I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"Are you going to do it tonight?" Harry couldn't help but ask during dinner.

"Operation, there are many people during the day, and the professors are all there. The person behind the scenes does not dare to show his face. If he wants to commit another crime, he will definitely choose a night with fewer people, so starting from tonight, we are ordered to travel at night." Orlando said a wisecrack.

"There are many people here, so let's not discuss these things and hurry up and eat." Hermione has been reading books about basilisks all day long. This is the first time she has deserted in class in the two years since she enrolled.

At eight o'clock in the evening, there was no one else but the four of them at the door of the Gryffindor common room.

Orlando asked: "Did you send the communication bookmark to Dumbledore?"

"Sent it, Dumbledore promised me that I will provide support immediately after receiving the news." Hermione nodded.

"Harry, have you remembered your mission?" Orlando confirmed again in order to ensure that the action was flawless.

"I am responsible for detecting the whereabouts of the basilisk, reminding you as soon as possible and sending a distress letter to Dumbledore, and leaving as soon as possible while ensuring your own safety."

"Very well Harry, you have a heavy responsibility, and Dumbledore doesn't want you to take risks, so after you complete the warning mission, you must leave immediately to meet up with Hermione and Ron. You must make sure to spread the information. Before Dumbledore Before Lido arrives, I will try to delay as much time as possible to prevent the basilisk from escaping." Of course, there is another reason. Only by removing Harry can Orlando use magic without any restrictions.

"clear."

Harry nodded, put on the anti-direct periscope glasses, and then put on the invisibility cloak. Just in case, Orlando cast the Disillusionment Curse, the Deodorizing Curse, the Silencing Curse on him, and finally put a sticker on him. Invisibility charm.

Before leaving the house, Hermione suddenly rushed over and hugged Orlando. The uncontrollable worry and fear made her eyes become moist and red, and her hoarse voice was almost speechless, "You must be safe. return."

"Don't worry, just wait for us to come back." Orlando patted her shoulder and back to comfort her. "Ron, it's up to you Hermione."

"Do not worry."

Orlando walked slowly and leisurely. It seemed that there was no one else but him in the huge castle. Orlando was not in a hurry. He walked around like a student admiring the night view, looking everywhere without any nervousness at all.

Every quarter of an hour, Orlando would deliberately stop to rest. At this time, Harry, who was hiding in the dark, would send him a signal. Two clicks meant everything was normal, and three clicks meant there was something wrong.

He kept wandering at night until 11 o'clock in the evening, and everything was calm. During this period, he also met several groups of teachers looking for the night, but they all turned a blind eye to him. Apparently they had received Dumbledore's notice.

"Come on, Harry, let's go back."

The two returned to the Gryffindor common room one after another. Orlando removed the magic from Harry. Hermione and Ron were waiting for them at the door early.

"How's it going? Did you gain anything?" Seeing that they were back safely, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, it's calm. The person behind it is more cautious than I thought." Orlando took a sip of the milk tea handed over by Ron.

Harry sat down on the sofa and beat his calves. In order to follow Orlando's footsteps without making too much noise tonight, he was highly nervous and had walked with tight muscles in his legs for several hours. I feel unbearable pain in my leg muscles.

"Harry, is he okay?" Ron quickly got him a wet towel.

"Get some ice and apply it. It will heal faster." Orlando used his wand to conjure a piece of ice and handed it to Ron.

"Are we going to continue tomorrow?" Harry asked while applying ice.

"Go on, I don't believe he can keep his composure." Orlando became stubborn.

For three days in a row, Orlando took Harry around every night. They visited the castle all over, but still found nothing. Orlando realized that they might have missed something.

"Still haven't found it yet?"

In the Gryffindor common room, Ron was lying on the sofa and had fallen asleep. Hermione was sitting at the table, trying hard to support her head from falling on the table with her hands. They were exhausted from staying up late these days. .

"Go back and rest." Orlando shook his head at Hermione, "Let's go, you are exhausted too, I will take you back."

After sending Hermione back to the girls' dormitory, Orlando also returned to his own dormitory. He sat alone at the desk without lighting a lamp.

The plot had completely deviated from his understanding. Based on his observations over the past few days, Ginny didn't seem to be controlled by Voldemort at all, so the person being controlled was someone else.

But why did this person frame him?Orlando tapped on the table, looking through his past for clues.They hate themselves and have a grudge against themselves. Is it the St. Mungo family?

Orlando's heart moved, and then he shook his head and rejected it.After an unsuccessful assassination, the St. Mungo family and Dumbledore have reached an agreement not to take action at Hogwarts. This kind of big family generally will not go back on things they promise, otherwise they will completely become enemies of Dumbledore. , so the suspicion is not high.

"Haha, interesting." Orlando lit the candle, took out a pen and paper and wrote two letters, one to Dumbledore and one to Hermione. He was going to take a few days off.

Orlando snapped his fingers and said, "Cabri, help me deliver these two letters tomorrow morning, and remember not to let anyone else see them."

"Okay, master."

"I have to go back to the Hidden Cottage Manor. It may take a few days. After you deliver the letter, stay here and don't let anyone else come in."

After saying that, Orlando opened the mouth of the portable moving box and got in.

"Little master, why are you back so late? What happened?" Orlando's arrival alarmed Yuri.

"Don't disturb the teacher, Yuri. I have something to do when I come back. You don't need to worry. In addition, I need some medicinal materials. Here is the list. You can help me send it to the medicine garden. Let the mountain spirits prepare it and deliver it to me early tomorrow morning. "

Yuri took a piece of paper and went to prepare it without asking any questions.

Orlando came back this time to refine an elixir. This elixir is called Mortal Transformation and Blood Coagulation Elixir. It is an elixir used to cultivate magical beasts in the "Alchemy Chapter" of "The True Explanation of Alchemy".

You must know that the cultivation of monsters is different from that of humans. They rely more on the power of blood inheritance. Only through long years of continuous gathering of strength to temper the blood, and then through transformation again and again, can they finally return to their ancestors. From a monster to a spiritual beast, the Mortal Transformation and Blood Coagulation Pill that Orlando wants to refine can greatly shorten this process.

The basilisk can survive for thousands of years, and it is obviously a kind of monster. Orlando believes that as long as the basilisk smells the scent of the Mortal Transformation Blood Coagulating Pill, it will be impossible to resist this temptation.

After all the materials were ready, Orlando didn't waste any time and immediately adjusted himself to start making alchemy.

Nico Flamel came several times during this period. He was extremely dissatisfied with Orlando's reckless and adventurous behavior, until Orlando took out the ancient book Dumbledore gave him.

"Teacher, this book of Taoism is the reward Dumbledore asked me to give. Although I haven't understood the content yet, I have a hunch that it is very important to me."

Nico Flamel took the ancient book and flipped through a few pages, frowning and asked: "What kind of text is this?"

"Shiguwen is a script written in the pre-Qin Dynasty. It is named because it looks like a drum. It dates back more than 2200 years."

"Can you understand?"

"Understand a little, but give me some time, I think I can decipher it."

Nico Flamel returned the book to him without saying anything more.