I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Picking up the parchment on the table, Orlando read it quickly and saw that it read:

Danger is before you, safety is behind; there are two among us who can help you, drink them up, one will lead you forward, the other will return you to where you came from.Two contained nettle wine, and three were killers, waiting in line.Take your pick, unless you want to be stuck here forever.

We also provide four clues to help you choose: first, no matter how cunningly the poisons hide, they are actually standing to the left of the nettle wine; second, the contents of the bottles at the left and right ends are different. If you want to move forward, they will not It is useful to you; third, you will find that the sizes of the bottles are different, and there is no death hidden in the giants and dwarfs; fourth, the second one on the left and the second one on the right, although they look different, they taste the same.

Putting down the parchment, Orlando thought for a moment and understood the answer to this verbal logical reasoning question. This was simply too childish for him who had obtained double doctorates.But for the vast majority of wizards, such simple logical reasoning can often trap many people.

Without any hesitation, Orlando directly picked up the smallest glass bottle and drank it in one gulp. Then the black flame and the purple flame were extinguished at the same time. It seemed that this level had a quantity limit or the magic power was exhausted. After Orlando drank the potion, The flames were all extinguished.

"Hey, Hermione, why are you here?" The purple flame extinguished revealed a frozen Hermione. At this time, she was so cold that she could not speak.

Orlando hurriedly took out a Yiyang Pill and stuffed it into Hermione's mouth.This is an elixir he refined using Yiyang grass. It is an extremely yang elixir, and it is the best for dispelling cold and dampness.

"O...Orlando, Harry..."

"I understand, Hermione, you don't need to say anything. You take the time to recover your strength here and leave the rest to me."

"Hmm...well, be careful, Orlando."

Orlando nodded, then strode in, passed through the door and entered another room. It seemed empty and there was nothing there. Orlando strode in without stopping.

Not long after, he heard an eerie voice coming from a distance.Orlando put an invisibility charm on himself and cast a golden light spell on himself just in case. Then he held his breath and carefully looked inside.

Harry was seen lying on the ground with vine-like ropes tied around his body. In his hand was a Mirror of Erised as tall as a person. It was obvious that he arrived just in time and Voldemort did not succeed.

At this time, Voldemort, no, to be precise, it was Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort. He looked like a two-faced monster. On the back of Quirrell's head, there was a flat white face covered with chalk dust. This was the face. It was making an eerie sound.

"Look what I have become!" said the face, "only shadow and vapor are left... I can only have form when I share a body with others... But there are always some people who are willing to let me Into their hearts and minds... Unicorn blood has given me some strength back over the past few weeks... If it weren't for that brat, what's his name? Orlando, yes, even him, I wouldn't Injury upon injury... Once I get the elixir of life, I will be able to recreate my own body... By then, I will be the first to kill him, and you... oh Haha...Okay...why don't you give me the magic stone in your pocket?"

After being injured again, Voldemort seemed to become even more cruel. He no longer had any patience to continue. He raised his wand as if he wanted to cast a spell on Harry. This deviated from the plot. Orlando didn't Determining what changes would happen if this curse continued, he had no choice but to jump out.

"Voldemort, I miss you so much after not seeing you for a long time!" Orlando said, his slightly teasing voice causing Voldemort to go berserk, and an Avada Kedavra was directed towards him.

Avada's Kedavra was very fast. Fortunately, Orlando was well prepared. He performed a hand spell and recited the mantra "Inside and outside the three realms, only the Tao is supreme. There is golden light in my body, which reflects my body."

A golden light spread from the center of the eyebrows, instantly covering the whole body. Avada Kedavra was instantly annihilated and disappeared without a trace after touching the golden light.

"What kind of magic is this?" The black magic that has always been invincible unexpectedly failed again. If it was because of soul magic the first time, he would still understand it, but this time the magic spell performed by Orlando was completely beyond his expectation.

"The Taoist spell, the Golden Light Spell, is specifically designed to restrain evil spirits like you. It's disrespectful to come and go without reciprocating, so you should accept my move."

