I'm a priest at Hogwarts

The crowd was chattering around Orlando. Everyone wanted to know the truth of the matter. Many people were fighting for him. After all, if Harry could be elected as an exception, why not Orlando?

Orlando couldn't do anything about the enthusiasm of the melon-eaters. He had to emphasize over and over again that Harry was just a victim. This was not his original intention. Unfortunately, the effect was not very good. Most people were unwilling to believe that they had been Envy, jealousy and hatred went to his head.

Professor McGonagall came out to announce the end of the dinner, and then arranged for the prefects to take the students back.

"Orlando, come with me."

Orlando was about to leave, but was stopped by Professor McGonagall.

At this time, the crowd in the small conference room had dispersed. Dumbledore sat in front of the fire and meditated. The firelight reflected sparks on his lenses.

"Sit down, Orlando." He pointed to the stool in front of him. "Did you notice something?"

"The man who must not even mention his name is coming back." Orlando didn't hide anything and just dropped the news.Sure enough, after hearing this, Dumbledore sat up straight, and Professor McGonagall who came with him covered his mouth in shock.

"How do you know?" Dumbledore stared at him for a moment, as if he wanted to see through his inner thoughts. Unfortunately, for the soul magician, any Legilimency was useless against him.

"Ever since Harry said that the scar on his head had pain relief from time to time, and he often dreamed of some strange things, I guessed that this person whose name must not be mentioned might have come back. You know, there was a connection between Harry and his fingers. The accident led to a connection between the souls. In my opinion, this connection is like a two-way contract that requires specific conditions to be activated. This is my judgment. You can choose not to believe it."

Dumbledore said nothing and had been observing Orlando. He had actually known for a long time that Voldemort was not dead and that his return was only a matter of time. But what he never expected was that these words would come out of Orlando's mouth.

"Has the wound on your soul healed?" Dumbledore didn't know what he was thinking and suddenly changed the subject.

"It's ready, Professor."

"When you asked me for Phoenix essence and blood, I didn't give it to you. Did you resent me?"

"A little bit, but there is no resentment. After all, using Phoenix blood to cleanse my soul is not my only choice."

"Then do you still want Phoenix blood essence and blood now?"

"think."

"Your magical attainments are no less than those of any adult wizard, and your magic power growth is far from reaching a bottleneck. What made you choose to take the path of a blood wizard?" Dumbledore asked doubtfully.

"You are wrong, Professor. The Phoenix essence and blood are not for my own use, and I am not suitable to follow your path." Orlando looked at him without any dodge in his eyes.

"I understand, it's Miss Hermione Granger, right?"

"Yes, Professor, maybe you have noticed that Granger and I are both from Muggle families, and the person who cannot be named hates people like us the most. If he gains power, we will definitely attack and kill him. The target. I'm relatively good, and I have some ability to protect myself, but Hermione is not, so I'm eager to enhance his strength. I hope you can understand."

"You are a child with ideas. I have no words to describe your growth over the years other than to express my admiration. Fortunately, you have a good leader and you work very hard yourself. This is what Hogwarts has to offer." Professor, it is obvious to all. I believe what you said. I also agree to give you the Phoenix essence and blood, but I have a prerequisite. I need you to help me find this mole and ensure Harry's safety. If you agree if."

"I agree, Professor, I will do it even if you don't mention this condition. After all, Harry and I are friends, and I can't just ignore him."

"Thank you, my child. If anything happens, please inform me as soon as possible and don't act rashly. Although I am very confident in your strength, you are still young after all. Many times, strength cannot solve all problems, so I hope you Be able to think before you act.”

"I understand, Professor, I will observe secretly, and I will notify you as soon as I find anything."

"And I, Orlando, as the Head of Gryffindor, I have the unshirkable responsibility, so if there is any danger, please notify me as soon as possible." Although Professor McGonagall was shocked, he never shirked his responsibility.

"Okay professor, if there is nothing else, I will go back first."

Returning to the Room of Requirement, Harry and others had been waiting there for a long time.

"What does Dumbledore want from you?" Hermione asked impatiently. Harry and Ron were a little awkward. They didn't speak, but just looked at him with wide eyes.

"Harry, you may have been caught up in a conspiracy. Dumbledore wants me to find out the mole and ensure your safety."

"What? Isn't it true that Harry secretly put his name in?" Ron was having trouble with Harry just because of this matter.

"I've told you a hundred times, why don't you believe me?" Harry roared.

"I..." Ron blushed. He was really angry just now. Harry didn't take him with him to show his face like this. This made him feel very unhappy. He felt that Harry didn't regard him as a friend, so He was so embarrassed after hearing what Orlando said, "I'm sorry, Harry."

"Okay, now is not the time to argue." Hermione said decisively, "Listen to what Orlando has to say."

"Harry, if the scar on your head hurts again, Dumbledore hopes you can go to him as soon as possible."

"Why, what does this scar of mine have to do with anything?"

Orlando looked at them and hesitated for a moment before finally speaking:

"The person who cannot be named is back. He died because of you, and he will definitely live because of you. The scar is the link between you and him. Do you understand what I say?"

Ron's eyes widened, and he looked at Orlando in disbelief, as if he were looking at a madman.

Harry looked confused. He understood every word of Orlando's words, but he didn't understand them all together.

"You're kidding, right, Orlando?" Ron couldn't speak clearly.

"I'm not kidding, and Dumbledore has been prepared for it."

"Could it be that Mu...he is from the Dark Lord?" Hermione suddenly reacted.

"It must be, otherwise I can't figure out why he took such a big risk."

"What are you talking about? Who is he?" Harry asked in confusion.

"I can't tell you yet," Hermione hesitated, but finally chose not to say anything. "We are just guessing, there is no evidence."

"Who is it? Why can't you tell us? Do you still consider us friends?" Ron was unhappy.

Hermione looked at Orlando in embarrassment, until he nodded in agreement before she said: "It's Moody, we suspect he is a fake."

"This is impossible. In the small conference room today, Moody has been defending me." Harry denied it.

"Don't you think that all his defense is based on making you this warrior? Why is he so keen on letting you compete? Have you ever thought about this question?"

"He..." Harry wanted to say that he was a good person, but as he spoke, he felt that Orlando was right.

"I've been paying attention to him for a long time. He has been carrying a bottle of water with him since the school dinner. What makes a person only drink the water he brings."

"That's because he often encountered assassinations. My dad said it was a sign of neurosis." Ron felt that Orlando was a bit far-fetched.

"Then you're sure that's not Polyjuice Potion in the bottle?"

"Are you saying that Moody's bag was really stolen, and that the one who always takes the bottle is an impostor?"

"You're not stupid, Harry. That's what I suspected. Although there is no evidence, my intuition tells me that there is something wrong with him."

In fact, there is no intuition, but if you want to cover up your own secrets, how else can you say that you are a prophet and have the ability to foresee?I guess no one would believe it.