I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 223 Challenge Dumbledore's magic
"It's a good show to watch." Orlando muttered in a low voice.Here only he knows in his heart that the fake Moody's purpose in this play, while Karkaroff's is purely a guilty conscience.

Harry also saw that something was wrong, so he subconsciously hid behind Orlando, after all, he was the only one who was the most reliable among so many people.

At this moment Karkaroff's face turned pale, showing a terrifying expression mixed with resentment and fear.

"It's you!" He stared blankly at Moody, as if he wasn't sure he really saw him.

"It's me," said Moody darkly. "Unless you have something to say to Potter, Karkaroff, go ahead. You've blocked the door."

At this time, half of the students in the auditorium were waiting behind them, and many people stood on tiptoe to see what happened.

Professor Karkaroff said nothing, waved his hand and walked away with his student.Moody glared at him until he was out of sight.His enchanted eye was fixed on Karkaroff's back, an expression of extreme disgust on his mutilated face.

"Let's go, the show is over, we should go back." Orlando glanced at Moody and said happily.

"We are going to have an extra meal, do you want to come together?" Seeing that Harry had something to say, Orlando invited him.

So a group of four separated from the crowd and walked to the eighth floor. On the way, they saw that the twin brothers also left the team.

"What do George and the others want?" Ron asked, pointing at their backs.

"Don't worry about them, and you can't control them anyway." Hermione said imitating Orlando's tone.

As soon as you enter the Room of Response, you will be greeted by an aroma, which is the smell of roasted whole lamb.Capri was carefully turning the grill, a little embers kept the temperature of the meat so that the young masters could enjoy just the right taste.

"Capri worked hard."

"It's not hard, master, I didn't know you had other friends coming, and it seems that the ingredients you prepared are not enough." Capri said in panic.

"It's okay, they can't eat much." Orlando gestured, "Harry and Ron can sit wherever you want, you're welcome."

Harry tasted it and put down his knife and fork to watch them eat. Ron took a piece of lamb chop and gnawed it with relish, and Hermione's appetite surprised him.

"Orlando, why do you think Karkaroff is looking at me like that?" Harry finally asked after Orlando finished wiping the corners of his mouth.

"Because he recognized you. If it wasn't you back then, he might have had a different fate."

"How?" Hermione and Ron were also interested.

"He was once a Death Eater, and he got bail by betraying his companions, so you understand?"

"Death Eaters? My God." Ron opened his mouth wide. "How is it possible for a Death Eater to become Headmaster Durmstrang?"

"What's so strange about this," said Hermione, who recently served as a writer for Orlando's external relations. With the Imperius Curse under control, it's still very easy to get out if you push out a few Death Eaters as scapegoats."

"That's not like what you said at all." Harry looked at her in surprise.

"It's become like this after a lot of contact with Orlando." Hermione shrugged and spread her hands like Orlando. That playful and cute appearance made people laugh.

"That's why he was shocked when he found out who I was? Then Moody can explain it to him. He used to be an Auror, I know that." Harry quickly figured out the ins and outs .

"Aren't you going to try it? I think it must be very lively in the hall now."

"Do you have a good way?" Ron was a little eager to try, "I mean avoid that magic."

"No, my method is not suitable for you. I suggest you go to George and Fred. They must have found a way."

"Well then, Harry, what do you think?"

"Let's forget it after thinking about it. I don't think I can escape Dumbledore's magic."

"Let's go, let's go back and find a way." Ron pulled him away from the Room of Requirement.

"Why didn't you stop them?" Orlando asked Hermione curiously.

"You instigate them without listening, don't you just want them to leave?" Hermione said with a white look at him.

"It's all seen by you." Orlando smiled, and the two of them cleaned up the leftovers and started a day of evening class practice.

The next day was Saturday. Generally speaking, the students would go to breakfast very late.However, Orlando and Hermione were not the only ones who got up early on weekends. When they finished their morning practice and walked into the hall, they saw more than 20 people gathered there, some of them were still eating bread, and they were all carefully looking at the Goblet of Fire.The cup stood in the middle of the hall, on the stool where the Sorting Hat usually stood.A thin gold line was drawn on the floor, ten feet long on each side, round the cup.

"I want to try this line." Orlando said suddenly, he wanted to verify whether his magic worked.

"Is it Orlando?" The crowd split in the middle.

"What is this for?"

"Didn't he be excluded from the Warriors list by the three major schools?"

Orlando stood outside the golden line. He drew out his wand and tapped it on himself. A defensive thunder shield enveloped his whole body. Afterwards, he made another command, and the power of his soul gushed out to hide his bone age. After doing all of this, he stepped across the golden thread. Very well, he passed through the magic without any hindrance, and walked to the low stool. Orlando picked up the Goblet of Fire and played with it carefully. Nothing unusual, just a product of alchemy with simple wisdom.

Satisfied with his curiosity, he put the Goblet of Fire back on the chair untouched, and stepped back from the golden thread.

"Orlando, how did you do it?" The students gathered around and asked eagerly.

"This is a magic technique for judging bone age. As long as you master the trick, it's not difficult to pass." Orlando replied truthfully.

"Can you teach me?" A Hufflepuff girl was crazily acting coquettishly with her arms around his arm. This scene made Hermione's face turn black, and her jealousy suddenly arose.

Orlando pulled out his hand without a trace, and with a light force, the crowd involuntarily parted a path.

"This can't be taught. It's a kind of thunder spell. You should think of other ways." The reason why Orlando manifested the power of thunder just now was to cover up his soul magic.

"Let's go, let's go eat." The two left the hall without looking back, leaving a group of people eating melons.

"Orlando, I heard that you passed the line set by Dumbledore?" Harry and Ron asked gossipingly as soon as they came up.

"Yeah, it's nothing difficult."

"Did you put your name in?"

"No, I'm just satisfying my curiosity."

"It's a pity, why not me?" Ron said bitterly, "Did someone put their name in?"

"Yes, all representatives from Durmstrang," Orlando replied casually, "but I haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts sign up yet."

"Someone must have put their name in it while we were sleeping last night," said Harry. "I would have done it... and didn't want people to see it. If the cup crumpled up your name and threw it out, How embarrassing it would be!"

"I can only say that your thinking makes sense." Orlando thought to himself, when your name appears on the list of warriors, you won't think so.

Then there was a loud laugh behind Orlando. It was Fred, George, and Lee Jordan.

"We made it," Fred whispered to Orlando and them in a triumphant tone, "just down."

"Aging agent?"

"How do you know?" the three of them asked in unison.

"What is an aging agent?" Ron asked blankly.

"A simple potion that makes people grow older by drinking it seems to inflate the age, but the bone age has not changed, so I don't think you will be able to succeed."

"Why are you so clear?" Jordan asked suspiciously.

"Because he just passed that line," Hermione explained.

(End of this chapter)