I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 74
"What happened to Ron?" Orlando asked strangely.

"Leave him alone, they're both bad guys, I bet you, Ron won't be happy after losing money." Hermione said while helping Orlando pack his things.

Harry scratched his disheveled hair, he still had a Galleon in his hand, and said embarrassedly: "I just agreed casually, I wanted to lose some money to him, but—"

Orlando shook his head, expressing that he was speechless. What are these things?Forget it, I'm too lazy to care.

"Go eat, I'm hungry." Looking at the time, it was almost time for dinner, Orlando suggested.

Although today's soul training seems simple, it actually consumes a lot of energy. This is also because Orlando used this training method for the first time, and he still couldn't send and receive it like his heart, which caused the soul power to overflow and consume a lot of it in vain.

"Come on, Harry," said Hermione.

"What about Gallen?"

"Take it, next time you play wizard chess with Ron, you will lose to him." Hermione followed Orlando to make an idea.

"This is a good way." Harry put Gallon in his pocket, screwed on his schoolbag and hurriedly followed.

There was no class in the afternoon, and Orlando originally wanted to find a quiet place to practice soul magic alone, but Hermione proposed to go to the library. Neither Harry nor Ron objected. They were very interested in the history of Hogwarts that Orlando told , I also want to take this opportunity to find a few books to read, and check whether the secret room exists by the way.

"Well, you'd better not quarrel with me." Facing Hermione's expectant eyes, Orlando compromised.

"We promise to read quietly and not disturb you, right, Harry, Ron?" Hermione agreed without the consent of Harry and Ron.

"Hmm—" Harry faltered.

"Um, that's right." Ron didn't dare to object, and hurriedly replied.

A group of people turned around the escalator and walked through the corridor. Orlando was a frequent visitor in the library. Mrs. Pince, the librarian, liked this learned and talented student very much.

"Orlando? I haven't seen you for a while. I thought you had read all the books in the library." She joked.

"Mrs. Pince, good afternoon! I didn't come here recently because something happened. Now that the matter has been resolved, I will bother you again." Orlando replied politely.

"The mouth is still so sweet, go in, just register with me if you want to see anything." Mrs. Pince said, waving a feather duster.

"Orlando, are you familiar with Mrs. Pince?" Hermione walked into the library, looked back at Mrs. Pince and asked in a low voice.

"I can't say I'm very familiar with her. I just did her a small favor."

"What kind of favor?" Harry asked.

"Didn't you realize that Mrs. Pince's biggest workload every day is to dust the books?"

"Really?" Ron asked puzzled, "I thought it was to prevent thieves."

Harry nodded in response, "Every time she looks at me, it's like she's looking at a thief."

"I just said why every time I see her, she always holds a feather duster in her hand." Hermione suddenly realized, "Why don't you use the dust removal spell?"

"Many books in the library are inherently magical. Such books are exclusive to spells, and the dust-dispelling spell cannot work on them, so manual work is required."

"After all this talk, how did you help?" Ron was extremely dissatisfied with Orlando's trickery.

"Magic is not good, but spells are fine." Orlando took out a piece of yellow paper, shook it twice and said, "Put it on the bookshelf, and it will be able to isolate all dust, and it will not need to be cleaned for a month."

"It's so easy to use, so it can be sold for a lot of money." Ron snatched it from Orlando, and said with bright eyes.

"Do you think I'm someone short of money?" Orlando rolled his eyes.

"I'm short, Orlando, why don't we discuss it, you..." Ron's flattering smile made Orlando's skin pimples.

"Don't talk about it." Before Ron could finish speaking, Orlando resolutely refused, "I don't have time for these things."

"You can teach me, I have plenty of time, I'll do it." Ron said without discouragement.

"You? Are you sure you can do it?" Without the cultivation base of the Qi refining period, even if you draw a spell, it is useless.

"I can do it, you have to trust me." Ron was in a frenzy at this moment, and piles of Galleons were shining in his brain.

Being entangled by this young boy, Orlando had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

He drew a talisman of the Dust Removing Curse at random, and prepared for Ron to copy it, but Harry and Hermione also got involved, and they seemed to have forgotten their original purpose.

Seeing their high spirits, Orlando didn't want to pour cold water on them, so he just let them go, as long as they didn't disturb his practice.

Orlando was sitting alone on a square wooden table. There were several stacks of books on the table in front of him. A metal figure was struggling to walk through it. This was the difficulty Orlando added to the training.

On the other side, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were concentrating on imitating the Dust Elimination Curse. They tried their best to remember the movements and positions of these strange lines, trying to make the lines more rounded, but these ideas often backfired. The things that came out, no matter how different they were compared, they tore them apart without Orlando judging them.

Another failure in copying, Ron wanted to argue with Orlando in a panic, but Hermione grabbed her. She glared at Ron and said in a low voice, "Do you want to be thrown out by Orlando? We don't."

Thinking about what would happen if he angered Orlando, Ron sat down on the chair in frustration, staring at the front with blank eyes, and didn't speak for a long time.

Harry couldn't bear him like this, and comforted him: "Ron, don't be impatient and take your time. Look at what I drew, isn't it getting more and more similar?"

What was meant to comfort Ron turned out to be counterproductive. Ron was even more frustrated when he looked at his own drawing compared to Harry's.

"Am I really not talented at all?"

"Uh, I think hard work is more important than talent." Hermione said plausibly, because the talismans she drew were not much better than Ron's.

"No more drawing." Ron threw the pen away, and he decided to give up.

The ink-stained quill was thrown on the table, and the ink splashed out. The splashed ink drew an arc in the air and was about to fall on the metal figurine.

At this critical moment, the metal villain did a backflip to escape the attack of the ink, and then made a run-up over the ink-stained tabletop. Ron was dumbfounded by this series of movements like water.

"It's amazing." Harry said with emotion. In less than a day, Orlando was able to control the metal villain so proficiently. Although he didn't quite understand the mystery of it, it didn't mean he didn't understand it. Intermediate difficulty.

"Yeah, we don't understand the world of geniuses." Hermione was slightly depressed when she said this.

"Hey, you've given up on both, right?" Ron's frustration came and went quickly, and he quickly adjusted his mood and teased.

Harry looked at his own drawing, and then at Hermione's, and couldn't help but feel a little proud. He, who had been suppressed by Hermione in his studies, finally had a chance to be outdone. things.

"I won't give up. Leave this template here for now." Hermione couldn't help but put it in her schoolbag after picking up the dust-dispelling charm talisman template.

(End of this chapter)