I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Having rejected Dumbledore's kindness, now that he has the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, it's better to go back to the Hidden Cabin first.

I was careless in today's battle. I thought I had enough knowledge about Voldemort after fighting once. Who would have thought that in the end, I almost capsized in the gutter.

How could this popular Dark Lord stir up such a storm if he didn't have a few brushes, and almost unified the British Isles.

It seems that he needs to improve his cultivation. What he pursues is immortality, becoming an immortal and becoming an ancestor. Being obscene and developing is the way to go.

"Why, are you back?"

"Teacher, are you still awake?"

"I'm worried about you kid, I can't sleep. Tell me, what did you gain today?"

"Teacher, look." Orlando spread out the magic stone in his hand and showed it to Nico Flamel.

"Did you fight Voldemort?"

"We fought, and the boat almost capsized in the gutter."

"Hmph, it's nothing to suffer a little loss when you're young, it's good to improve your memory."

Although Nico Flamel said he was relaxed and like nothing was wrong, in fact he was extremely worried. If Orlando hadn't come back with all his beard and tail, he might have had to drive the Iron Golem to Hogwart again. Hereby.

"This Voldemort is indeed a once-famous figure, with endless methods. I thought that since we fought once and got some advantages, the problem shouldn't be big. But I didn't expect that he also hid a hand. With one hand, he can turn into fierce fire for both offense and defense. It is extremely powerful. It's difficult to deal with. If Dumbledore hadn't appeared in the end, I would have used the life-saving equipment you gave me." Orlando said with emotion. This time it was indeed a lesson. A lion needs all his strength to fight a rabbit, let alone a generational hero.

"Tell me about it, and let me hear your skills." Nico Flamel was still very proud that this little apprentice was able to fight against Voldemort twice and escape unscathed when he was more than ten years old.

Orlando also has no friendship. Starting from Capri's report, he went through the first four levels, focusing on the process of fighting Voldemort.

After listening to his story, Nico Flamel fell into deep thought, then sighed and said, "Hey, he is a poor man."

"What? Who is the poor guy?" Orlando asked puzzledly.

"Voldemort."

"Voldemort? What's so pitiful about him? With the way he behaves, his followers will sacrifice when they are told to sacrifice, and abandon when they are told to give up. This is hateful."

"He was once considered a great man of the generation. When he was young, he visited me. He was extremely talented and ambitious. I once had the idea of ​​taking him as my disciple, but it backfired and we ended up becoming strangers." Nico Le Mei sighed.

"Teacher, tell me something. I'll ask Yuri to make some midnight snacks, and we can chat while we eat, okay!"

"You little devil, you're not afraid of tiring me. You know I'm a patient."

"You also know that you are a patient. Why didn't you think of this when you drove the steel golem beast?" Orlando rolled his eyes.

"Yuri, bring me some late-night snacks. I want barbecue. The more the better. Then make a bowl of medicinal porridge for the teacher. It's not good for the old man to eat too much at night. Drink some porridge to keep healthy."

The two of them were eating late night snacks and chatting. Unknowingly, it was already dawn. After all, Nico Flamel was older. He had been worried all night long, and then started chatting again in the second half of the night. This time he was a little tired. .

"Teacher, hurry up and catch up on your sleep. I'll go back to school and I'll leave the magic stone here for you. After I finish handling the school affairs, I'll come back to your place to study during the summer. Do you think it's okay?"

"You can make your own arrangements. If you need anything, tell Yuri. Just treat this place as your own home." Nico Flamel waved his hand and said matter-of-factly. He truly treated this apprentice as his own son or grandson.

Back at school, the students have already exploded, and all kinds of rumors are flying everywhere. Fortunately, the protagonist this time is Harry. Orlando's thieves asked Dumbledore to hide his existence. After all, it was Dumbledore's fault. Although the results of Li's tailor-made experience basically met his expectations, after all, Orlando got in the way.

Seeing that he had nothing to do, Oladoshi walked through the crowd and prepared to have some breakfast. After several battles last night, the magic power was not very large, but the physical body was not. So he had to eat more to replenish his energy.

