I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 43 Academy Cup

Rejecting Dumbledore's kindness, and now holding the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, it's better to go back to the Hideaway Cabin first.

Today's battle was still careless. I thought that I knew enough about Voldemort after fighting once. Who would have thought that they almost capsized in the gutter in the end.

If this kind of smash hit Dark Lord didn't have a few brushes, how could he stir up such a storm and almost dominate the British Isles.

It seems that I need to improve my cultivation. What I pursue is immortality, a person who becomes a fairy and a ancestor, and insignificant development is the kingly way.

"What, are you back?"

"Teacher, are you still asleep?"

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

"Teacher, look." Orlando spread out the Philosopher's Stone in his hand to show Nicole Flamel.

"Have you fought Voldemort?"

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

"Hmph, it's nothing to suffer a little while being young, it's good to improve your memory."

Don't look at Nicole Flamel's easy-going, as if nothing happened, in fact, he was very worried. If Orlando hadn't returned with a full beard, maybe he would drive the steel golem to Hogwarts again. hereby.

"This Voldemort is worthy of being a popular figure in the past, with endless tricks. I thought that it would not be a big problem if he fought once and got a little advantage. Unexpectedly, he even hid one hand, and turned into a fiery fire with both offensive and defensive skills. 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 is indeed a long lesson, the lion needs to fight the rabbit with all his strength, let alone a generation of heroes.

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

Orlando didn't have friendship either. Starting from Capri's report, he passed all the first four checkpoints, focusing on the process of fighting Voldemort.

After listening to his narration, Nicole Flamel fell into deep thought, then sighed, and said, "Hey, it's a poor man."

"What? Who is the poor man?" Orlando asked puzzled.

"Voldemort."

"Voldemort? What's so pitiful about him? As far as his behavior is concerned, his followers will sacrifice as soon as they say sacrifice, and give up as soon as they say they give up. It is hateful."

"He used to be considered an outstanding man of his generation. When he was young, he even visited me. He was very talented and ambitious. I once thought of taking him as a disciple, but things backfired, and we became strangers in the end." Nicole Le Mei sighed.

"Teacher, tell me about it. I'll ask Yuri to make some supper. Let's chat while eating, okay?"

"You little devil, you're not afraid to tire me out, 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 giant steel golem." Orlando rolled his eyes.

"Yuri, get me some supper. I want barbecue. The more the better. And cook a bowl of medicinal porridge for the teacher. It's not good for the elderly to eat too much at night. Drink some porridge to keep healthy."

The two chatted while eating supper, and it was dawn before they knew it. After all, Nicole Flamel was old. He worried all night in the first half of the night, and chatted 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 the Sorcerer's Stone will let you go. After I finish my school work, I'll come to you to study during the summer vacation. Look good."

"Arrange it yourself. If you need to talk to Yuri about anything, treat this place as your own home." Nicole Flamel waved his hand and said as a matter of course. He really treated this apprentice as his own son and grandson.

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

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, Olado ran through the crowd and prepared to have some breakfast. After several battles last night, the consumption of mana was not large, but the physical consumption was not small, so he needed to eat more to make up for it.

"Orlando, have you heard?"

"What did you hear?" Orlando began to grab the food without looking up.

"Professor Quirrell stole the Sorcerer's Stone, do you know about the Sorcerer's Stone?" Lee Jordan said mysteriously.

After hearing this, Orlando almost bit his tongue.

"Who did you hear?"

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

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

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

Before swallowing a sip of milk, it all spewed out.

"Harry? Help Quirrell escape?"

Lee Jordan touched the milk on his body, and looked at Orlando with a resentful expression, "I don't believe it, but everyone said so. There are two other first-year students who used to share the dormitory with you, you don't remember Yet?"

"Okay, okay, you'd better wait for the definite news from the principal, stop guessing here, I'm going to eat, I still have time, or you go back and change your clothes first." Orlando said I can't stand it anymore, so I persuaded you tactfully.

Sure enough, after the meeting in the morning, the official news was released, Harry and the others jumped from suspects to heroes, and the students rushed to the school hospital, trying to see their heroes, but unfortunately, Madam Pomfrey was ruthless, No entry is allowed.

At this time, Harry was sitting around with two friends. After listening to Ron and Hermione's narration, he began to talk about his experience.It is very rare that a true story is more bizarre and thrilling than an unfounded rumour, and this is what it is now.

Harry told them everything: 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; Out of the army of stone men, Orlando fought against a hundred with a mace; Voldemort became angry, killed Quirrell, and transformed himself into a flaming skull; Professor Dumbledore appeared at the last moment and defeated the black magic in one fell swoop, and Voldemort took the opportunity to escape.

