I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 201

After the Sorting Hat sang, there was warm applause in the auditorium.Orlando slapped a few times symbolically, and the freshmen didn't know why, but they also slapped.

"Hi, Orlando, long time no see." At this moment Hagrid came over and sat next to Orlando.

"Hey Hagrid, do you need my help?" Orlando drew out his wand and cast him a Drying Charm.

"Thank you so much. The weather is so bad. I wish the dinner party would start sooner. I can't wait."

"Me too."

The two exchanged a few words in a low voice.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall unfolded a large roll of parchment.

"When I call someone's name, he puts his hat on his head and sits on a stool," she said to the first-year students. "When the hat announces the house, go and sit at the corresponding table."

"Stuart Ackley!"

A boy came forward and could be seen shaking from head to toe.He took the sorting hat, put it on his head, and sat on the stool.

"Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat yelled.

Stuart Ackerley took off his hat and hurried to take a seat at the Ravenclaw table, where everyone at the table applauded him.

Orlando caught a glimpse of Harry staring intently at Ravenclaw's Seeker Cho Chang. Ron whispered something in his ear, but Harry didn't seem to listen at all.

Seeing Orlando looking this way, Hermione waved to him.

The sorting ceremony was still going on, and Orlando started to look around bored, and when Professor McGonagall called out the name "Dennis Creevey", the little boy in Hagrid's coat excitedly walked towards the sorting hat, and when he left Don't forget to turn around and give Orlando a thumbs up.

"Gryffindor!" said the hat loudly.

Dennis Creevey, beaming with joy, took off his hat, put it back on the stool, and hurried over to sit down with his brother.

The sorting ceremony came to an end with the cries that Kevin Whitby was sorted into Hufflepuff.Professor McGonagall picked up the Sorting Hat and the stool, and took them away.

Professor Dumbledore stood up, looked at all the students with a smile, and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture.

"I have only two words for you," he said, his voice echoing in the auditorium, "Eat!"

The empty plate in front of me is quickly filled with food. This is the best thing about sitting in the teacher's seat. The seat is wide enough and the table is big enough. The food in front of you is your own, so you don't have to worry about eating too much and others won't get to eat.

Orlando quickly entered into the cooking mode, burying his head in eating. The freshmen were obviously very interested in this young and shameless "professor". They asked around and pointed out to Orlando from time to time, while the old students pretended With a rare and strange look, he showed off Orlando's past record.

The heavy rain was still pounding heavily on the tall, dark windows.Another burst of thunder exploded, rattling the glass windows, and a flash of lightning flashed across the cloudy ceiling, illuminating the golden plate, the first remaining food on the plate disappeared, and it was filled with desserts in the blink of an eye .

Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, Orlando ate up the last dessert and drank a cup of milk tea at the end, only then did he feel [-]% full.

Finally, the dessert was swept away, and the last crumbs of the plate disappeared, and the plate was clean and shiny again.At this moment, Albus Dumbledore stood up again, and the buzzing of voices in the hall stopped suddenly, and only the beating of the wind and heavy rain could be heard.

"Okay! Children!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile, and said, "Now that we are all full and full, I must ask everyone's attention again, and I have a few announcements to make."

"Mr. Filch, the school administrator, would like me to tell you that this year, a few more items have been added to the prohibited items in the castle. They are screaming balls, toothed flying saucers, and combo boomerangs. The entire list includes about 430 seven item, which can be seen on the door of Mr. Filch's office, and those who are interested can check it."

Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times.Then he continued: "As before, I want to remind everyone that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the venue, and students under the third grade are not allowed to visit Hogsmeade Village."

"I also regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year."

"what?"

"Canceling Quidditch?"

The students boiled instantly. They didn't understand why Dumbledore suddenly announced this decision. Many people looked at him with their mouths wide open in surprise. Orlando noticed that Harry spilled tea on Ron because he was too shocked, and Ron was very shocked. This is unconscious.

Dumbledore seemed to have expected this situation a long time ago, and he added a "loud voice" spell to himself, "This is because a large event will start in October and last for the entire school year, occupying many of the teachers' time." time and energy—but I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun out of it. It's my great pleasure to announce that this year at Hogwarts—"

He was interrupted in the middle of his speech, and accompanied by a deafening thunder, the door of the auditorium was knocked open with a "bang".

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak.Everyone in the auditorium turned to look at the stranger.Suddenly a forked lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating his face that seemed to be carved out of a piece of rotten wood. Every inch of his skin seemed to be scarred. The place is gone.

And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.One of his eyes was small, black, and shiny; the other was large, round as a coin, and of a vivid bright blue.

The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, side to side, completely unrelated to the normal eye - and then the blue eye rolled over and got into the man's head , everyone can only see a big white eyeball.

It was the first time for Orlando to see such a strange person, and he couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

As for this counterfeit, Orlando was not prepared to expose him right away. After all, the identity of the time traveler is his biggest secret, and he doesn't want to expose it because of it. As long as "Little Crouch" knows how to do it and doesn't provoke him, he will not take the initiative to expose it. His identity.

"Little Crouch" posing as Moody walked up to Dumbledore, and he held out a hand, which was also scarred like his face.Dumbledore shook hands with him and said something in a low voice, but Orlando didn't pay attention from a distance, and couldn't hear what was said.Dumbledore seemed to be asking him something, "Little Crouch" shook his head without a smile, and answered in a low voice.Dumbledore nodded, motioning for the man to take an empty seat to his right.

"Little Crouch" sat down, shook his head, brushed his long gray hair away from his face, and pulled a plate of sausages up to his mutilated nose to sniff.He took a pocketknife from his pocket, poked it through the end of a sausage, and ate it.His normal eye was fixed on the sausage, but the blue eye was still constantly moving around in its socket, looking at the auditorium and his classmates.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," Dumbledore happily broke the silence, "Professor Moody."

(End of this chapter)