"Orlando, did you hear that?"

"I heard something." Orlando started grabbing the food without raising his head.

"Professor Quirrell stole the Philosopher's Stone. Do you know about the Philosopher's Stone?" Lee Jordan said mysteriously.

After hearing this, Orlando almost bit his tongue.

"Who did you hear?"

"President Dumbledore has called a meeting with all the professors to discuss this. According to rumors, Professor Quirrell is missing, and there is also the Philosopher's Stone."

Orlando nodded while eating. As for these gossips in front of him, the client, they are all jokes, so just listen to them for fun.

"I really don't know what Harry is thinking, why should he help Quirrell escape?"

Before I could swallow a mouthful of milk, it all spurted out.

"Harry? Help Quirrell escape?"

Li Jordan touched the milk on his body and looked at Orlando with a resentful look on his face, "I don't believe it either, but everyone says so. There are two other first-year students who were in the same dormitory with you before. Don't you remember? Yet?"

"Okay, okay, you'd better wait for the exact news from the principal. Stop guessing here. I'm going to eat. While there is still time, why don't you go back and change clothes first." Orlando said seriously I couldn't stand it anymore, so I tried to persuade him tactfully.

Sure enough, after the morning meeting, the official news was released. Harry and the others were transformed from suspects to heroes. The students rushed to the school hospital to try to meet their heroes. Unfortunately, Madam Pomfrey was selfless. No entry is allowed.

At this time, Harry was sitting around with two friends. After listening to Ron and Hermione's narrative, he began to talk about his own experience.It's rare that the true story is more bizarre and thrilling than the unfounded rumors, and that's the case these days.

Harry told them everything in detail: Quirrell caught him and threatened him to find the Sorcerer's Stone from the magic mirror; Voldemort appeared to cast a curse on him; Orlando appeared in time to repel Voldemort; Voldemort performed magical changes. When the Stoneman army emerged, Orlando held a mace and fought against a hundred; Voldemort became angry, killed Quirrell, and transformed himself into a flaming skull; Professor Dumbledore appeared at the last moment and defeated the dark magic in one fell swoop, and Voldemort took the opportunity to escape.

Ron and Hermione listened very attentively, gasping nervously every time they came to a thrilling place. When Harry talked about the face under Quirrell's turban, Hermione screamed uncontrollably; When Harry told about Orlando's appearance and rescued him from Voldemort, Hermione and Ron were relieved; when Harry told about Orlando's defeat of the stone-man army with one against a hundred, Ron's blood boiled and he danced. It was as if he had transformed into Orlando at this moment; when Harry talked about Voldemort draining Professor Quirrell in order to use dark magic, Hermione screamed again, and Ron showed deep fear; when Harry talked about Dun When Bullido transformed into a big phoenix and descended from the sky, Hermione finally showed an expression of relief.

Harry kept his promise and only said that the Philosopher's Stone was given to Dumbledore. The three of them sat together, one spoke carefully and the other listened carefully.

"Tell me, did Dumbledore intentionally ask you to do this?" Ron said, "Give you your father's invisibility cloak and guide you to do that?"

"Gee," Hermione couldn't help but say, "if he was like that - I mean - that would be terrible - you'd probably be killed."

"No, that's not the case," Harry said thoughtfully, "Dumbledore is a very interesting man. I think he probably wanted to give me a chance. He seemed to know more or less what was going on here. I think he knew exactly what we were going to do. Instead of stopping us, he secretly taught us many useful things. He also asked Orlando to escort us, just in case. I think he taught me about the magic mirror. 's function was no accident, and he seemed to think that I had the right to face Voldemort if possible... just as my father faced him."

"By the way, what did Orlando say?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"He didn't say anything. He asked us to keep it a secret for him and not to mention him."

"Why is this?" Ron asked puzzledly. If he did such an earth-shattering thing, he would let everyone in the world know about it.

"He wanted to keep a low profile, and Professor Dumbledore agreed."

"I really don't understand what he thinks. If I were him, I would never do this." Ron said harshly.

