I'm a priest at Hogwarts

The reason why Orlando chose this time to reveal this was because he wanted to convey information through Harry's mouth image of Dumbledore. After all, there were some things that were inappropriate for him to say.

"Does Dumbledore know about this?" Harry asked.

"I don't know. I can't talk nonsense without evidence. After all, he is a professor and has a good personal relationship with Dumbledore. He can only alert others by making rash suspicions."

"so what should I do?"

"As long as you know it in your heart, don't tell it out for the time being, and don't show any abnormalities in daily life to make him wary. We will expose him when we have solid evidence."

"What about Harry's game? What if, I mean what if he gets injured in the game..." Hermione asked worriedly.

"I will help him," Orlando patted Harry on the shoulder, "Harry, I promised Dumbledore to give you special training to ensure that you can complete the Triwizard Tournament safely."

"Thank you, Orlando." Harry was very touched.

"Okay, you'd better keep what you said today a secret and don't leak a word. Especially you, Ron, don't let Moody see any flaws."

"I promise to keep it a secret and never reveal it to anyone." Ron promised.

"That's it. Starting from tomorrow, Harry, you will join us for morning training at six o'clock in the morning for physical training, and in the evening we will do magic exercises at the Room of Requirement. Ron can come with us if he wants to."

"I...I'd better forget it, I still have to do my homework."

"Okay, it's up to you. Go back and rest as soon as possible."

Back in Gryffindor Tower, when Harry pushed open the door where the Fat Lady was waiting with deep thoughts, a dozen hands suddenly stretched out from the door and pulled him in. The common room suddenly fell into a sea of ​​joy, and they all screamed. , cheering, whistling.

"You should have told us you signed up," Fred yelled.He looked half annoyed, half excited.

"How could you get through without growing a beard? Did Orlando help you? If we had known, we should have asked him for help." George yelled.

"I didn't," said Harry, "and Orlando didn't help me—"

At this moment Angelina rushed to him like a whirlwind, "Oh, even if it can't be me, at least she is a member of Gryffindor——"

"You can avenge Digory for the last Quidditch match, Harry!" screamed Katie Bell, also a Chaser on the Gryffindor team.

"We've prepared something to eat, Harry, come over and have some."

"I'm not hungry. I had enough at the party."

But no one wanted to hear him say that he was not hungry, no one wanted to hear him say that he did not put his name into the goblet, and no one seemed to notice that he was not in the mood to celebrate at all...

Lee Jordan dug out a Gryffindor house flag from somewhere and insisted on wrapping it around Harry like a cloak.Harry had no way of getting away, and every time he tried to sneak up the stairs to his dormitory, the crowd closed in on him, surrounding him, forcing him to drink another butterbeer, or forcing biscuits and peanuts into his hands. inside……

Everyone wants to know how he did it, whether Orlando helped him cheat, how he deceived Dumbledore's age line and put his name into the goblet...

Ron was left in the cold, watching Harry being surrounded by stars like a moon in the center. He was both envious and angry. After all, why couldn't such a good thing happen to him?

He sighed for a while, then took one cup of butterbeer and drank it one after another. As for Harry's look for help, he simply ignored it.

By the time Orlando and Hermione passed by the lounge after finishing their evening classes, the party had already ended, leaving behind rubbish and messy tables and chairs on the ground.

"These guys have no sense of ethics at all. What if they throw bottles around and knock people down?" Hermione waved her wand, gathered the garbage on the ground together, and muttered.

"This is a group of children who have not grown up. We cannot have too high demands on them."

"That old-fashioned thing is indeed what you said." Hermione pursed her lips and smiled.

"Have I?" Orlando asked belatedly.

"Don't you have it?"

After saying that, both of them laughed.

"good night!"

"good night!"

Early the next morning, Harry climbed out of bed sleepily. The daylight hours were short in winter, and it was dark outside the castle. If he had not promised Orlando, he would not have wanted to leave the warm bed.

After a simple wash, he put on a sports suit and went down to the lobby on the first floor, where Orlando and Hermione were already waiting.

"Harry, you are 10 minutes late. I hope you will be here on time tomorrow morning." Orlando is a serious and punctual person. Harry knew it was his fault so he apologized hastily.

"We will do physical training first. You can carry this wooden stake on your back and follow us later." Orlando put a smaller wooden stake on his shoulders, while he and Hermione carried the other two slightly larger ones. , both of them have gravity charms attached to them.

"Let's go, let's start and run three laps along the Black Lake."

Harry panted and followed Orlando and Hermione. This was already the second lap. He felt that he had reached the limit. His legs and feet were getting heavier. Every step he took made his calves hurt. His muscles were trembling and he was sweating profusely. , he wanted to ask Orlando to stop, but he swallowed the words before he reached his lips. After all, Hermione had been insisting and was not tired of shouting. Couldn't he, a man, be inferior to a girl?

When his body exceeded its limit, Harry suddenly no longer felt tired, and his foot muscles no longer hurt so much. He began to speed up to prevent himself from being pulled too far.

When he finished his second lap, Orlando and Hermione had completed their fifth lap.As they approached, Orlando ordered: "Harry, adjust your breathing, control your heart rate, and try to relax your muscles during exercise. If a person wants to be strong, he must first learn to control himself."

Harry followed Orlando's teachings and slowly mastered the breathing method.

Their voices woke up the Durmstrang students who were resting on the boat by the lake. A few curious students stayed awake and looked toward the shore through the windows. Orlando ignored them and insisted on running ten laps before finishing. stop.

"Orlando, Hermione and Harry, what are you doing?" After waking up, Krum stood at the stern of the ship and watched for a long time. He didn't ask until they finished running.

"We are doing physical training." Orlando replied casually.

"Physical training, what's the use of this?" Krum asked curiously.

"Don't you think it's a bad thing for a wizard to not have a strong body?" Orlando explained casually.

"It makes sense. Just like in the Quidditch game, if you are not strong enough to catch the Snitch accurately under the attack of the Bludger, can I train with you tomorrow?" Krum actually believed Orlando's nonsense. Also preparing to join their team for morning training, Orlando could only reluctantly agree.

"Okay, you can do whatever you want. We have to go back to wash the clothes, so you can prepare a wooden stake by yourself tomorrow."

"Okay, bye."

Returning to the castle, Harry bid farewell to Orlando and Hermione and dragged their heavy steps back to the dormitory to wash up. Orlando and the others went to the Room of Requirement, one to practice soul forging and the other to practice magic accumulation.