I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 221 Boyfriend Defense Battle

"Hurry up and have dinner." Orlando muttered.

"Pay attention to your image, how many people are looking at you?" Hermione pinched him.

Orlando looked up, heh, good guy, half the auditorium is looking at him.

Orlando quickly withdrew his fingers, annihilated the lightning between his fingers, and pretended to be nonchalant.

"The Triwizard Tournament will officially start after the banquet." Dumbledore coughed and continued, "I invite everyone to eat and drink as much as they want, just like they are at home!"

This is what Orlando was waiting for. After all, the cook, the cook soul, must eat when the time comes.

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the golden plate was instantly filled with food, and the house elves in the kitchen seemed to have tried their best.

Orlando can be sure that this is the most sumptuous dinner he has had in the four years since he entered Hogwarts. All kinds of dishes are placed on the table, and some of them are foreign countries that he has never seen before. flavor.

"Orlando, eat this." Hermione spooned him a bowl of soup graciously, "Drink the soup before dinner."

"what is this?"

"French bouillabaisse, I've had it before, and it tastes pretty good, try it." He said and scooped up another bowl for himself.

"I'll have a bowl too." Krum said familiarly, "It tastes really good." He also nodded at Hermione.

Twenty minutes into the banquet, Hagrid slipped into the Great Hall through a door behind the staff desks.He took his seat at the end of the table, raised a heavily bandaged hand, and waved to Orlando, Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Harry was delighted to see him, and he called out, "How's the snail, Hagrid?"

"It's growing well," Hagrid replied happily.

"Yeah, I guess so," Ron whispered. "Looks like they've found something to eat at last, haven't they? That's Hagrid's fingers."

"What's a snail?" Harry's movement caught the attention of Durmstrang's students, and a young student asked curiously.

"It's a magical creature unique to Hogwarts. It has a hard shell and can breathe fire. If you like, I can take you to see it." Ron showed off eagerly.

Hermione pursed her lips and said nothing. Almost everyone could see Ron's obvious trick.

"Thank you then!"

Orlando buried himself in the cooking. Klum was curious about why the dishes on his table were three times that of others. After seeing Orlando's eating speed like a cloud, he instantly understood.

At this moment, a voice said: "Excuse me, do you still eat this plate of fish soup?"

It was the Beauxbaton girl who laughed when Dumbledore spoke just now.She finally took off the scarf, and her long cascading silver hair reached her waist. She had big blue eyes and a set of white and regular teeth.

"Take it away." Orlando didn't think much about it, it was just a bowl of soup, he was not stingy.

"Thank you, Orlando, may I sit here?" She looked at Hermione, meaning to make room for her.

Hermione frowned. It wasn't that she was reluctant to have a bowl of soup, but that this girl had been staring at Orlando and talking, and now she wanted to drive him away.

Ron's face turned red all of a sudden, he stared blankly at her, and opened his mouth to interject, but only made some strange "ohoo" sounds, as if his throat was stuck.

"This is my girlfriend, Hermione Granger." Orlando put down the knife and fork, looked at her and said seriously.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the silver-haired girl didn't seem to mind at all, she looked at Ron again, "Can you change places with me?"

"I, you. Okay, it's okay, you sit down." Ron picked up his cutlery and stood up staggeringly, almost tripping over the chair. If Harry hadn't helped him, he would have made a fool of himself.

"You want something from me?" Olado asked unceremoniously, he already felt that Furong had been using the charm technique on him.

The silver-haired beauty collected her ears charmingly, and said with a sweet smile, "I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Fleur Delacour."

"Orlando Bloom, besides, your Charm spell doesn't work for me, so don't cast it." Orlando looked around at the stunned and drooling Gryffindor cubs, and asked Glenn to avoid the scene of a large social death. Fendo was ashamed, so he had no choice but to speak.

"You are such a boring person, and I don't know why Ms. Granger has taken a fancy to you." Fleur was a little annoyed when she was exposed in public. In just a few words, the defense was broken.After failing in the first battle, Fu Rong got up with a icy face and was about to leave.

"I chased him on my own initiative," Hermione called out to Fleur's back, "Orlando is just that good."

She blushed after she finished speaking, but her expression was unusually firm, like a lioness defending her territory from being violated by others.

Fu Rong turned around and looked at her in surprise, the two looked at each other for a few seconds before leaving.

A palace fight drama left the melon eaters dumbfounded. They never expected that Hermione, who has always been shy, would say the words of actively pursuing others. Everyone was delighted by her boldness.

"You are amazing, Orlando." Seeing Fleur leave, Ron hurriedly squeezed back, with an expression of envy and hatred on his face, and said, "This girl is really extraordinary, there is no such character in Hogwarts."

Hermione, who just won the battle to defend her boyfriend, couldn't get angry when she heard this, but fortunately, Orlando's words instantly made her smile.

"The one sitting next to me is no worse than her, why bother with her."

Ron was about to say something, but when he saw Hermione staring at him, he quickly swallowed his saliva.

At this time, there were suddenly two more people in the faculty seat, and Professor McGonagall led them in, and they sat down beside Dumbledore.

"Who are they?" Harry asked quickly, changing the subject.

"Ludo Bagman, and the other is Crouch." Orlando recognized them at a glance, after meeting them not long ago at a dinner for his Wizengamot youth representatives.

"What are they doing here?" said Harry in surprise.

"They organized the Triwizard Tournament, didn't they?" said Hermione. "I suppose they wanted to witness the opening ceremony of the Tournament."

Orlando shrugged, his attention already drawn to the dessert on the table.

It was a weird, blanched blancmange. Orlando scooped a spoonful of it for Hermione, and then ate it with a plate. The Gryffindor students had long been familiar with his reckless behavior. Seeing Krum was looking at him, out of politeness, Orlando moved the untouched plate towards him, "Would you like some?"

"No, thank you, I'm curious, won't you be able to support yourself after eating so much?" Krum's big thick eyebrows were tangled together, and he couldn't understand how a small body could accommodate so much food.

"No, if it weren't for you guests here today, I would still be able to eat as much as I just did." Orlando patted his stomach and said with some pride.

When the golden plates were being scrubbed again, Dumbledore stood up again.A feeling of excitement and nervousness seemed to pervade the auditorium. Everyone stared at him with wide eyes, only Orlando looked left and right.

"The exciting moment is coming," Dumbledore said with a smile, "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. Before that, please allow me to introduce two guests, because there are still people who don't know them. This is Barty. Mr. Crouch, Director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic,"—scattered applause in the auditorium—"This is Mr. Crouch, Director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic."

Scattered applause resounded in the auditorium, and Orlando didn't even bother to raise his hands.

"This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Sport at the Ministry of Magic."

The applause was much louder for Bagman than for Mr. Crouch, perhaps because he had been a hitter once, or perhaps simply because he looked much more genial, and he waved cheerfully. grateful.

(End of this chapter)