Ron and Hermione listened very attentively, gasping nervously whenever they reached a dangerous place, and Hermione screamed when Harry mentioned the face under Quirrell's turban; When Harry mentioned that Orlando appeared and rescued him from Voldemort, Hermione and Ron breathed a sigh of relief; when Harry mentioned that Orlando defeated the army of stone men with one enemy, Ron danced with enthusiasm, It seems that he has become Orlando at this moment; when Harry talked about Voldemort sucking up Professor Quirrell in order to perform black magic, Hermione screamed again, and Ron showed deep fear; When Bullido turned into a big phoenix and descended from the sky, Hermione finally showed a relieved expression.

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

"You said, did Dumbledore ask you to do this on purpose?" Ron said, "Give you your father's invisibility cloak, and guide you to do that?"

"Gee," said Hermione, unable to resist, "if that's the case with him - I mean - that's terrible - you'd probably be killed."

"No, that's not it," said Harry thoughtfully. "Dumbledore's a very interesting man. I think he probably wanted to give me a chance. He seems to know more or less what's going on here. I think he knew exactly what we were going to do, he didn't stop us, but secretly taught us a lot of useful things. He also asked Orlando to escort us just in case. I think he taught me about the magic mirror It is by no means accidental that he seems to think that I have the right to face Voldemort, if possible, as my father has faced him."

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

"He didn't say anything. He asked us to keep him secret and don't mention him."

"Why is that?" Ron asked puzzled, if he did such an earth-shattering event, he would let the whole world know.

"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 fiercely.

"He's already high-profile enough. The 11-year-old recipient of the Order of Merlin, who has never been seen before and will never be seen again, is high-profile enough." Hermione said this with a bit of sourness.

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

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

"Me too. At that time, I thought I was going to die. I was so cold that I couldn't feel my body." Thinking of this scene, Hermione couldn't help shivering.

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

"Ok."

"Ah."

Several people seemed to have lost interest in chatting, and each held their chins to think about their own thoughts.

Ron said suddenly: "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 dejectedly.

"You said that we kept the Philosopher's Stone, do you get extra points?" Harry thought of something, and said hastily.

No one disturbed, Orlando was happy to be alone.He found an empty place in the library, took out a black leather notebook, and began to write and draw. This was his first alchemy work. There was no need to turn pages, and it would be automatically saved after writing on a full page.

He is summing up yesterday's battle, replaying every detail of the battle, and in the process of replaying, he reverses and reverses, summarizing gains and losses and self-reflection.

Orlando did so also under the influence of Nicole LeMay.We must know that a generation of legendary masters combined soul magic and alchemy. Nicole 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 world-renowned fame.

Concentrating on summarizing, checking for deficiencies and making up for omissions, I was still a little complacent, but with the in-depth self-analysis, it began to disappear.After closing the black leather notebook, Orlando stretched, let out a long breath, and 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, Orlando changed into a dress, and went downstairs to attend the year-end banquet alone.By this time, the Great Hall had been decked out in Slytherin green and silver to celebrate their seventh straight House Cup win.On the wall behind the guest table hung a huge banner depicting a Slytherin snake.

Orlando glanced at it, and then curled his lips. He knew that Dumbledore liked to play this kind of surprise, but he didn't know what poor Professor Snape would think in his heart, and whether he would say hello, Orlando couldn't help but maliciously speculate .

"Orlando, here." Neville waved at him fiercely.

There were already many people sitting at the Gryffindor table, and Orlando walked towards Neville without hesitation.

"Eat something, Orlando, here are puddings and desserts, I'll bring you whatever you want." Neville said enthusiastically.

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

"Thank you, Orlando, for saving me."

"Neville doesn't need to thank me. Even if you don't meet me, someone else will save you, so there is no need to thank me."

"You defeated Quirrell, I know, but no one believes me." Neville whispered.

"It's good that you know, it's best not to talk about it."

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

"Why? 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 it a secret!"

"Okay, Harry, do they know?"

"Yes, they will help me keep the secret."

"Fine then!" Neville said dejectedly.

The students all arrived one after another, and the banquet was about to begin.

At this time Harry, Ron and Hermione walked in, everyone was watching them, the auditorium was suddenly silent, and then, the Gryffindor students cheered and applauded loudly to welcome their hero back, and the students from other houses Some students applauded, some whistled.

Amidst the noise, the three of Harry walked over quickly with their heads lowered and blushing faces. 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 was Dumbledore, I did not defeat Voldemort."

"The one who can fight is you, not me."

"Does it matter?"

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

(End of this chapter)