I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"You just wait, I'll come as soon as I can." Of course Orlando would not give up such a good opportunity. He strode to the staff table, then turned around and entered the small conference room.

At this time, Harry was being interrogated by the jury. When Orlando walked into the room, he heard Madame Maxime questioning Harry's lies.

"There's no way he could have crossed that age line," snapped Professor McGonagall, "and I'm sure we all agree on that—"

"Dumbledore's line must have been wrong. As far as I know, a junior student collapsed." Mrs. Maxim said, shrugging.

"Of course, this is also possible. We can ask Orlando to come over." Dumbledore said politely.

"No need, Professor, I'm already here." With that, Orlando stepped forward.

"Did you help Harry cheat?" Mrs. Maxim seemed to have found a breakthrough and asked sharply.

"Sorry madam, to be honest, if I want to cheat, wouldn't it be better to choose myself? Don't you think I am more suitable to be a warrior?" Orlando smiled and asked sarcastically.

Karkaroff, who had suffered a loss, did not want to offend Orlando, especially after he learned about his background.

"Mr. Crouch...Mr. Bagman," Karkaroff said, his voice becoming smoother again, "You two are our - um - fair judges. You must also think that This is highly inappropriate, isn't it?"

Bagman didn't know what to do. He wiped his chubby baby face with a handkerchief and looked at Crouch eagerly, waiting for his decision.

Crouch stood outside the glow of the fire, his face half hidden in shadow.He looked a little weird, half of his body hidden in the shadows like a skeleton.But when he spoke, his voice was as stiff as ever.

"We must abide by the charter. The charter clearly stipulates that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Hey, Barty knows the regulations by heart." Bagman said, with a smile on his face, and turned back to look at Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim. It seemed that the matter had been resolved satisfactorily.

"I insisted that my other students re-enroll," Karkaroff said.His voice was no longer smooth, his smile disappeared, and the expression on his face was extremely ugly, "You must put the Goblet of Fire out again, and we must continue to add names to it until each school produces two warriors. That’s fair.”

"But Karkaroff, I'm afraid this won't work," Bagman said. "The Goblet of Fire has just been extinguished - it will not be rekindled until the next tournament -"

"——Durmstrang will never participate in the next hegemonic tournament." Karkaroff was furious. "We have held so many meetings and gone through so many negotiations and consultations. We never thought that something like this would happen again. Things, I just want to leave now.”

"A bluffing threat, Karkaroff." growled a voice from the door. "You cannot leave your warrior now. He must participate in the game. They all must participate in the game. As Dumbledore said, this is influenced by It's bound by a magical contract. That's good for you, isn't it?"

Moody had just entered the room.He limped toward the fire, and every time his right foot landed, there was a loud bang, bang, bang.

"Advantageous?" said Karkaroff. "I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean, Moody."

Orlando watched Moody's performance and burst out laughing.

"Boy, what are you laughing at? Are what I said so funny?" Karkaroff was angry.

"That's right. Have you ever thought about how Harry's name got mixed in when he neither threw his name into the Goblet of Fire himself nor asked anyone else to do so? Don't you find it strange?"

"What do you want to say?" Moody suppressed the panic in his heart and asked calmly.

"What I want to say is that this is a game, a game against Harry. If the person who made the game is not going for the Triwizard Tournament, then he is going for Harry. After all, the savior of a generation not only saved Many people have been offended, can you understand what I say?"

Karkaroff's expression changed at first. As a traitor among the Death Eaters, he was the one who knew best how this group of dark wizards behaved.

"Do you have any evidence? Or is this just your conjecture?" Fleur Delacour couldn't help but ask.

"No, this is not conjecture, this is a fact. Just yesterday I crossed the line and studied the Goblet of Fire. You all know that my teacher, Mr. Nicol Flamel, is the most famous alchemist in the world, so I There is still some research on alchemical products. Let's put it this way, with Harry's level of magic, no matter which school his name appears in, he will never win. I am not belittling Harry, but stating a fact. If my guess is correct, the piece of parchment in Dumbledore's hand must only have Harry's name on it and not the school name."

Dumbledore turned over the parchment in his hand, nodded and said, "It is true that there is only a name but no school."

"That's right, the person who framed Harry took advantage of this loophole. A powerful confusion spell made the Goblet of Fire mistakenly think that there were four participating schools, and then put Harry's name in because the fourth school Only one person signed up, and Harry was naturally elected because the Goblet of Fire had no choice."

"You haven't said why this person is doing this? You must know that Harry's participation in the competition will not only win honors for the school, but also a thousand galleons in prize money - this opportunity is what many people dream of, and you can't help but Do you know?" Fleur Delacour asked plausibly.

"Perhaps some people hope that Potter will die for this." Moody suddenly spoke, because Orlando's inference was completely correct, as if he had seen it with his own eyes. He was afraid and did not want Orlando to continue talking.

There was an extremely tense silence after he finished speaking.Ludo Bagman looked very anxious. His body moved up and down restlessly, and he muttered: "Moody, you old guy...how could you say such a thing!"

Orlando didn't speak anymore. The reason why he said this first was to attract Dumbledore's attention and pave the way for the subsequent negotiations.

The crowd fell into a long silence, and then Dumbledore invited Orlando, Harry and several other Warriors players out. Harry clenched his fists uneasily and looked extremely pale.

"Orlando, are you telling the truth?" He still couldn't believe that someone wanted his life.

"It's true. From the moment your name appeared, I knew it was a conspiracy."

Fleur Delacour snorted with some scorn.

"what should I do?"

"Be constant in the face of all changes, and don't slack off in the practice of magic. You must know that all conspiracies and tricks are just paper tigers in the face of strong strength."

Although Orlando's words were addressed to Harry alone, several other people obviously listened to them. They frowned and lost the joy of being selected as a warrior.

The quarrel in the room continued. Orlando stopped talking after comforting Harry for a few words. Harry had a backbone and was no longer as anxious and entangled as before. He relaxed and imitated Orlando and closed his eyes to meditate. .

After a while, the quarrel gradually subsided. Professor McGonagall opened the door and invited the four warriors in. She looked at Orlando who hesitated to speak. Orlando did not join in the fun, nodded and left.

"What do you say, Orlando?" Gryffindor students gathered around, and students from other houses also came over, shouting from behind.

"The results are already in, two Hogwarts warriors are participating."

The crowd erupted again.