I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"Hurry up and start dinner," Orlando muttered.

"Careful about your image, a lot of people are looking at you?" Hermione pinched him.

Orlando looked up and saw, oh, good guy, half the people in the auditorium were looking at him.

Orlando quickly retracted his fingers, extinguished the thunder and lightning between his fingers, and pretended to be nonchalant.

"The Triwizard Tournament will officially begin after the banquet." Dumbledore coughed and continued: "I now invite everyone to eat and drink as much as you like at home!"

This is what Orlando was waiting for. After all, the food man and the soul must eat when the time comes.

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the golden plate was instantly filled with food, and the house elves in the kitchen seemed to be trying their best.

Orlando was certain that this was the most sumptuous dinner he had ever had during his four years at Hogwarts. A variety of dishes were placed on the table, some of which were from exotic countries that he had never seen before. Flavor.

"Orlando, eat this." Hermione scooped a bowl of soup for him diligently, "Drink the soup before eating."

"what is this?"

"French fish soup, I've had it before. It tastes pretty good. Try it." He said and scooped another bowl for himself.

"I'll have a bowl too." Krum said familiarly, "It tastes really good." He nodded to Hermione.

Twenty minutes after the banquet started, Hagrid slipped into the auditorium through a door behind the faculty desk.He took his seat at the end of the table, raised a heavily bandaged hand, and waved to Orlando, Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Harry was very happy to see him, and he shouted loudly: "How about the Blast-Ended Skrewt, Hagrid?"

"It's growing nicely," Hagrid replied happily.

"Yeah, I guess that's the case," Ron whispered. "It seems they've finally found something they like to eat, right? That's Hagrid's fingers."

"What is a Blast-Ended Skrewt?" Harry's movements attracted the attention of the Durmstrang students, and a student who was not very old or tall asked curiously.

"It's a magical creature unique to Hogwarts. It has a hard shell and can breathe fire. If you like it, I can take you to see it." Ron showed off eagerly.

Hermione curled her lips and said nothing. Ron was so obvious that everyone could see it.

"Thank you then!"

Orlando immersed himself in the meal. Before, Krum was curious as to why the dishes on his table were three times that of others. After seeing Orlando's eating speed, he understood instantly.

At this moment, a voice said: "Excuse me, do you still eat this plate of fish soup?"

It was the Beauxbatons girl who laughed when Dumbledore spoke just now.She finally took off her scarf, and her long, waterfall-like silver hair reached her waist. She had big blue eyes and neat white teeth.

"You take it." Orlando didn't think much about it. It was just a bowl of soup. He was not a stingy person.

"Thank you, Orlando, can I sit here?" She looked at Hermione, meaning to make room for her.

Hermione frowned. It wasn't that she was reluctant to part with a bowl of soup, but that this girl had been staring at Orlando and talking to her as soon as she arrived, and now she even wanted to drive him away.

Ron's face turned red all of a sudden. He stared at her blankly and opened his mouth to interject, but he only made some strange "oh woo" sounds, as if his throat was stuck.

"This is my girlfriend, Hermione Granger." Orlando put down his knife and fork, looked at her and said seriously.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the silver-haired girl didn't seem to mind at all. She looked at Ron again, "Can you change places with me?"

"I...you...ok, no problem...you sit down." After saying that, Ron picked up his cutlery and stood up staggeringly, almost tripping over the chair, if Harry hadn't helped him. In a moment, he will make a fool of himself.

"What do you want from me?" Orado asked bluntly. He had already felt that Fleur had been using charm on him.

The silver-haired beauty charmingly held the hair around her ears, and said with a sweet smile: "I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Fleur Delacour."

"Orlando Bloom, besides, your charm spell is not effective on me, so don't use it." Orlando looked at the stunned and drooling Gryffindor little lions around him. In order to avoid a large social death scene, Gryffindor let Gryffindor Findo was so humiliated that he had no choice but to speak.

"You are such a boring person. I don't know why Ms. Granger fell in love with you." After being exposed in public, Fleur became a little angry. Just now, she had confidently made a bet with someone to make Orlando dizzy. It only took a few words to break the defense.After losing the first battle, Furong got up with a cold face and prepared to leave.

"I took the initiative to chase him," Hermione shouted at Fleur's back, "Orlando is so good."

After saying this, she blushed with embarrassment, but her expression was unusually firm, like a lioness defending her territory from others.

Fleur turned around and looked at her in surprise. The two looked at each other for a few seconds before leaving.

The palace fight drama left the crowd stunned. They never imagined that Hermione, who had always been shy, would actually say something about pursuing someone else. Everyone was happy for her boldness.

"You are so amazing, Orlando." Seeing Fleur leave, Ron quickly squeezed back. With an expression of envy and hatred on his face, he said, "This girl is really extraordinary. There is no such person in Hogwarts."

Hermione, who had just won the battle to defend her boyfriend, was furious when she heard this. Fortunately, Orlando's words instantly made her smile.

"The person sitting next to me is no worse than her, why should I spoil her?"

Ron wanted to say something else, but when he saw Hermione glaring at him, he quickly swallowed his saliva.

At this time, two people suddenly appeared on the faculty bench. Professor McGonagall led them in, and they sat down next to Dumbledore.

"Who are they?" Harry asked quickly changing the subject.

"Ludo Bagman, and the other is Crouch." Orlando recognized them at a glance, after all, he had met them not long ago at a dinner for his Wizengamot youth representatives.

"What are they doing here?" Harry asked in surprise.

"They organized the Triwizard Tournament, didn't they?" Hermione said, "I guess they wanted to witness the opening ceremony of the tournament with their own eyes."

Orlando shrugged, his attention already drawn to the dessert on the table.

This was a strange, white milk jelly. Orlando scooped a spoonful for Hermione, and then started to eat with the plate. The Gryffindor students were already used to his reckless behavior, and they saw it. Klum was looking at him, and out of politeness, Orlando moved the untouched plate towards him, "Would you like some?"

"No, thank you. I'm curious, can't you hold on after eating so much?" Krum's thick eyebrows were tangled together. He couldn't figure out how a small body could hold so much food.

"No, if it weren't for guests like you here today, I could still eat as much as I just did." Orlando patted his belly and said with some pride.

When the golden plates were scrubbed fresh, Dumbledore stood up again.A feeling of excitement and nervousness seemed to permeate the auditorium. Everyone looked at him with wide eyes, only Orlando looked left and right.

"The exciting moment is coming," Dumbledore said with a smile: "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. Before that, please allow me to introduce two guests, because there are still people who don't know them. This is Barty "Mr. Crouch, Director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic," - sparse applause broke out in the auditorium - "This is Mr. Crouch, Director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic."

There was sparse applause in the auditorium, and Orlando didn't even bother to raise his hands.

"This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Sport at the Ministry of Magic."

The applause for Bagman was much louder than for Mr. Crouch, perhaps because of his former reputation as a batsman, or perhaps just because he was a much more friendly-looking man, who waved cheerfully. grateful.