I'm a priest at Hogwarts

After a pleasant vacation and returning to Hogwarts, Orlando was in a happy mood and everything he saw was beautiful.

The preparation time for the Halloween dinner seemed to take much longer than usual. Perhaps because there were banquets for two consecutive days, Orlando did not wear his Wizengamot dress. He was not the protagonist today, so there was no need to do so. Dazzling.

People in the auditorium kept looking up, with anxious expressions on every face.Everyone was restless and stood up from time to time to see if Dumbledore had finished eating. They were eager to know the final candidate for the Warriors. Only Orlando had a calm expression and enjoyed his dinner unhurriedly.

Finally, when Orlando cleared away the food in front of him and the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, the voices in the auditorium suddenly became much louder.

Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the entire auditorium suddenly became silent.Karkaroff and Madame Maxime on both sides of Dumbledore's seat looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else.

Ludo Bagman was smiling and winking at the students from various schools, while Mr. Crouch looked uninterested and could almost be said to be a little bored.

"Well, the decision is about to be made on the Goblet of Fire," said Dumbledore. "I estimate it will take another minute. Listen, when the names of the champions are announced, I want them to go to the top of the Great Hall and along the staff table. Go over and enter the room next door—" he pointed to the door behind the staff desk, "—where they will receive initial instruction."

Orlando looked in the direction Dumbledore pointed, where there should be a small conference room.

After a while, Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it widely.Immediately, except for the candles in the jack-o-lantern, all the other candles were extinguished, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a state of semi-darkness.

The Goblet of Fire emits a dazzling light, brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flames bursting with sparks are simply dazzling.

"This is a kind of magical flame that does not burn itself and has no temperature." Hermione suddenly popularized magic knowledge in Orlando's ears, which she learned from Teacher Nick.

"It should be soon. When the magic flames show violent fluctuations, it means that the Goblet of Fire has made its final decision."

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, the flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and crackling sparks burst out.Then, a tongue of fire jumped into the air, and a piece of parchment with sparks flew out from it.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it high so that he could read the words clearly by the light of the flames.The flames now returned to blue-white color.

"The champion of Durmstrang," he shouted, "is Viktor Krum."

Applause and cheers swept the entire auditorium.

"You don't seem weird at all." Seeing Krum stand up and leave, Hermione didn't cheer loudly like the others.

"What's so strange? I don't know what his level of spell casting is, but I know that his magic power reserves are among the best among his peers."

The applause and cheers died down, and now everyone's attention was once again focused on the Goblet of Fire. After a few seconds, the flames turned red again.The second piece of parchment jumped out of the cup, propelled by the flames.

"Champion of Beauxbatons," Dumbledore read aloud, "Fleur Delacour!"

"How could it be her?" Hermione was shocked.The girl who looked like a Veela stood up gracefully, shook her silver hair, and walked lightly between the tables of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

"It should have something to do with her bloodline. After all, she is a quarter of Veela bloodline. This natural bloodline makes it easier to perform magic than ordinary wizards in some aspects." Orlando said, looking at her back, not to mention this. The girl is really a beauty.

"She's back," Hermione pinched Orlando's arm hard and said a little jealously, "Is she that pretty?"

"No matter how beautiful you are, in my eyes you are not as beautiful as you."

"Funny words." Although Hermione said this, she felt sweet in her heart.

"Look where you are." Harry said, pointing towards Ravenclaw.

Orlando looked up and saw that the two girls from Beauxbatons who had not been chosen were in tears, burying their heads in their arms and crying sadly.

When Fleur Delacour entered the next room, the auditorium fell silent again, this time filled with an almost palpable excitement.Now it’s the turn of the Hogwarts warriors…

At this moment, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks splattered, and the tongue of fire soared high into the air, and Dumbledore drew a third parchment from the tip of the tongue.

"The Champion of Hogwarts," he shouted, "is Cedric Diggory!"

Deafening cheers came from the table next to him, and Orlando had to cover his ears to prevent the powerful sound waves from damaging his eardrums.At this point, every Hufflepuff student was jumping up and down, screaming and stomping like crazy.

After receiving the instructions, Cedric walked past them with a bright smile on his face and waited until he entered the conference room behind the faculty table. The applause and cheers refused to subside for a long time.After a long time, Dumbledore asked everyone to quiet down and listen to him.

"Great!" Dumbledore exclaimed happily when the noise finally subsided, "Okay, now our three warriors have been selected. I know that I can completely rely on everyone, including Beauxbatons and De Other Armstrong students, you will definitely go all out to support your warriors. By cheering for the warriors, you will also make a huge contribution to this event——"

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, and everyone noticed that the flame in the goblet turned red again.Sparks crackled out, and a long tongue of fire suddenly jumped into the air, and a piece of parchment was held up on it.

As if subconsciously, Dumbledore stretched out a slender hand and grabbed the parchment.He held it far away and stared at the name written on it.

After a long silence, everyone looked at him at a loss, as if they didn't understand why the fourth name appeared.After thinking for a moment, Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud - "Harry Potter."

At this moment, Harry's mind went blank. He felt that he must be dreaming and that he must have heard wrongly just now.He subconsciously looked at Orlando, trying to find the answer.

There was no applause, just a buzzing noise spreading through the auditorium, like countless angry bees chirping.Some students stood up just to see Harry more clearly, but Harry sat stiffly in his seat, as if frozen.

"Orlando, I don't believe in you, right?" Harry urgently needed someone to prove him.

"I believe you, Harry, this is not your fault, someone must be up to something." How could Orlando give up such a good opportunity? He had to make Dumbledore realize the seriousness of the matter so that he could negotiate better terms.

"But who would put Harry's name in it?" Ron doubted.

"It's actually not difficult to guess that someone wants to frame Harry."

"Frame Harry? Are you crazy?" Ron said loudly, and his voice attracted the attention of many people.

Professor McGonagall stood up at the guest of honor, walked quickly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff, and whispered eagerly in Professor Dumbledore's ear. Dumbledore listened intently and smiled slightly. He frowned.

"Ron, calm down, we have to trust Harry." Hermione scolded him. She jumped out to cause trouble at this critical moment. It was really no time.

At the guest of honor seat, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded towards Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter," he shouted again, "Harry, please come up here."

Harry looked at Orlando at a loss, waiting for him to make up his mind, "Go ahead Harry, this is not the place for explanations, just go ahead and it'll be fine."

Harry stood up, accidentally stepped on a corner of his robes, and stumbled slightly.If it weren't for Orlando's encouragement, he didn't know how he would have ended up on the staff bench.In just a few dozen steps, he seemed to have walked for an entire hour before he reached Dumbledore. He felt that all the teachers' eyes were fixed on him.

"Okay...go to that door, Harry." Dumbledore said expressionlessly.

"Who did it? Fake Moody?" Hermione asked softly in Orlando's ear.

"Nine times out of ten it was him."

"What's his purpose for doing this?" Hermione frowned and asked worriedly.

"It's not clear yet, but what is certain is that his target is Harry." Orlando patted her palm and comforted: "You don't need to worry. Now that we know the culprit, we will take precautions and he will definitely expose his tracks. of."

On the other side, Harry sat anxiously in the small conference room, keeping a distance from the other warriors, thinking about something on his mind.

Several referees and professors left the faculty bench one after another, and the unattended auditorium instantly turned into a grocery market, with various sounds echoing everywhere.