I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Orlando looked at the hull of the ship curiously. Although he was used to seeing Nico Flamel's alchemical products, this was the first time he had seen such a large alchemical product used for water transportation, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Why, are you interested in this ship?" Dumbledore asked with interest.

"Well, I'm just curious about what drives this ship. After all, from one water body to another, across a sea, this kind of long-distance teleportation or group teleportation must use special runes and magic circles... ..”

While the two of them were talking, the people on the boat were already ashore one after another.

The leading man was tall, wearing a silver-white, soft and smooth leather coat, and strode over.

"Dumbledore!" the man shouted enthusiastically as he approached, "my dear old man, how are you?"

"Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff." Dumbledore replied, introducing you, "Orlando Bloom, a fourth-year student at Hogwarts, student representative."

"Oh, genius boy Orlando, I've heard of you. It's such an honor to meet you here." Karkaroff stretched out his hand and shook hands with Orlando. His smiling voice was round, sweet and very enthusiastic. But very heavy.

Orlando remained calm and increased his strength. He never loses in a competition of strength. "You're honored. It's an honor for me to meet you."

The palms of the two of them held each other tighter and tighter, and no one was willing to let go. Orlando's little hand remained motionless, but Karkaroff's big hand began to deform slightly and made a "click" sound.

Karkaroff couldn't bear it anymore, and his "ouch" startled everyone, and Orlando relaxed his palm when he saw that he was good.

"You..." Karkaroff was so angry that he was about to get angry, but Orlando glared at him.

"Soul shock." Orlando muttered silently in his mind. Karkaroff felt as if he was struck by lightning, and quickly swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

Dumbledore patted Karkaroff's shoulder, dispelling Orlando's magic without leaving a trace.

"Old man, have you suffered a loss?" He laughed and said with some gloating.

Karkaroff shook his hand vigorously and glanced at Dumbledore. "It's embarrassing."

He no longer looked at Dumbledore, but looked up at the castle. Although there was a smile on his lips, there was no smile in his eyes, looking so cold and sharp.

"It's so good to be here, so good... Viktor, come here and warm yourself up... Do you mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a little cold..."

Karkaroff motioned for one of his students to come forward, a guy with thick black eyebrows and a hooked nose.There were exclamations and whispers from behind. Of course Orlando, who didn't pay much attention to Quidditch, didn't know that this guy he didn't like was extremely athletic and was the seeker of the Bulgarian national Quidditch team at a young age. His appearance instantly grabbed everyone's attention and caused a sensation.

"Hello, Viktor Krum."

"Hello, Orlando Bloom." Although he didn't like it, Orlando still shook his hand politely.

Dumbledore and Karkaroff walked in front, followed by students from Durmstrang Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Orlando didn't want to join in the fun, so he returned to the Gryffindor team.

"I can't believe it." Ron came over and said in a shocked tone: "It's Krum, Orlando, Viktor Krum! He actually shook your hand, my God. !”

Orlando pushed him away in disgust and wiped his cheek. "You slobbered in my face, Ron."

"Why aren't you excited at all?" Ron didn't know why.

"For God's sake, Ron, he's just a Quidditch player." Hermione was dissatisfied with Ron's behavior of belittling her boyfriend.

"Just a Quidditch player?" Ron didn't notice anything was wrong at all. He looked at Hermione blankly, as if he couldn't believe his ears, "Hermione, he is the best ball seeker in the world. One of the hands! I didn’t expect that he was still a student!”

Orlando didn't bother to pay attention to this idiot, walked past him, and walked straight to the castle.

"Aren't you going to the staff table?" Hermione asked quietly.

"No, I hate these hypocritical guys."

"Why is that bearded man angry at you?"

"Oh, that guy wanted to give me a blow, but I ended up beating him up." Orlando said with mockery.

"I just don't think he is a good person." Hermione, who helped her relatives but ignored him, instantly classified Karkaroff as a bad guy.

Several senior girls gathered at the entrance of the hall, blocking Orlando's view. They were rummaging around in their pockets like crazy, making it impossible for Orlando to enter or retreat.

"Oh, I can't believe I don't have a quill with me."

"You mean he'll sign my hat with lipstick?"

"That's ridiculous." Hermione was unhappy, feeling that Krum had stolen Orlando's limelight. She passed through the girls who were arguing about a lipstick, with Orlando following closely behind.

"I'd like to get his signed picture if possible," said Ron. "You didn't bring your quill, did you, Harry?"

"No, it's all upstairs in my bag," said Harry.

Orlando didn't bother to pay attention to them, and went straight to the Gryffindor table with Hermione.Krum and his fellow Durmstrang alumni were still gathered at the door, seemingly unsure where they should sit.Beauxbatons' classmates had already chosen seats at the Ravenclaw table. After they sat down, they looked around the auditorium with sullen expressions on their faces.Three of the students still had scarves and headscarves wrapped tightly around their heads.

Seeing that Orlando belonged to Gryffin, Krum seemed to have made up his mind and led his alumni over here.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Krum asked politely.

"You are guests, please feel free to do so."

Klum expressed his gratitude and walked to sit across from Orlando. His alumni also found empty seats and sat down.You must know that the magical world is relatively closed. Schools are thousands of miles apart, so it is difficult to have opportunities for communication. This also made Durmstrang's classmates who were seeing a foreign school for the first time quite excited. They took off their masks while He was wearing a fur cloak while looking up at the dark, starlit ceiling with interest.Two of the students also picked up the golden plates and goblets and held them carefully, obviously very interested.

When the Gryffindor little lions saw their idol sitting at their table, they all gathered around Krum. Krum seemed to be used to this kind of scene and did not show any impatience.

"Orlando, is there anyone else coming today?" Hermione pointed to the staff chair.

Filch, the caretaker today, was extremely happy. He put on his old moldy tuxedo and ran around. Hermione noticed that he had added four chairs, two on each side of Dumbledore.

"It should be reserved for officials from the Ministry of Magic. After all, they are the organizers of the Triwizard Tournament."

After all the students entered the auditorium and took their seats at the tables in their respective houses, the faculty came in and they filed over to the guest of honor seat and sat down.

Walking last were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime.

The Beauxbatons students stood up quickly as soon as they saw their principal appear.Several Hogwarts students couldn't help but laugh.But the Beauxbatons representatives did not look embarrassed at all, and they did not sit down again until Madame Maxime sat down on Dumbledore's left hand side.

Dumbledore remained standing until the auditorium gradually fell silent.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and - especially - distinguished guests," said Dumbledore, looking at the foreign students with a smile. "It is with great joy that I welcome you. To Hogwarts. I hope and trust that you will feel comfortable and happy here..."

Orlando twirled his fingers in boredom, and a ball of lightning flashed back and forth between his fingers, like a golden fish swimming in the void, which stunned the Beauxbatons students directly opposite.