I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 113

"Are you going tonight?" Harry couldn't help asking during dinner.

"Operation, there are many people during the day, the professor is there, the people behind are afraid to show their faces, if he wants to commit another crime, he will definitely choose a night when there are few people, so from tonight we are ordered to travel at night." Orlando said a wisecrack.

"There are a lot of people here, let's stop discussing this, and hurry up and eat." Hermione had been flipping through books about basilisks all day long, and this was the first time she had deserted in class since she entered school for two years.

At eight o'clock in the evening, at the door of the Gryffindor lounge, there was no one else but the four of them.

Orlando asked, "Did the correspondence bookmark be sent to Dumbledore?"

"Sent it, Dumbledore promised me that he will support immediately after receiving the news." Hermione nodded.

"Harry, have you remembered your mission?" Orlando reconfirmed in order to ensure that the action was foolproof.

"I am in charge of investigating the whereabouts of the basilisk. I will remind you as soon as possible and send a distress letter to Dumbledore. Leave as soon as possible while ensuring your own safety."

"Very well Harry, you have a great responsibility, and Dumbledore doesn't want you to take any risks, so after you complete the warning mission, you must leave immediately to meet Hermione and Ron, and you must make sure to spread the information. Before Lido arrives, I will try my best to delay the time to prevent the basilisk from escaping." Of course, there is another reason, only after Harry is distracted, Orlando can use magic without taboo.

"clear."

Harry nodded, put on the anti-direct vision periscope glasses, and then put on the invisibility cloak. Just in case, Orlando cast the Disillusionment Charm, the Odor Elimination Charm, and the Silencer Charm on him, and finally posted a sticker on him. invisibility.

Before going out, Hermione rushed over and hugged Orlando, her eyes became moist and red with uncontrollable worry and fear, and her hoarse voice was almost speechless, "You must be safe return."

"Don't worry, wait for us to come back with peace of mind." Orlando patted her on the back to calm her emotions. "Ron, Hermione will leave you alone."

"Do not worry."

Orlando walked unhurriedly. There seemed to be no one else in the huge castle except him, and Orlando was not in a hurry. He walked here and there like a student admiring the night view, and he didn't feel nervous at all.

Every quarter of an hour, Orlando would deliberately stop to rest his feet. At this time, Harry, who was hiding in the dark, would send him a signal. Two clicks meant everything was normal, and three clicks meant there was something wrong.

During the night swim until 11 o'clock in the evening, everything was calm. During this period, he also met several groups of teachers who were looking for the night, but they all turned a blind eye to him, obviously because they had received Dumbledore's notice.

"Come on, Harry, let's go back."

The two returned to the Gryffindor common room one after the other, Orlando released Harry's magic, and Hermione and Ron were waiting for them at the door early.

"How is it? Did you get anything?" Hermione breathed a sigh of relief seeing them come back safely.

"No, the weather is calm, and the mastermind behind it is more cautious than I imagined." Orlando took a sip of the milk tea that Ron handed over.

Harry sat down on the sofa and beat his calf. Tonight, in order to keep up with Orlando's footsteps without making too much noise, he walked for several hours with his legs tense and tense. Feeling unbearable soreness in the leg muscles.

"Harry, is he all right?" Ron quickly got him a wet towel.

"Get some ice cubes and apply it to heal faster." Orlando used his wand to conjure a piece of ice and handed it to Ron.

"Do you want to continue tomorrow?" Harry asked while applying ice.

"Go on, I don't believe he can keep calm." Orlando became stubborn.

For three consecutive days, Orlando took Harry wandering around every night. They visited the castle all over, but still found nothing. Orlando realized that they might have missed something.

"Still haven't found it yet?"

During the public rest in Gryffindor, Ron was lying on the sofa and fell asleep, and Hermione was sitting at the table, supporting her hands hard to prevent her head from falling on the table. They stayed up all night together these days and were exhausted up.

"Go back and rest." Orlando shook his head at Hermione, "Let's go, you're exhausted too, I'll take you back."

After sending Hermione back to the girls' dormitory, Orlando also returned to his own dormitory. He sat alone at the desk without lighting a lamp.

The plot has completely deviated from his cognition. Just a few days of observation, Ginny does not look like being controlled by Voldemort at all, so the one being controlled must be someone else.

But why did this person plant it on him?Orlando tapped on the table, looking at his past for clues.Hate yourself, and have hatred against yourself. Could it be the St. Mungo family?
Orlando's heart moved, and then he shook his head and rejected it.After an unsuccessful assassination, the St. Mungo family and Dumbledore have reached an agreement that they will not do anything at Hogwarts. This kind of big family generally promises that they will not go back on their promises, otherwise they will be completely against Dumbledore. , so the suspicion is not great.

"Hehe, interesting." Orlando lit the candle, took out a pen and paper and wrote two letters, one to Dumbledore and one to Hermione. He would ask for a few days off.

Orlando snapped his fingers, "Capri, deliver these two letters for me tomorrow morning, and remember not to let others see them."

"Okay, master."

"I'm going back to the Hidden Cottage Manor. It may take a few days. After you deliver the letter, stay here and don't let others in."

After speaking, Orlando opened the mouth of the portable mobile box and got in.

"Little master, why did you come back so late? What happened?" Orlando's arrival alarmed Yuri.

"Don't disturb the teacher, Yuri, I have something to do when I come back, you don't need to worry, and I need some medicinal materials, here is the list, you can send it to the medicine garden for me, let the mountain spirit and wild monster prepare it, and send it to me tomorrow morning. "

Yuri took a piece of paper and went to prepare without asking any further questions.

Orlando came back this time to refine a kind of elixir. This elixir is called Huafan Congealing Blood Pill, which is a kind of elixir used to cultivate Dharma-protecting spirit beasts in the "Alchemy Chapter" of "The True Explanation of the Way of Alchemy".

You must know that the cultivation of monsters is different from that of human beings. They rely more on the power of blood inheritance. Only through the long years of continuous condensing strength to temper the blood, and then through transformation again and again, can they finally return to their ancestors. From a monster to a spirit beast, the Huafan Blood Coagulation Pill that Orlando will refine can greatly reduce this process.

The basilisk can survive for thousands of years, so it is obviously a kind of monster. Orlando believes that as long as the basilisk smells the scent of Huafan Blood Congealing Pill, it will be impossible to resist this temptation.

After all the materials were ready, Orlando did not delay, and immediately adjusted his state and started alchemy.

During this period, Nicole Flamel came several times, and he was extremely dissatisfied with Orlando's reckless and adventurous behavior, until Orlando took out the ancient book that Dumbledore gave him.

"Teacher, this Taoist scripture is Dumbledore's reward for asking me to sell it. Although I haven't figured out what's in it yet, I have a hunch that it is very important to me."

Nicole Flamel flipped through a few pages of the ancient book, and asked with a frown, "What kind of writing is this?"

"Shiguwen is a text written in the pre-Qin period. It got its name because it looks like a drum. It has been more than 2200 years ago."

"Can you understand?"

"Understand a little, but give me some time, I think I can decipher it."

Nicole Flamel returned the book to him and said nothing more.

(End of this chapter)