price you have to pay for eternal life.” Said here, Nicole Flamel His tone became a little heavy, and he stroked the ring on his left ring finger, lost in thought.

After working for a long time, Dumbledore finally coaxed Fox and fell into a deep sleep, "Orlando, can you do me a little favor? Although the little guy is not big, but the weight is not light, help me put it back, okay Is it?" Being dismissed as too heavy, Fox shook his body in protest, and Dumbledore hurriedly stroked it a few times to calm it down.

"Okay, principal." Orlando took Fox without saying a word, not to mention that this small body weighs no less than a hundred catties, which is a bit heavy for an old man, but to Orlando, this weight is comparable to that of Fox. A pair of chopsticks is no different.

Gently hugging Fox in his arms, Orlando walked to the gilded perch, and carefully put him back in the nest. Fox was very quiet throughout the process, neither noisy nor disturbing, and continued to sleep soundly.

Dumbledore and Nicole Flamel looked at each other, and the two old men exchanged glances, then nodded without a trace.

The phoenix is ​​a kind of magical magical creature. This kind of creature has the same effect as the unicorn. The unicorn distinguishes smells and detects good and bad;The unicorn should not be touched by anyone who is not pure and kind, and the phoenix should not be touched by anyone who is not good.

What Orlando didn't know was that he had gone through a test during these simple steps. Of course, he was not a villainous person, so this test was nothing to him.

"As you get older, you will always forget. This is my old friend, Mr. Nicole Flamel, a famous contemporary alchemist. I believe you should be familiar with it." Dumbledore helped his messy beard and said. .

"Hello, master." Orlando saluted respectfully, which is the respect due to seniors.

"You can't talk about a master, so call me Nick. My little friend, your quantification theory of potion refining is refreshing to me. There hasn't been a junior like you in the magic world for many years." Nicole Le Mei looked at Orlando with unusually kind eyes, just like treating her own juniors, without any airs.

"He's a genius. Not only has he just completed the experiment on the quantitative production of demon-dispelling potions, Snape has confirmed the authenticity of the experimental data. The paper has just been published. I think it will definitely cause a sensation in the Apothecary Guild. Maybe our Hogwarts To be the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin." In front of his old friends, Dumbledore couldn't help showing off.

"Oh, can the demon-dispelling potions be produced quantitatively?" Nicole Flamel would not be so surprised if it was an ordinary low-level potion, but he is well aware of the complexity of refining the demon-dispelling potions. The realization of quantitative production would overturn the history of potions, and it would be a major event that would benefit everyone.

"It's not all due to me, sir. There are also Professor Snape's guidance and Capri's help. Without them, it would be impossible for me to complete the experiment so quickly." Orlando said honestly.

Dumbledore laughed and said to Nicole Flamel: "Old friend, how about the disciple I chose for you?"

"Very good, I am very satisfied. Young and smart, possessing wisdom but not complacent, pursuing power but knowing how to control; not greedy for vanity and able to have a bottom line, is a good seed."

"Then it's settled?"

"That's a deal."

The two laughed loudly.

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

"Why, you don't want to?"

"Yes, Professor, no, Mr. Headmaster."

Happiness came so fast that Orlando couldn't even react.During the first few days of school, he has disturbed the school professors in order to learn ancient runes; now, he has a living fossil-like existence as his guide, and he will no longer have to be looked down upon for asking questions. This is really dozing off and someone delivers a pillow - so timely.

Nicole Flamel put down the bong in his hand, took out a magic contract with a smile, and waved his magic wand. The contract flew up into the air, showing golden lights, and there were a few lines of large characters written on the white paper. It turned out that It is a master-student contract, which is a common method in the magic world, and it is also a proof of the same line, and it is justified with this.

Nicole Flamel swung his wand quickly, signed his name on the contract, and then motioned for Orlando to sign. Orlando imitated Nick, waved his wand and signed his name; Dumbledore was a witness Also signed his name.From then on, Orlando could claim to be the disciple of Nicole Flamel, the greatest alchemist of our time.

(End of this chapter)