I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 227 Spoilers

The crowd was chattering around Orlando, everyone wanted to know the truth of the matter, and many people were fighting for him. After all, if Harry could make an exception to be elected, why couldn't Orlando?
Orlando has nothing to do with the enthusiasm of the people who eat melons. He has to emphasize over and over again that Harry is just a victim. This is not his original intention. Unfortunately, the effect is not very good. Envy, jealousy and hatred go to the 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 meeting room had already dispersed, Dumbledore sat in front of the fire and meditated, and the light of the fire reflected sparks on his glasses.

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

"The man who can't even mention his name is coming back." Orlando didn't hide it, and made a bold statement.Sure enough, Dumbledore sat up straight after hearing this, 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 trying to see through his inner thoughts, but unfortunately for soul mages, any Legilimency was useless to him.

"Ever since Harry said that the scar on his head was analgesic from time to time, and he often dreamed of some strange things, I guessed that the person who could not be mentioned by name might have returned. An accident led to a connection between the souls, this connection seems to me like a two-way contract, which requires specific conditions to be activated, this is my judgment, you can choose not to believe it."

Dumbledore did not speak, and kept observing Orlando. He actually knew that Voldemort was not dead, and his return was only a matter of time, but what he never expected was that these words came from Orlando.

"Has your soul wound healed yet?" Dumbledore suddenly changed the subject without knowing what he was thinking.

"It's ready, Professor."

"Back when you asked me for the phoenix blood essence, I didn't give it to you. Do you resent me a little?"

"A little bit, but I can't talk about resentment. After all, using the phoenix blood essence to cleanse my soul is not my only choice."

"Then do you still want the phoenix blood essence?"

"think."

"Your magical attainment is no less than that 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 bloodline wizard?" Dumbledore asked suspiciously.

"Professor, you are wrong. The phoenix blood essence is not for my own use, and I am not suitable to follow your path." Orlando looked at him without the slightest dodge.

"I see, it's Miss Hermione Granger, isn't it?"

"Yes, professor, you may have noticed that Granger and I also came from a Muggle family, and that person who cannot mention his name hates people like us the most. If he gains power, we will definitely be his attacking and killing people." I am relatively better, and I have some self-protection power, but Hermione is not good, so I am eager to strengthen his strength, I hope you can understand."

"You are a child with ideas. I have no words to describe your growth over the years except to express my admiration. Fortunately, you have a good leader, and you have worked very hard yourself. This is all Hogwarts. The professor is there for all to see. I believe what you said. I also agree to give you the phoenix blood, but I have a premise. I need you to help me find this ghost and ensure Harry's safety. If you agree if."

"I agree, Professor, even if you don't mention this condition, I will do it. After all, Harry and I are friends, and I can't do nothing."

"Thank you, child. If there is any situation, please notify me immediately and don't act rashly. Although I have great confidence in your strength, you are still young after all. Many times strength cannot solve all problems, so I hope you Think twice before acting."

"I understand the professor, I will observe secretly, once I find something, I will inform you as soon as possible."

"And me, Orlando, as the dean of Gryffindor, I am duty-bound, so if there is any danger, please notify me as soon as possible." Although Professor McGonagall was shocked, he never shirked his responsibility.

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

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

"What business 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 be involved in a conspiracy. Dumbledore wants me to find out this ghost and keep you safe."

"What? Didn't Harry secretly put his name in?" Ron had an awkward fight with Harry just now because of this matter.

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

"I" Ron blushed. He was indeed very angry just now. Harry didn't take him with him when he showed his face. Then he was so embarrassed, "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 have to do with me?"

Orlando looked at them and hesitated for a moment, but said:

"The person whose name cannot be mentioned is back. He died because of you, and he will definitely live because of you. The scar is the bond between you and him. Do you understand when I say that?"

Ron's eyes widened, and he looked at Orlando in disbelief, like he was looking at a madman.

Harry, on the other hand, looked at a loss. He understood every word Orlando said, but he couldn't understand it together.

"You're kidding, aren't you, Orlando?" Ron was at a loss for words.

"I'm not kidding, and Dumbledore was already prepared."

"Could it be that Mu He is a member of the Dark Lord?" Hermione suddenly realized.

"Must be, otherwise I can't see why he took such a big risk."

"What are you talking about? Who is he?" Harry asked puzzled

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

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

Hermione looked at Orlando in embarrassment, and she didn't say until he nodded in agreement, "It's Moody, we suspect he's a fake."

"That's impossible. In the small conference room today, Moody has been defending me." Harry denied it.

"Don't you think all his defenses are based on having you as this warrior, why is he so keen to let you compete? Have you ever thought about that."

"He" Harry wanted to say that he was a good person, but he felt that Orlando had something to say.

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

"That's because he was often assassinated, and my dad said it was a sign of nervousness." Ron felt that Orlando was a bit far-fetched.

"So you're sure the bottle isn't a compound potion?"

"You mean, the real Moody was dropped by someone, and the one who often takes the bottle is a counterfeit?"

"You're not stupid, Harry, that's how I suspected it. Although there was no evidence, my instinct told me that there was 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 see foresight?It is estimated that no one will believe it.

(End of this chapter)