"He is already high-profile enough. The 11-year-old recipient of the Order of Merlin is unprecedented and probably unprecedented. He is high-profile enough." Hermione said this with a bit of sourness.

"Okay, okay, don't be upset, you two, you know Orlando saved our lives this time."

"That's true. If it weren't for him, I might have been buried in the ruins." Ron said with lingering fear.

"Me too, I thought I was going to die at that time. My whole body was so cold that I couldn't feel my own body." Thinking of this scene, Hermione couldn't help but shudder.

"Since he asked so, let's keep it a secret for him," Harry said.

"Ok."

"Ah."

Several people seemed to have lost interest in chatting, holding their chins and thinking about their own thoughts.

Ron suddenly said: "Today is the year-end banquet, and I don't know which college will win in the end."

"It should be Slytherin. I took a special look at it last night. It's a bit more than Gryffindor." Hermione said frustratedly.

"You said we saved the Philosopher's Stone, did we get any extra points?" Harry thought of something and said hurriedly.

......

No one disturbed him, and Orlando was happy to be left alone.He found a deserted place in the library, took out a black leather notebook, and started writing and drawing. This was his first alchemy work. There was no need to turn the pages. Once a page was filled, it would be automatically saved.

He was summarizing yesterday's battle, reviewing every detail of the battle, working backwards, summarizing gains and losses, and reflecting on himself.

Orlando did this because of the influence of Nico Flamel.You must know that a legendary master of a generation, who combined soul magic and alchemy, Nico Flamel is not only good at learning, but also knows how to summarize and summarize. This is why he can always break through his own limits and achieve a lifetime of fame.

After concentrating on summarizing and checking for omissions, the little complacency I felt at first began to disappear with my in-depth self-analysis.Closing the black leather notebook, Orlando stretched, took a long breath, and his mood finally returned to calm.

"The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard!" After sighing, Orlando left the library.I still have to attend the year-end banquet tonight.

After returning to the dormitory and changing into formal clothes, Orlando went downstairs alone to attend the year-end banquet.By this time, the Great Hall had been decorated in Slytherin's green and silver colors to celebrate their seventh consecutive House Cup win.A huge banner with a Slytherin snake hanging on the wall behind the guest of honor seat.

Orlando glanced at it and then curled his lips. He knew that Dumbledore liked to play with surprises like this. He just didn't know what poor Professor Snape would be thinking and whether he would say something about it. Orlando couldn't help but maliciously speculate. .

"Orlando, here." Neville waved to him.

Many people were already sitting at the Gryffindor table, and Orlando walked towards Neville without any courtesy.

"Eat something, Orlando. There are puddings and desserts here. Whatever you want to eat, I'll get it for you." Neville said enthusiastically.

"Thank you, I'll do it myself." Orlando took a cup of coffee and took a sip.

"Orlando, thank you for saving me."

"Neville, there's no need to thank me. Even if you don't meet me, others will still save you, so there's no need to thank me specifically."

"You defeated Quirrell, right? I know that, but no one else believes me." Neville whispered.

"It's good that you know. It's best not to say it everywhere."

"Keep it a secret, okay? Neville, I don't want everyone to know."

"Why is that? It's not fair to you."

"Do you think I care about this? That's not what I want, Neville, if you really want to help me, then help me keep a secret!"

"Okay, Harry, do they know?"

"I know, they will also help me keep the secret."

"Okay then!" Neville said a little frustrated.

The students are arriving one after another, and the banquet is about to begin.

At this time, Harry, Ron and Hermione walked in, everyone looked at them, and the auditorium suddenly became silent. Then, the Gryffindor students cheered loudly and clapped to welcome their heroes back, and the students from other houses welcomed their heroes back. Some students applauded and some whistled.

Amidst the noise, the three Harrys walked over quickly with their heads lowered and their faces red. After pushing Neville aside, they sat down around Orlando.

"Why me?" Harry said in a low voice.

"what are you?"

"Obviously you defeated Voldemort, why did you become me." Harry blushed.

"It's Dumbledore, I didn't defeat Voldemort."

"But you are the one fighting, not me."

"Does it matter?"

"Isn't this important?" Harry began to feel a little annoyed.