Orlando doesn't talk nonsense. It's not his style to just take a beating without fighting back. To deal with a master of apparation like Voldemort, his attacks must be fast, ruthless, and accurate.

A thunderbolt shot out of his hand and headed straight for Voldemort. This was the most powerful single-target attack magic mastered by Orlando, but for a master like Voldemort, it seemed to be a bit weak.

Voldemort dodged and disappeared ten meters away. He seemed to be extremely wary of Orlando's magic after suffering a loss once. After all, thunder and lightning has soul damage properties, which is more deterrent to a remnant soul like him. .

Taking this opportunity, Orlando pulled Harry and jumped out.

"Orlando, you're here." Harry shouted in surprise, "The Philosopher's Stone is..."

"Now is not the time to talk, Harry." Orlando interrupted Harry and asked carefully, "Do you still have the talisman I gave you?"

"Here I am."

"Be prepared, just in case."

As soon as he spoke, the experienced Voldemort immediately changed his tactics. He waved his wand and used sand and rocks to build a stone wall to resist Orlando's lightning magic. Then he transformed many stone giants one after another from the stone. Jump out of the wall.

It seemed that Voldemort wanted to use the human wave tactic to deal with him, "Harry, stay away, don't get hurt."

Orlando took out his mace and rushed over. In terms of magical attainments, he might not be as good as Voldemort, but in terms of physical combat power, none of the ten Voldemorts could compare to him.

Orlando, who was wielding a big stick, turned into a road sweeper at this moment. No matter how hard the stone giant was, it would only turn into powder in front of him. As fast as Voldemort created it, Orlando destroyed it just as quickly. The stone giant was smashed into pieces. It lost its magic power in mid-air and turned into fragments flying all over the sky, like a rainstorm of stones. At this moment, the power of the physical refining technique was demonstrated.

Harry, who was hiding in the distance, watched with excitement and excitement, while Voldemort on the other side felt depressed. This was the first time in his life that he had seen such a fight. It was really a long time in his life.

After mastering the physical refining technique, Orlando was physically invincible and had endless strength. However, Voldemort, who was possessed by his residual soul, was different. Every time he consumed a piece of magic power, his soul became weaker, so he couldn't afford it.

Orlando saw this clearly and charged with great force at the risk of his own life, smashing all the stone giants in one fell swoop.

"Boy, you pissed me off." Voldemort, who relied on unicorn blood to survive, was violently beaten at this moment. Regardless of the consumption of soul power, he forcibly summoned a fierce fire, and the black flame covered his whole body, and then only Hearing a shrill scream in the flames, it was Professor Quirrell.

It turned out that Voldemort drained the magic power from Quirrell's body. In order to make the fire more powerful, he even took out Quirrell's soul without sparing it. Professor Quirrell, who was burned by the fire, only let out a scream. Screaming, it was wiped out in ashes, and the dead could no longer die.

After a moment, the black flames transformed into a skull face, which could vaguely be seen as Voldemort's. "Boy, I will make you die without a burial place today." A roar came from the skull's mouth.

Orlando's powerful soul perception told him that the power of this fierce fire was far beyond what a young Taoist priest in his Qi training stage could withstand. If he was hit from the front, he would most likely be knocked out of his wits and follow in the footsteps of Professor Quirrell.

He took out a bell. This was the life-saving equipment prepared for him by teacher Nicol Flamel. Orlando had several pieces of this equipment, but these were treasures. They were rare among Nicolés Flamel's alchemy items. He had to use one less thing, which made him feel a little pain.

When he was debating whether to use it, a huge phoenix figure fell from the sky at an extremely fast speed and stood in front of Orlando. It chirped twice, and the fierce fire attacking Orlando was blown away by the sound waves, revealing Voldemort's soul.The remaining fierce fire spread out and burned into a large area in an instant. Harry, who was not far away, happened to be within the affected range. Phoenix ignored the injured Voldemort and jumped in front of Harry and took a deep breath, and the remaining fierce fire was sucked in. into his mouth, but at this time Voldemort was nowhere to be seen.

