I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"What? Have you passed?" George couldn't believe it. "How did you do it?"

"Thunder magic, even if I tell you, you don't understand it."

Orlando didn't want to elaborate, and they didn't force it. After all, thunder magic was not something ordinary people could use.

"The age-enhancing agent we finally obtained cannot be given up like this."

"If one of us wins, the thousand galleons will have to be divided equally between the three of us."

Although they did not doubt Orlando's judgment, the three of them decided to take the risk.Harry and Ron decided to see the effect of their use before deciding whether to buy it from them.

"Let's go take a look too." Hermione suddenly became interested and pulled Orlando towards the foyer.

"Are you ready?" Fred was shaking with excitement and said to the other two people: "Then let me be the first to take the lead!"

Fred took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, with the words "Fred Weasley - Hogwarts" written on it.He walked right to the edge of the age line and stood there, swaying on his tiptoes like a diver preparing to jump from a fifty-foot platform.Then, with every eye in the foyer watching, he took a deep breath and crossed the line.

Seeing this, George followed suit and jumped in, just when everyone thought they had succeeded.There was only a "hissing" sound, and the twin brothers seemed to be picked up by an invisible shot putter and thrown out of the golden line.

They wailed in pain and fell to the cold stone ground ten feet away, accompanied by physical pain and additional humiliation.With a loud popping sound, identical long white beards sprouted from the chins of the two men.

Everyone in the foyer burst into laughter. Even Fred and George couldn't help laughing when they got up and saw each other's white beards.

"I warned you." A low, amused voice said, and everyone turned their heads and saw Professor Dumbledore walking out of the auditorium.

He looked at Fred and George with a twinkle in his eye. "I suggest that you both go to Madam Pomfrey. She is already nursing Miss Fawcett from Ravenclaw and Sasha from Hufflepuff." Mr. Meuse, they are also determined to make themselves a little older. But I must say, their beards are far less beautiful than yours."

After saying that, Dumbledore turned to look at Orlando, "It's a very magical magic. If I wanted to ask you how you did it, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to tell me, right?"

"Haha, this is a little trick of mine. It's not worth mentioning once you say it." Orlando said with a smile.

Dumbledore nodded and said nothing more.

Because it was Halloween, the auditorium was decorated and filled with a festive atmosphere. A large group of live bats were flying around the enchanted ceiling, and there were hundreds of little pumpkins carved in every corner. Li looked askance at everyone.

Hermione was very interested, and the two walked around the corner of the house, admiring the decorations as they walked.

"Would you like pumpkin juice?" Hermione asked, shaking the juice in her hand.

"Let's have a drink." Orlando opened today's newspaper, which was full of reports about the Triwizard Tournament. Because it was held in the United Kingdom, the local newspapers and magazines, which had received instructions from the Ministry of Magic, spared no effort to exaggerate the event and described in detail the previous events. Orlando looked at the highlights and rankings with great interest.

"Someone said that Wallins got up early in the morning and put his name in." Dean came over to talk. Seeing Orlando reading the newspaper, he turned his head to Harry, "It's the big guy from Slytherin. Guy, he looks like a sloth."

Harry had played Quidditch against Warrington, and after hearing this, he shook his head in disgust.

"We can't let a Slytherin student become a warrior!" Dean said firmly, "Orlando should put his name in. As long as he is willing, he will definitely be a warrior."

Orlando shook his head. No matter how many times he explained some things, it was useless. After all, not everyone was as free of desires as he was.

"The Hufflepuff classmates are all talking about Digory," Seamus said contemptuously, "but in my opinion, he probably won't be willing to risk his good looks."

At this time, cheers suddenly came from the foyer outside.Everyone turned around in their seats and saw Angelina Johnson walking into the auditorium, grinning a little sheepishly.

She is a tall dark-skinned girl who works as a Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.Angelina walked over to them, sat down and said, "Yeah, I did it. I put my name in.!"

"Are you kidding?" Ron looked very surprised.

"So, are you over 17?" Harry asked.

"Of course you didn't see her growing a beard, did you?" Ron said.

"I just had my birthday last week," Angelina said with a smile.

"Ah, I'm so happy that someone from Gryffindor is finally attending." Hermione said happily, "I really hope you can succeed, Angelina."

"Thank you, Hermione." Angelina said, smiled slightly at Hermione, winked and said, "It would be better if your boyfriend is willing to run."

Hermione glanced at Orlando and said with a smile: "He is very lazy, so you better not count on him."

Orlando curled his lips and put the newspaper away.

"Why are you going today?" Harry asked.

"We're going to go home and come back in the afternoon." Hermione's parents and Orlando's family are coming over for Halloween today, so they have to go back.

"Okay, let's go find Hagrid."

"Say hello to Hagrid for us, Harry." Hermione said slightly apologetically.

So they divided into two groups and walked out of the hall.At this time, Beauxbatons students were walking in from the door. Out of courtesy, Orlando and the others stopped and moved out of the way.

Madame Maxime followed her students into the hall and ordered them to line up.One by one, Bushbottom's students crossed the age line and threw their parchments into the blue-white flames.As each name was thrown into the flames, the flames quickly turned red and sparked.

"Let's go." Orlando tightened his coat and walked out first.

When I got home, the living room was already full of people. Hermione's mother, Monica Wilkins, was a woman who particularly loved children. Hermione was not here, and all her love was devoted to Emily Bloom. No, I heard their cheerful laughter before entering the room.

"My dear, you are back. How is the food at school?" Mary White, who was busy arranging tables and chairs, came over and gave Orlando and Hermione a big hug.

"The school food is very good. Today's dinner will announce the champions for the Triwizard Tournament."

"The Triwizard Tournament, what is that?" Emily threw away the magic toy in her hand and asked curiously.

"It's just a competition between three schools. Each school chooses a warrior to participate."

"You must be the champion of Hogwarts, right?" Emily said loudly.

"I'm not on the list, so it has nothing to do with me."

"Why is this?" Edward put down the snuff bottle in his hand and asked puzzledly.

"It's because I'm so good. If I participate, there will be no suspense about the championship trophy, so the other two schools teamed up to exclude me." Orlando explained stinkingly.

"Orlando is not ashamed to praise himself." Emily didn't want to give face to her brother.

"Hahaha, that's the truth, believe it or not."

The long-lost laughter and laughter came from the castle.