I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 70 Compound Decoction
Harry and Ron looked at Hermione in shock. This was the first time they saw her take the initiative to hold a boy's hand. Ron opened his mouth incredulously, and Harry pretended that his glasses were spent and didn't look at anything. arrive.

"What's the matter with you, how did you become like this?" Hermione asked distressedly, regardless of embarrassment.

"It's a long story?" Orlando looked at Harry and Ron in embarrassment.

"Let's make a long story short." Hermione was very dissatisfied with his attitude, "You don't know how many times we have called you?"

"I didn't." Ron muttered.

"Did you talk?" Hermione shot him a hard look.

Ron shrank his neck and dared not speak, and Harry just wanted to laugh.

"Well, there was something wrong with the cultivation, and there was an accident after refining a pill, and it ended like this." Orlando said hastily, not wanting to get entangled in this issue.

"Cultivation? Alchemy?" Harry asked puzzled.

Hermione looked at him too, waiting for him to continue.

"Yes, you all know that I practice soul magic under the tutelage of Nicole Flamel, and soul magic involves the soul. Do you still remember that we attended the Deathday Dinner of Headless Nick not long ago?"

"I remember, I was impressed," Harry said hastily.

"Yes, inspired by the banquet, I tried to open the sea of ​​souls, but something went wrong and I almost died."

"Almost died?" Hermione's eyes widened in horror.

"Yes, the consciousness is trapped in the sea of ​​souls and cannot get out. If the teacher did not treat him in time, he would have almost died."

"My God, Orlando, what are you practicing? This is too dangerous." Ron, who came from a magical family, knew more or less. After all, Harry and Hermione had less experience, so they didn't know the truth risks of.

"What's going on, Ron?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"I'm not very clear about this. I also heard my father occasionally chatting about it. Some ancient magic families have their own unique magic inheritance. This inheritance requires extremely high qualifications and is extremely difficult to cultivate. My father once mentioned that there are What is the name of one, I forgot the name, I just remember that he turned himself into a stone when he was practicing, and was found dead decades later."

Hermione clenched her fists tightly and covered her mouth, "Orlando, is soul magic cultivation really so dangerous?"

"It's okay, it's not as exaggerated as Ron said."

"Can you not practice this?" Hermione asked with a begging face.

"I'm afraid it won't work." Orlando didn't know how to answer.

"Why not? There are so many students in Hogwarts, and no one is practicing soul magic." Hermione tried to convince Orlando.

"Hermione, this is the path I have chosen."

"Can't you just give up? Even... Even, it's for me." Hermione blushed and said this sentence.

Ron looked at Harry in shock, Harry's eyes lit up, he couldn't believe it, was this the same Hermione he knew?

This time it was Orlando's turn to blush. His originally red skin seemed to be congested with blood, and the bright red blood vessels inside could be seen through the skin.

"Don't embarrass me, Hermione, you must know that every great wizard must walk his own path in the end. I'm just walking in the front. When you become adults and the growth of magic power enters the bottleneck, you will also face this problem .”

Hermione looked at him blankly, disappointed and lonely.

"I'm going back to the dormitory first." Hermione put her homework into her schoolbag indiscriminately, and walked out of the common room with her back on her back.

"Okay, how did this happen?" Harry sighed.

Orlando also had a headache. He didn't expect to encounter this kind of problem as soon as he came back. He could feel Hermione's concern, but he was not mentally prepared for this kind of concern.

"Orlando, you are miserable." Ron made a helpless grimace.

"Okay, let's not talk about that, Harry, you left a letter saying heir of Slytherin, what's the matter?"

Harry and Ron hastened to tell Orlando of their latest discoveries and their speculations.

"You mean Malfoy is the heir of Slytherin?"

"Who else could it be? He is the only one who most wishes to drive Squibs and Muggle-borns out of Hogwarts." Ron emphasized through gritted teeth.

"I'm afraid you think highly of him, but he, I don't think he has this ability." Orlando said with certainty.

"Of course it was him." Seeing that Orlando didn't believe him, Ron emphasized again, "You heard him say: 'You're next, Mudblood' In fact, you only need to look at his ugly mouse face to know It's him."

Harry nodded vigorously at the side. Seeing that Orlando still didn't believe it, Harry added: "Look at their family, they are all in Slytherin. He often shows it off to people, they are probably Slytherin offspring. His father was wicked enough, don't you think, Orlando."

"They may have held the key to the Chamber of Secrets for centuries," said Ron. "From generation to generation, from father to son..."

"You are too imaginative, Harry, Ron." Orlando shook his head.

"Why don't you believe us?" Ron was anxious, and his voice became louder unconsciously, alarming the others.

"Keep your voice down, Ron." Harry hurriedly pretended to finish his homework and closed the book.

"Well, let's not talk about this first, do you have evidence?" Orlando asked.

"Hermione has an idea, we are going to ask for your help?" Harry glanced at Percy who was writing on the other side of the lounge, and whispered.

"What's the idea?"

"She said all we need to do is sneak into the Slytherin common room and ask Malfoy a few questions without him recognizing us," Ron said hastily.

"You want to borrow an invisibility talisman from me?"

"We have invisibility cloaks, no need," said Harry.

"We need you to make Polyjuice Potion for us, Orlando." Ron leaned over, said in a low voice, and looked around for fear of being overheard.

Orlando frowned. The preparation of the compound decoction was not a problem for him. He just thought that these little friends might be taking it for granted. In a few words, what problem can this solve?Forget it, just play with them.

"Have you got the ingredients, I mean, to make the Polyjuice Potion, the subject's hair, have you got it?"

"This." Ron hesitated, not knowing what to say.

"Not yet." Harry finished for him.

"Call me after you finish the materials."

"So you agree?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yes, I agree, and I wish you good luck."

With his promise, Harry and Ron burst into smiles.

At this time, Orlando was still having a headache about Hermione, and he couldn't get rid of the distraught look when she left, which was the first time in his life.Something had to be done, he thought, and he didn't want to regret it.

"You guys go ahead, I'm going back to the dormitory."

Back in the dormitory, Orlando thought about it, and finally decided to let Capri go.

(End of this chapter)