After dealing with the remaining Li Huo, the huge phoenix shook and turned into Dumbledore.

Although it was expected that Dumbledore would take the path of practicing magic with the attributes of magical animals, he did not expect that the bloodline he merged with would be that of a magical animal as powerful as the Phoenix.

"Harry, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Professor...no...Headmaster." Harry was so shocked by this fierce battle that he could not speak clearly.It turns out that magic can still be used in this way, and the battle between wizards can be so brutal. This is something he never dared to think about before.

"My child, you are very good and brave, just like your father." Dumbledore treated Harry with the same gentleness and kindness as always.

Orlando pouted at the side, this is really the treatment of a savior.

"By the way, Professor, the Philosopher's Stone." Harry took out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket and handed it to Dumbledore.

After Dumbledore took it, he turned around and gave it to Orlando, "Now it can be returned to its original owner, take it."

Orlando was not polite, he took the magic stone and started playing with it directly. With this thing, his own magic converter finally had an unlimited source of power. Such a breakthrough in Qi training was just around the corner.

"Orlando, how did the Philosopher's Stone become yours?" Harry was confused.

"Do you know who gave the Philosopher's Stone to the principal?"

"Yes, it's Nico Flamel."

"Then do you know who my teacher is?"

"Yes, it's Nico Flamel."

Orlando rolled his eyes, "Then you still ask."

Harry scratched his head sheepishly.

"Professor, is Voldemort dead?" Harry turned to ask Dumbledore.

"No, let him run away. He is really a cunning guy." Dumbledore said regretfully.

Orlando wanted to complain. He had such a good opportunity just now. If he worked harder, he would have to let this remnant soul die. Although Voldemort still has other Horcruxes, it is impossible for him to die unless the Horcruxes are destroyed, but he can be destroyed. His remnant soul was also a huge blow to his strength.

"Professor, have you met Ron and Hermione?" Harry then remembered that there were two other friends in the secret passage.

"They are all fine. Our Orlando saved them in time. Are there any questions?"

"By the way, Professor, there is one last question..."

"Is it the last one?"

"How did I get the Philosopher's Stone out of the Magic Mirror?"

"Ah, I'm glad you're finally asking me about it. It's one of my tricks, and it involves the understanding between you and me, which is remarkable. You know, the only one who hopes to find the Philosopher's Stone— Only those who find it but don't use it can get it; others can only see in the mirror that they are fishing for gold and making a fortune, or drinking the elixir to extend their lives. What a good brain I have Even, sometimes I am surprised myself... Okay, I have asked enough questions. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's go back to school first. Hold on to me and don't let go, otherwise you will Maybe it would be bad if I left half of my body here."

Orlando and Harry are both under 16 years old, so they have not yet touched Apparition, so if they want to hitch a ride, they have to hold on to Dumbledore's arm.

After a moment of dizziness, Orlando felt as if he had been pulled out of the toilet. He was so uncomfortable that he just wanted to vomit.He secretly swore that he would learn to apparate this holiday, and never wanted to take another person's ride. This feeling was too uncomfortable.

Harry was not much better. After retching for a while, he realized that several people had returned to Hogwarts.

"Okay, kids, I think you need a good night's sleep now. Madam Pomfrey has prepared bunks for you. I'm sure Ron and Hermione will be very happy to see you."

"Professor, I don't need to. I'd better go back to my dormitory to sleep. In addition, I have another request. I hope that the principal will not mention me when he mentions this matter to the outside world."

"Why? Orlando." Harry was unhappy. He felt that if it weren't for Orlando today, he might have died.

"Because I've been in too much limelight, Harry, I need to keep a low profile. Besides, I don't want others to know that I have the Philosopher's Stone in my hand. You don't want me to live in trepidation for the rest of my life, right? Then do it for me. How about keeping this a secret?"

Harry was confused, he couldn't figure out why he had to keep a low profile, but he agreed anyway.

"Harry, Orlando is right. A common man is not guilty but only possesses a treasure. This principle applies no matter in which era. Let's do what Orlando wants!"