I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Orlando noticed that when Barty Crouch's name was first introduced, he neither smiled nor waved, but looked dull and stared ahead expressionlessly, completely unlike a normal human being.

Orlando rubbed his chin and thought about whether he should do something. He felt that Crouch looked like he was controlled by the Imperius Curse. But then he thought, doing something now would mean revealing his identity, which would not only disrupt the black society. The devil's plan will also disrupt the development of the plot, so it's better to wait and see.

"What are you thinking about?" Hermione asked quietly.

"I'm thinking about what to eat for a while. The banquet is good, but I'm just not full."

Hermione chuckled, and before she could reply, she heard Dumbledore continue.

"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore nodded to greet them, and then continued: "They will work with me, Professor Karkaroff and Madam Maxim formed a panel of judges to judge the efforts of the warriors."

As soon as they heard the word "warrior", everyone got excited and wondered who would be the lucky one.Dumbledore seemed to notice their changes as he smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Filch, please bring up the box."

No one noticed that Filch had been lurking in a corner of the auditorium just now. Now he was walking towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box inlaid with jewels in his hand. The box looked extremely old.The students looked at it in ecstasy and talked about it with interest.

In order to see more clearly, Dennis Creevey simply stood on the chair, but he was too small. Even if he stood on the chair, his head would not be much higher than others.

"Orlando, what did you say was in the box?" Hermione asked curiously.

"How do I know? I don't have X-ray eyes."

"I guess it must be a magic turntable. Whoever the pointer turns to is the warrior." Ron Queque said eagerly.

"My dear brother, stop daydreaming. It would be child's play if a warrior chooses this way." George said as he patted Ron on the head, which made Ron extremely unhappy, especially when Fleur looked over.

"Don't pat me on the head, Fred, or I'll break up with you."

"Then let's break up the relationship. Anyway, I'm George."

Ron wiped his palm away, and when he looked back, Dumbledore began to speak again.

"The specific events for this year's Warriors competition have been carefully reviewed by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," said Dumbledore as Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him. "They Many necessary arrangements have been made for each project. There are three projects in total, which will be carried out at different times throughout the school year. They will test the warriors in many aspects... test their talents in magic - their courage and their their ability to reason—and, of course, their ability to overcome danger."

After hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, and it seemed that everyone stopped breathing.

"As you already know, there will be three warriors competing," Dumbledore continued calmly, "representing one participating school. We will rate them according to the quality of each event they complete, and when the three events are over, The Warriors with the most points will win the Trifecta. The Warriors are selected by a fair picker, and it's the Goblet of Fire."

Having said this, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped the lid of the box three times. The lid slowly creaked open.Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, roughly carved wooden goblet.The cup itself was unremarkable at all, but it was filled with dancing blue-white flames.

Dumbledore closed the box and placed the cup on the lid so that everyone in the auditorium could see it clearly.

"Every student who wants to run for the Warriors must write his name and the name of the school on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet." Dumbledore looked around for a week and continued, "Anyone who wants to become a Warrior Students can sign up within 24 hours, and tomorrow night, which is Halloween, the Goblet will select the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools. Tonight, the Goblet will be placed in the foyer. It will be accessible to students who are willing to run for office.”

"I want to choose the Warriors. Orlando and Harry, do you want to come together?" Ron was trembling with excitement.

"Stop dreaming. Dumbledore has already said that Orlando was excluded from the candidacy by the three major schools." Hermione said a little depressed, as if she was being targeted.

"He can't choose, there are us, right, Harry."

Harry was also a little moved at this moment, and he nodded in agreement.

"Quiet, wait until I finish speaking." Dumbledore had to add a "loud voice" magic to himself to quiet the noisy crowd.

"In order to prevent students who are underage from being tempted," Dumbledore said, looking towards Orlando, his words seemed to have a hint, "After the goblet is placed in the hall, I will put it in it." Draw an age line around it. No one under seventeen can cross that line."

Orlando sneered. With his magical skills, it didn't take much effort to pass the so-called age boundary. He only needed a soul interference spell to make Dumbledore's magic unable to judge his true age.

