I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"Thank you! Professor, thank you for your cultivation."

Orlando shook hands with Dumbledore, then turned and left.Dumbledore sat down and turned to talk to Mad-Eye Moody.There was a rattling and pinging sound in the dining room. The students stood up one after another, rushed to the doors on both sides, and entered the foyer.

"Orlando, what did Dumbledore tell you?" Hermione, Harry and Ron were waiting for him at the door.

"My Wizengamot Youth Representative review is approved."

"Really, that's great." Hermione was sincerely happy.

"We want to celebrate," Ron said. "Dad told me that every country has a Wizengamot youth representative. Generally, those over the age of 16 need the consent of one-third of the Wizengamot wizards. Finally passed the review.”

Several people walked along the flow of people to Gryffindor Tower. Ron showed off what he knew as he walked, "Those highly respected wizards are very picky, and most of the time the youth representative position is vacant. Dumbledore was his then Youth representative. Orlando said you are not old enough, how did you pass?"

The other students who were listening carefully to the story looked over and looked at him curiously.

Orlando shrugged and said, "Maybe it's because of Fudge. After all, he is the Minister of Magic, so he still has some rights."

"You are so powerful." Harry said enviously. He had attended the Wizengamot trial and knew how powerful the wizards sitting on the high platform were.

"Don't listen to Ron's nonsense. I, the youth representative of the Wizengamot, am just a faggot. I only have the right to hear the meetings of the Wizengamot, but not the right to vote. You know, the youth representative is different from the Wizengamot members. The symbolic meaning is far greater than the actual meaning, it is just an honorary title with a great name."

The group of people returned to the Gryffindor common room noisily. The students gathered around Orlando and talked for a while, and then quickly changed the subject. After all, the Wizengamot was too far away from them, or what? The Triwizard Tournament is real.

"They can't do this." George Weasley said to Orlando angrily, "We will be 17 next April, why don't you let us give it a try?"

"They can't stop me from participating," Fred said stubbornly. As if to enhance his persuasion, he patted Orlando on the shoulder and said, "Orlando, you will help me, right? When I become a warrior, I can do many ordinary things. It’s something you’re not allowed to do, and there’s a bonus of one thousand galleons…”

"I myself have been excluded from the pre-selection list. What do you think I can do to help you?"

"Your not participating is the greatest help to us. After all, there is only one quota for the Warriors." George hugged his brother and said: "Fred, please don't force others to do anything. You can't let Orlando violate the rules and run for you and then replace it with yours." The name, it’s meaningless, after all there is a referee committee.”

"Who will be the impartial judge of who is a warrior?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," said Fred, "but he's the one we're trying to fool. Since Orlando can't be counted on, I think a drop or two of age-enhancing agent will do the trick, George..."

"But Dumbledore knows you are not old enough," said Ron.

"Yeah, but it's not up to him to decide who becomes the Warriors, right?" Fred said smartly. "It sounds to me like the referee just needs to know who wants to participate and pick the best one from each school. Excellent, he doesn't care how old they are, and Dumbledore can't stop its choice."

"But so many people died!" Hermione said worriedly.Now that she is practicing with Orlando, she has seen scenery that she has never seen before, and has a new understanding of power. She does not think that Fred and George are capable enough to deal with the risks of the Triwizard Tournament.

"Yeah," said Fred nonchalantly, "but that was years ago, right? And what's the fun without a little adventure? Hey, Ron, what if we could somehow cheat Dumbledore, do you want to participate?"

"What do you think?" Ron asked Orlando. "It would be great if you could participate, wouldn't it? But I guess they want someone older... I wonder if what we learn from you can be used. superior……"

Orlando rolled his eyes. With the little knowledge you have learned, even the most basic talisman burning is only a simple invisibility technique. There is no attack or defense method. If you have learned it, you have not learned anything.

Harry was a little excited. After all, he knew more than Ron. He looked at Hermione and asked, "Hermione, do you want to participate?"

"I..." Hermione was a little moved. If she were in the past, she would definitely abide by the rules and be an audience member. But since being with Orlando, she has become more and more assimilated. She sees He glanced at Orlando and said, "I'd better forget it. I haven't learned enough. There are many senior students who are more suitable than me."

It was like celebrating Christmas in the Gryffindor common room. The students were chattering and dancing excitedly. It seemed that everyone was a know-it-all. They talked and inquired about each other, venting their great energy.

"No, my summer homework." Hermione suddenly pushed away Ron who was chattering and ran out.

"What's wrong with her?" Ron looked confused.

"What else can I do? I haven't finished my homework." Orlando couldn't help laughing.

"Oh my god, this is big news. How often do good students fail to do their homework?" Other students on the side shouted.

"You'd better not disturb her until she finishes her homework." Orlando glanced at Hermione who was sitting in the corner and immersed in her homework and whispered.

......

"It's very late, Hermione, it's time to go back and rest." At twelve o'clock at night, the wall clock struck twelve times.Orlando reminded her softly that there was no one else in the lounge except them.

"Wait a minute, I've just finished writing the last bit." Hermione said without raising her head.

"Okay, what would you like to drink?"

"Milk."

Orlando went to the canteen under the hall. At this time, there were only two house elves on duty in the canteen. They entertained Orlando warmly and gave him a large jug of hot milk and a large bag of desserts.

On the way back, they met Peeves who was playing a prank. Before Orlando could say anything, Peeves ran away with a "whoosh" sound.Although he was not afraid of being caught violating school rules, one more thing was better than one less thing, so Orlando ignored it and went straight back to the lounge.

"Finally finished?" Hermione was sorting out her homework. Orlando put the dessert in front of her, "Let's have something to eat."

"It can only be considered half completed, and I didn't even have time to check the answer."

"Just finish the homework, why worry about whether it is perfect or not." In his previous life, Orlando had achieved the position of a doctoral tutor and was meticulous about study and work. However, in his new life, he looked down upon all of these.

"Unlike you, I have a bunch of honorary titles and can ignore school rules and disciplines." Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

The next morning the storm subsided, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still gloomy.As Orlando and Hermione ate breakfast and studied their timetable for the semester, large, thick blue-grey clouds rolled over their heads.

At the same table, a few seats away from them, Fred, George and Lee Jordan were discussing what magical spells they could use to make themselves older, and then get away with it and participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

"Do we have too few courses?" Hermione said, pointing to their course schedule.

"There's no need to spend time on Muggle studies, flying lessons, etc. After all, we can't be busy without a time converter." Orlando didn't care, he spent most of his time studying on his own.