"Finally, I would like to remind every student who wants to participate in the election to note that this competition is not a child's play. Do not participate rashly. Once the warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must persist in the competition to the end. Who will put himself Putting your name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be abided by. Once you become a warrior, you are not allowed to change your mind. Therefore, please think twice before you act and make sure that you really want to participate in the game wholeheartedly. , and then put the name in. Okay, I’ve finished what I want to say, I think it’s time for everyone to go to bed, and I wish everyone a good night.”

"Why are you not moved at all, Orlando?" Fred asked with gleaming eyes, "Don't you think it's very interesting? The Triwizard Tournament more than 100 years ago was thrilling and exciting, right? I want to Fooling that line shouldn’t be a problem for you?”

On the way back, Fred's words aroused everyone's concerns, and everyone stopped talking and looked at Orlando.

"Why do you all think I will run for the Warriors?" Orlando spread his hands and said impatiently: "Since Dumbledore has said not to let me run, I will definitely abide by it. Do you want me to violate the school rules? ?”

"As long as you don't run for election, we'll be relieved." George patted Orlando on the shoulder and said excitedly, "Do you think so?"

Everyone agreed: "As long as Orlando doesn't participate, we all have a chance." "That is, if he runs, there will be no suspense in Hogwarts, and he must be the warrior." "In that case, am I You should also consider giving it a try.”

There was a buzz around the Gryffindor table, and without Orlando's biggest rival, there was a lot of enthusiasm from everyone.

"Hermione, don't you want to get involved?" Orlando asked his girlfriend, "If you get involved first, I can help you."

"I don't want it." Hermione shook her head and said, "I don't think we have learned enough."

"Harry, do you want to try it?" Orlando turned and asked.

Harry remembered Dumbledore's insistence that students under the age of seventeen could not register, but then his mind recalled the glorious scene when he won the Triwizard Cup... He hesitated, not knowing how to answer.

"Let's go back and think about it slowly. It's still early anyway."

At this time, Karkaroff came over and stopped opposite Orlando's table.

"Okay, let's go back to the boat." He smiled and asked: "Victor, how are you feeling? Are you full? Do you want me to send someone to bring some warm wine from the kitchen?"

When Krum saw Orlando and Hermione looking at him, he shook his head in embarrassment, covering up the embarrassment on his face by wearing a fur cloak.

Karkaroff ignored Orlando's gaze. His right palm still hurt. He had to use one hand to eat all night, thanks to Orlando, so he didn't like him at all now.

"Professor, I would like to drink some wine." Another boy from Durmstrang said with salivation.

"I didn't ask you, Poliarco," Karkaroff said sternly - his fatherly and gentle expression disappeared in an instant, like the face-turner in a Sichuan opera, leaving Orlando stunned for a moment. "I noticed you dripped food on the front of your robe again, you nasty boy-"

Orlando and Hermione looked at each other and said nothing, but they could see a hint of surprise in each other's eyes, and they were disdainful of Karkaroff's unethical and immoral behavior.

Karkaroff turned around and led his students toward the door.The crowd also gathered around Orlando and walked to the door. Out of courtesy, Orlando stopped and let them pass first.

"Thank you." Karkaroff said casually, glancing at Harry next to Orlando.

Suddenly, Karkaroff was stunned.He turned his head back to Harry and stared at him, as if he didn't believe his eyes.Durmstrang's students followed the principal and stopped.

Karkaroff's eyes slowly moved to Harry's face, staring at the scar.Durmstrang's students also looked at Harry curiously.From the corner of his eye, Harry could see the expressions of understanding on several people's faces.The boy with soup stains on his chest poked the girl next to him and pointed at Harry's forehead without concealment.

"Yes, he is Harry Potter." An angry voice came from behind Orlando.

Karkaroff turned around sharply, and Mad-Eye Moody stood there, leaning on his crutches with his heavy body, his magical eyes staring unblinkingly at the headmaster of Durmstrang.